The first day, I’m getting my office set up and collaborating with my new secretary on her duties. While she’s getting her computer set up, Josh buzzes her to schedule a meeting with me. She looks confused when she comes into my office to tell me that Josh Allen just phoned her to schedule an appointment with me that starts in five minutes.

  “You’ll have to get used to that. Just do what he asks and don’t worry about it. Okay?” I say and offer a weak smile.

  “Alright, Zoe. I just wasn’t sure what was going on.” Clare offers back.

  “It’s okay, I don’t know either. I think it’s best if we just assume he’s quirky and go with that.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Clare says and turns to leave.

  “One more thing, Clare.”

  “Yes?”

  “Please don’t ever call me Ma’am again. Zoe is fine.” I say and laugh.

  She relaxes a bit and goes back to her desk. I mumble a few obscenities under my breath once she’s gone. I can’t believe that pompous ass called my secretary to schedule a meeting with me for five minutes from now. Make that three minutes from now. He’s fucking with me. I’m pissed, and my nipples are as hard a rocks.

  I adjust my bra trying to hide my current state of arousal, and walk quickly to his office. I breeze past his secretary, Annabel, and burst through his office door. I’m about to lay into him when he grabs me. Josh pushes me against the wall and runs his nose up the side of my neck. My skin prickles as his breath caresses me, and arousal floods my entire body.

  “You like this don’t you.” He says and brushes his palm against my hardened nipple. “I can feel it.”

  All I can do is moan. I want to beg him to take me right now, but my pride helps me resists. It doesn’t stop me from thrusting my chest forward in response to his touch, though. I’m about to speak, but he cuts me off.

  “Oh, would you look at the time. I’ve got another meeting. You should try to be on time for our next appointment.” He says and walks out of his office leaving me panting and desperate for his cock.

  He does this every day, and I let him. Each time I hope that he’ll lose control and take me, or that I’ll finally find the strength tell him off. Tell him off or get him off. I don’t even know what I want anymore.

  Friday I don’t wait for his call. I march down to his office and let myself in ten minutes before our usual “appointment”.

  “Good girl. That took less than a week. You’re going to be trainable after all.” He says and stands up.

  “You are insufferable.” I practically yell at him.

  “I don’t think you’re suffering at all. You’re making big money right out of school, you’ve got your office and secretary, you’re still absolutely beautiful, and you’re getting a little action from one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.”

  “I hate you, Josh Allen. And, I want you to leave.me.alone.” I say and feel the hot flush spreading across my face.

  Before I can take a breath, he’s on me. Josh backs me into the wall of his office, and one of his hands goes to the wall next to my head while the other reaches out and locks his office door. He’s got me pinned, and the hand that locked the door slides up my thigh and under my skirt. His fingers caress my pussy lips and a delighted smile lights up his normally hard face.

  “No panties, huh? Did you not wear any today, or did you take them off before you came in here? I guess I’ll have to retire the Patty Prude nickname once and for all. So tell me, Zoe, did you do it for me?”

  “I guess you’ll never know.” I say flatly and when he kisses me, I bite his bottom lip hard.

  “Oh, you’ll pay for that little act of disobedience. Now hold still, or so help me god, I’ll never touch you again.” He says as two of his fingers slip between my lips and make contact with my clit.

  My knees almost give out on me at his touch. His skin is a little rougher, but it takes me right back to the night at the party. I get dizzy with pleasure as he rubs me softly. The pressure is too light to make me cum, and it’s driving me insane.

  “Beg me.” He demands.

  “Never.” I defiantly lock eyes with him.

  His fingers slip into my channel, and he freezes when he finds my virginity still intact. Josh’s eyes are wide, and for a moment, he looks like the boy I almost fell in love with again. Then, the cocky, arrogant demeanor takes over once more.

  “Beg me, and maybe I’ll relieve you of your little issue.” His tone makes me want to punch him and walk out.

  “You’ll never make me…” I almost get the words out before his fingers find my clit again.

  “What’s that, baby?” He says and rubs me just a little harder.

  “No. no.” I try to hold on, but it’s no use. “Please, please make me cum.” I pant the words out.

  I don’t have any time to feel ashamed for losing control. He drops to his knees and pushes my skirt up over my hips. He licks me a few times until I’m almost ready to go over the edge, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name when he wraps his lips around my throbbing nub and starts to suck. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and I grind myself against his face. His beard tickles my sensitive pussy, and I cum a second time before he lets me go.

  Josh stands up and strokes his beard. “Mmm. You still taste like sweet strawberries, Zoe. You soaked my beard with your honey. You know what that means don’t you?”

  “No.” I whisper, but I think I do.

  “I’ll get to smell you all day.” He says and laughs.

  “You’re so nasty.” I try to sound mad, but I’m failing.

  “Oh, you love it.” He says as he pulls down my skirt. “I think I’m going to make no panties a requirement for your continued employment.” Josh says as he opens the door. “Thank you for that enlightening discussion, Ms. Miller. Make sure you stop at Annabel’s desk and set an appointment for our Monday meeting.”

  I step out of his office, and I’m about to say something smart when he closes the office door. I take a deep breath and try to stop the embarrassment from taking over. Annabel is smiling at me, but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She looks like she wants to kill me right now.

  “Can we have lunch today, Zoe? I need to talk to you.” Annabel says in a calm tone that doesn’t with fit the murderous look in her eyes.

  Whatever she wants to talk to me about must be important. Maybe it’s something I need to know about Josh. Maybe it’s something that can help me out of this predicament. If I don’t figure out a way to deal with him, and my feelings for him, I’m going to have to quit. I should just quit right now, but instead I agree to have lunch with Annabel.

  “Let me get my purse, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.” I tell her and head for my office.

  “Sounds good Zoe. See you in five.” She says to my back as I walk away.

  I close the door to my office and pull my panties out of my purse. I’m an idiot, and I’m doing this to myself. I hope that whatever Annabel has to say makes this whole thing go away. A girl can dream, right?

  We go to lunch at a little pizza place around the corner from work. You can get pizza by the slice, and it is delicious. Annabel fills me in on some of the office gossip, and I listen and nod. I want to tell her that I don’t care, but I’m trying to avoid making enemies at work.

  “The juiciest rumor is about you and Mr. Allen.” She wads up her napkin and puts it on her half eaten slice of pizza.

  “I wouldn’t listen to anything you hear about him and me.” I take another bite of my pizza. It’s good and I intend to eat the whole slice even though Annabel looks a little horrified that I’m eating more than half.

  “People say you guys were a thing in high school and that he’s still into you.” She’s not even trying to hide how much this particular piece of information interests her.

  “We went to high school together, but we were never a thing. And, we’re certainly not a thing now. One of the other partners hired me for the position, and Josh barely remembers who I am.”

  I’m lying so much right now, but I don’t need this shit. If I’m going to quit, I want it to be on my terms. If I end up staying, I don’t want to be involved in any office drama. I have to find a way to extract myself from Josh’s emotional and physical grasp. What Annabel tells me next is exactly what I need to hear.

  “Oh, that’s so good to hear.” She lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief. “I wanted us to be able to be friends, but that wasn’t going to happen if you were putting the moves on my boyfriend.” There is that smile that doesn’t reach her eyes again. It’s pretty creepy.

  “Boyfriend?”

  “Yes, Josh and I have to keep it under wraps at work. But, after a just few months of being his secretary, we’ve fallen in love. I should find another job, but I can’t stand the thought of being away from him now that I’m used to being so close every day at work.”

  “Oh, well. Okay then. That’s great for you.” I fake a smile. “I have to get back. I have my first client meetings starting tomorrow, and I’ve got to get ready.”

  Once I’m back in my office, I shut the door and smolder for at least an hour. That slimy motherfucker. I knew he was a bad boy, but it turns out he’s just a lying, degenerate asshole. I should have known better. He fucked me over once, and of course, he was going to do it again.

  If I didn’t have client meetings for the rest of the week and a professional reputation to protect, I’d walk out now. Since, I’m trapped here, I’ll just make the best of it. No more meetings with Mr. Dick. I mean, Mr. Allen. He can fire me for not being his toy anymore, but I’m not putting up with this crap for one more second.

  Zoe Miller will be keeping her panties on at work from now on.

  Chapter Six

  Josh

  Maybe I pushed her too far. I thought she liked it, but perhaps I should have kept the cocky dominating shit to a minimum. Hoping that making her cum would help her forget the way I left her when we were eighteen appeared to be the wrong approach.

  She won’t take my calls on her office phone or her cellphone. Zoe hasn’t been at one of our meetings for three days. Monday when she didn’t show, I just assumed it was related to a client, but it’s Wednesday today and it’s become obvious that she’s giving me the cold shoulder.

  I need to tell her what happened that night, but I can’t. If I could tell her, it would fix everything. For a moment, I let myself think about how things would be if that night had never happened.

  In my mind, I can see myself waking up next to Zoe and driving her home instead of sneaking out of bed and disappearing. The next day at graduation, I would have kissed her and asked her to be my girlfriend. God, I wish I could have seen her speech. I heard years later that it was amazing.

  Everything would have been different. Zoe and I would have lost our virginity together on some hot summer night before we both left for college. We would have called each other every day and spent all of our breaks from school in each other’s arms. She and I would have gone to the same law school, and right now, she’d be planning our wedding instead of ignoring me.

  Instead, I became the biggest asshole I can stomach being. The farther I push people away, the safer I feel. Instead of making love to Zoe for the first time, I lost my virginity to some chick whose name I don’t even remember. I met her in a bar. I’ve probably fucked my way through half of the women between the ages of nineteen and forty in this city. None of them ever filled the hole she left. Now, I would trade my entire fortune to take it all back and have Zoe be the one.

  I’m late to work on Thursday because of an automobile accident on my route to work. I decided last night that I’m going to go to her office and try to reason with her, or make her cum again. Maybe both. I pass by the conference room on my way to her office and what I see makes my blood boil.

  The man Zoe is sitting at the conference table with shouldn’t be here. I stop and look through the window for a moment. I hope that the way I’m looking at him makes him burst into flames. My hands start to tremble, and I know I have to calm down before I go in there.

  Zoe sees me standing at the window glaring, but she gives me the go away look and waves me away with her hand. The man is too busy staring at her tits to notice what’s going on, and keeps talking at her while trying to look down her shirt. She thinks I’m glaring at her, and doesn’t realize my anger is directed at her “client”.

  I can tell she’s uncomfortable with the way he’s looking at her, and it makes me feel a little better to know Zoe’s not enjoying his attention. That is, until he reaches under the table and runs his hand up her thigh. She cringes and pushes his hand away. Zoe turns to me and pleads with her eyes.

  She’s about to lay into him, but I burst through the door before she can speak. I grab him by the throat and pick him up out of the chair. Zoe gasps and backs away from us.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Dad?”

  Chapter Seven

  Zoe

  I jump out of my chair and back into the corner of the conference room. I want to leave, but Josh and Andrew are between the door and me now. There is a fight when Josh tries to take Andrew out of the room and Andrew punches him. I was shocked at the way Josh grabbed Andrew, but he must have thought he was protecting me. The level of violence Andrew is engaging in is frightening. Josh is trying to get his father away from me and out the door, but Andrew keeps swinging at him brutally. He’s trying to hurt him.

  I breathe a sigh of relief when two security guards come in drag Andrew out. Josh’s lip is bleeding and I grab a tissue from the box on the table. When I hand it to him, he looks completely broken down and on the verge of tears.

  “Thanks.” He says and holds it to his lip.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Let’s go to my office. We can talk there. I need to be somewhere with a lock on the door right now.” He says and walks out of the conference room.

  When we get into his office, Josh locks the door behind him and rips of his tie. He unbuttons his top buttons and takes off his suit jacket.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him

  “Sorry, babe. I just need to breathe and I can’t with that stupid tie on.”

  It’s the first time that I get a glimpse of his tattoos. Under that perfectly tailored business suit, Josh’s chiseled body is completely tatted up. God damn. God damn. God dayuum. I should be focused on what he wants to talk to me about, but I can’t concentrate. What I want more than anything is to get a better look at that body.

  “I’m sorry about that.” He says and breaks me out of my daydream. “I need to tell you what’s going on. But first, please tell me why you were meeting with him?”

  “Andrew scheduled a meeting with me through my secretary. I thought I was going to provide him with legal advice about his investments, but he just kept asking me about you. He also wanted to know about you and me. It was starting to get strange right when you showed up. Why was your father asking me about you? Why wouldn’t he just ask you?”

  “Okay, Zoe. I owe you the truth.” He says and runs his hand through his thick wavy hair. “My father is an abusive prick, and he’s dangerous. I was lucky that he’d moved out of the country for a while, but now he’s back. He’s not supposed to be allowed in the building, but he must have slipped past security.”

  “I don’t understand, if you and your father are estranged, how did you buy this law firm? We just graduated law school within the last year. I’m sorry, Josh. That’s not important right now, I’m being an asshole.”

  “It’s okay, Zoe. I know it’s confusing. My grandfather died when I was twelve. He didn’t pass his fortune on to my dad. He put it in a trust for me. I got a stipend for living expenses and enough to pay for any college and law school I wanted to attend. I inherited the money fully when I graduated and passed the bar. The partners here and I started working on the deal for me to buy the practice my second year of law school when it became obvious I would graduate and get my inheritance.”

  “So that’s why you don’t talk to you dad? He’s angry because you got the inheritance?” I ask him, but I sense that there has to be more to this.

  “No, Zoe. It’s much more than that.” He says and he looks so grief stricken that I want to reach out and hold him. “I’m protecting someone else. The night I left you, I did it because I had to. I did it for my little sister and for my mother too.”

  “You’re sister? What happened to your sister to make you vanish without a trace?”

  Chapter Eight

  Josh

  It’s time to come clean. Cadence is twenty-one now, and I can’t carry this burden alone anymore. For reasons I still don’t understand, I feel connected to Zoe in a way I’ve never felt connected to anybody else. If I can tell anybody about my father, it’s her.

  “The night of the party my dad got drunk and let himself into Cadence’s room after she went to bed.” I start to choke up, and grab the arm of a chair for support as a wave of nausea threatens to overtake me.

  I don’t know how I’m going to get through this, but then I look up into Zoe’s big, soulful eyes and I find the strength to keep going. She looks like she cares about me, and I desperately need someone to care about me right now. Fuck the bravado and the alpha bullshit, even if it’s just for a minute, because I need that connection I had with Zoe our last night together eight years ago.

  Right now, I need to be vulnerable, but only with Zoe. I’m drowning in my secret, and she’s my lifeline.

  Chapter Nine

  Zoe

  “Oh no.” I could sense where this was going given his father’s lecherous behavior with me. “Josh, let’s sit down.”

  We walk over to his small conference table and sit down. I move my seat closer to him and take his hand. He takes a few moments to compose himself and then continues.

 

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