over for me to sit in, and I joined him in front of his computer.
“I’ve set up a user account for you. I need you to open up all the files that are surrounded by brackets, delete the pricing info, then move the document into the ‘working’ folder. There are several hundred, so it’ll take you a while.”
As I stared at the computer screen, James placed the palm of his hand on top of my knee. Apparently, I had been bouncing my leg up and down without realizing it.
I let out a nervous laugh but James didn’t so much as grin at me. I felt the weight of his stare from head to toe. It was intoxicating, dizzying.
“There’s no need to be nervous, Audrey. You’ll do fine. I’m sure of it.”
I swallowed hard as he let his gaze wander down to where his hand was resting.
“If telling me not to be nervous and touching my leg is supposed to ease my nerves, you need to do a little more talking and a lot more touching.”
Whoa! Not what I meant…
“I mean… um… what I meant to say was, I’m still nervous.” I shook my head in utter disbelief that I was basically begging to be molested by my boss. What the hell had gotten into me?
He raised a brow at me, as if I had said something wrong. At that point, I basically wanted to crawl under the table and hide away for the rest of the day, maybe the rest of the summer.
“It’s alright, Audrey. As long as you’re showing respect, you don’t have to censor yourself with me. I understand what you’re saying.”
His hand stayed planted on my leg, and we sat there for what seemed an eternity. I’m not sure what he was waiting for. An invitation? An interception? Instructions? Somehow, I didn’t think this man needed instructions about anything when it came to the ways of a woman. But he sure wasn’t going to get an invitation to do anything. Not from me, anyway. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Um, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to work. I’d sure hate to feel like you’re not getting your money’s worth.” I let out a nervous laugh, feeling like if I made the wrong move, the earth would shatter into a million pieces, and I’d be left standing there holding the hammer.
“Don’t worry about me getting my money’s worth, Audrey. I have every intention of getting what I want from you.” He moved his hand further up my leg, and his free hand brushed the soft curls that had fallen around my cheeks. Before I had a chance to protest, his face was buried in my neck. Soft lips teased my skin, and part of me wanted to jump up out of my seat while the other part was paralyzed and confused. I probably would have jumped, but I was stuck. Literally. I was caught between the chair and a hard desk. And then James said something that stopped my heart.
His breath warmed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my nipples pucker as his fingertips teased my labia. I knew this was going somewhere really wrong, really fast. I needed to stop him. No way could I let this man get in my pants, or my skirt, no matter how rich and how gorgeous he was. I was saving myself for the right one. It was wrong. Plus, he was my boss. I couldn’t totally ruin my job on the first day.
And what would he think of me if I slept with him? What would he think of me if I didn’t? Would I get fired? Damn, this was getting way too complicated. I needed to get out now. Maybe if I told him I felt sick. I could tell him I had diarrhea. That’s worked before. But then he’d just have this mental picture of me sitting on the toilet.
No thank you.
“James, you cant–I can’t do this,” I said, pushing his hand away and leaning backwards. He was still face-first in my neck, breathing in my scent.
But his hand wouldn’t push away. My heart began pounding in my chest.
He wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
I scooted further back, wiggling my ass in the chair as both of his hands worked their way to my hips. He looked at me, and his irises were radiating an
“I’ve set up a user account for you. I need you to open up all the files that are surrounded by brackets, delete the pricing info, then move the document into the ‘working’ folder. There are several hundred, so it’ll take you a while.”
As I stared at the computer screen, James placed the palm of his hand on top of my knee. Apparently, I had been bouncing my leg up and down without realizing it.
I let out a nervous laugh but James didn’t so much as grin at me. I felt the weight of his stare from head to toe. It was intoxicating, dizzying.
“There’s no need to be nervous, Audrey. You’ll do fine. I’m sure of it.”
I swallowed hard as he let his gaze wander down to where his hand was resting.
“If telling me not to be nervous and touching my leg is supposed to ease my nerves, you need to do a little more talking and a lot more touching.”
Whoa! Not what I meant…
“I mean… um… what I meant to say was, I’m still nervous.” I shook my head in utter disbelief that I was basically begging to be molested by my boss. What the hell had gotten into me?
He raised a brow at me, as if I had said something wrong. At that point, I basically wanted to crawl under the table and hide away for the rest of the day, maybe the rest of the summer.
“It’s alright, Audrey. As long as you’re showing respect, you don’t have to censor yourself with me. I understand what you’re saying.”
His hand stayed planted on my leg, and we sat there for what seemed an eternity. I’m not sure what he was waiting for. An invitation? An interception? Instructions? Somehow, I didn’t think this man needed instructions about anything when it came to the ways of a woman. But he sure wasn’t going to get an invitation to do anything. Not from me, anyway. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Um, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to work. I’d sure hate to feel like you’re not getting your money’s worth.” I let out a nervous laugh, feeling like if I made the wrong move, the earth would shatter into a million pieces, and I’d be left standing there holding the hammer.
“Don’t worry about me getting my money’s worth, Audrey. I have every intention of getting what I want from you.” He moved his hand further up my leg, and his free hand brushed the soft curls that had fallen around my cheeks. Before I had a chance to protest, his face was buried in my neck. Soft lips teased my skin, and part of me wanted to jump up out of my seat while the other part was paralyzed and confused. I probably would have jumped, but I was stuck. Literally. I was caught between the chair and a hard desk. And then James said something that stopped my heart.
His breath warmed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my nipples pucker as his fingertips teased my labia. I knew this was going somewhere really wrong, really fast. I needed to stop him. No way could I let this man get in my pants, or my skirt, no matter how rich and how gorgeous he was. I was saving myself for the right one. It was wrong. Plus, he was my boss. I couldn’t totally ruin my job on the first day.
And what would he think of me if I slept with him? What would he think of me if I didn’t? Would I get fired? Damn, this was getting way too complicated. I needed to get out now. Maybe if I told him I felt sick. I could tell him I had diarrhea. That’s worked before. But then he’d just have this mental picture of me sitting on the toilet.
No thank you.
“James, you cant–I can’t do this,” I said, pushing his hand away and leaning backwards. He was still face-first in my neck, breathing in my scent.
But his hand wouldn’t push away. My heart began pounding in my chest.
He wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
I scooted further back, wiggling my ass in the chair as both of his hands worked their way to my hips. He looked at me, and his irises were radiating an
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