The unmistakable pleasurable feminine howl of climax stopped her dead in her tracks. She recognized that sound, as it was almost the same sound she let out most nights whenever her cute little pink vibrator and her decided it was time for a friendly get-together. But to hear it coming—pun fully-intended—from her new boss’s office?

Now, that was new.

She was almost scared to enter the office. HR had given her some documents to deliver to Mr. Rhett, her new boss. After several tedious months of job applications and interviews that had yielded no fruit whatsoever, she’d finally landed a job.

And now someone was being thoroughly fucked in that office. Just her fucking luck.

She knocked. Once. Twice. There was no response.

Her palms were sweaty, and her breathing grew rapid. Quinn knew she didn’t have to knock; whoever was getting down and dirty in there had forgotten to completely shut the fucking door. She looked around. The office she was standing in was the only one connected to the CEO’s office. She guessed it was supposed to be hers as the new secretary. There was a glass wall separating the office from the rest of the employees. Something told her she was going to be very happy here. She couldn’t complain; it was spacious and beautiful. Hell, if HR hadn’t cleared her on her job description, she’d have thought she was the boss.

“Come in,” The words sounded like it had been grunted out, but it did a very good job of dragging her by the hair out of her reverie.

Right, she thought.

Then she paused. Come in? The moaning sounds hadn’t stopped. If anything, it only got louder. Did the rest of the employees not hear anything, or did they just convince themselves that this was normal? What the hell kind of job was this?

“Come the fuck in or get out. I’m busy.” The voice grunted again.

Fuck it. Quinn moved her legs quickly before she could change her mind, pushing the door open and—

“Oh, fucking hell.”

There, on the big mahogany desk in the middle of the spacious carpeted office was a man standing at the edge of the furniture, buried deep in a woman.

The files she was holding dropped from her hands. She didn’t notice. She stood there staring at the scene, blinking furiously. The woman on the desk was naked and had her legs wide open and in the air. Any wider and they would’ve ripped in two. Her pussy was glistening with moisture, and her full perky breasts jiggled with the movement. Quinn swallowed loudly. The man, on the other hand, was fully clad in a suit and was plunging into her with a force that rivaled nature. The only skin that showed was his taut ass as a result of his lowered trousers which was bunched at his ankles.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man growled and for the first time, their eyes locked. In those few seconds of insanity, she saw his eyes widen and then roll to the back of his head.

The speed of his thrusts increased, and Quinn watched, to her utter shame yet with unabashed interest as he pulled out hurriedly and with sporadic jerks of his hips, spurted his cum on the woman’s stomach, groaning in pleasure.

This was the most scandalous thing she’d ever seen, and the worst part was she thought it was hot.

“Oh, hell,” she whispered, suddenly feeling like she’d just interrupted something she shouldn’t have. She tore her eyes away awkwardly like it would give them a modicum of privacy, bending to pick the stack of documents that lay scattered on the ground.

“Well?” The man asked again, this time irritated.

Quinn arranged the papers and taking a very deep breath, she stood up. His eyes disconcerted her for a few seconds, and she staggered back, looking away, and then counted to three before meeting them again.

“I’m uh—” She stammered, mindlessly running a hand down her hair. The man was arranging his clothes, though he stopped for a few seconds to kiss the woman sloppily on the lips. Quinn looked away. What kind of job was she supposed to be doing here again? “Quinn Faye. The new secretary.”

His neck snapped to her direction when the words flew out of her mouth, and finally tearing himself away from the woman who was beginning to annoy Quinn with all the stupid noises she was making like a fucking cat in labor, he stalked towards her.

“New secretary, huh? And who the hell hired you?” He was so close to her; she could smell his breath on her face. She felt strangely small as she took a step back, like a prey running from a predator. The look on his face unsettled her. It was the same look he had then when he’d been about to, well, cum.

She backed away, finding that she couldn’t look away. His eyes were the most captivating shade of blue. “Uh, a Mrs. Davis from HR.”

“Pieces of shit,” He muttered, spinning on his heels and walking to the desk. He sat on the chair behind the big desk, and Quinn had no doubt he was the CEO.

She wouldn’t deny she’d been expecting someone older. He looked like he was in his late twenties, and he definitely acted like one. Rhett Holdings and Inc. was one of the most successful tech companies in New York. It had taken a lot to summon up the courage to apply for the job. When she’d gotten an interview email, she’d screamed so loud her landlady had had to check up on her to make sure she wasn’t being murdered or something.

“Get out. We’re done.” He threw to the woman who only twisted her mouth to the side and sent him a murderous glare. Nevertheless, she threw on her clothes, grabbed her heels, and left. Though, not before sending her a seething look.

Quinn was dumbfounded. Was this a norm or just a special occasion? She tried to remember her other jobs and how it had been working in other companies. There had never been an incident as absurd as this. Didn’t the rest of the office hear the moans and the eye-piercing screams that woman had let out?

A part of her wondered what they would’ve done. Report the CEO to HR? Yeah, sure. That would’ve ended really well. If one was looking to be fired, that is.

“Alright,” He edged closer to the desk, immediately looking like the last few minutes hadn’t happened. “What was your name again?”

“Uh—”

He looked at her from narrowed eyes. “Are you dumb?”

She shut her mouth. Somehow, she speechless in front of him. It didn’t happen very often, and she knew it was because he intimated her.

“No, sir. I am not,” she responded curtly.

“I hoped not,” he said dryly, looking at his laptop screen. “Speak.”

“My name is Quinn Faye.”

He was silent. Quinn stood there awkwardly, wondering if she’d made the right choice by applying for a job here. The entire situation was nothing short of absurd. He was trying hard to piss her off. There was no other explanation for it.

“Sir?” she asked in a small voice.

He raised his eyes to her. His startling blue eyes pierced her skin, and she resisted the urge to run a palm across her skin. She almost staggered back at the sheer intensity of his gaze.

“I have some documents for you to review.” She stretched the papers in her hands forward, feeling stupid.

“Drop it on my desk and get out.”

Quinn had never been one to lose her cool easily, and she’d definitely never been one to entertain prison-like thoughts, but she was this close to stabbing him in the neck with a pen. However, she’d been brought up in a fairly good way, if one didn’t include a little frivolity here and there, and had been taught never to commit murder under any circumstance even if the supposed victim in question was her arrogant boss who had no morals whatsoever.

She did as he instructed and without another word, she left. Mrs. Davis from HR had said her office was the one connected to Mr. Rhett’s, so she didn’t bother going back for clarification.

God, the man had been dipped in arrogance and coated in narcissism, she thought as she sat in her chair. A low moan escaped her. Oh, this was nice. This was very nice. She could get used to this. Never before had she been given such a beautiful office. In some of her other jobs, she’d had to share an office with her boss. It had been uncomfortable as hell. Here, she didn’t have to worry about constantly seeing her boss’s face unless he needed her or something. Oh, yes, she thought. The soft material of the furniture felt supple and comfortable under her skin, and she rubbed her ass around the seat in a circular motion with her eyes closed.

Which was probably the reason she hadn’t or seen Mr. Rhett come out of his office.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Quinn jumped to her feet, startled. Her heart was beating louder than a drum, so loud she could hear it through her ears.

“Uh…”

He shook his head exasperatedly, massaging his temple. “Where does she find you people?” he muttered.

She swallowed, aware that she was running out of saliva. “I was just—”

He blew out a breath. “Just go over these documents and cancel the rest of my appointments for today. I have somewhere to be.”

He walked past her and out of the office, and she just stood there reeling. After waiting a few seconds to be sure he was really gone and out of hearing range, her mouth opened. “Oh of all the annoying arrogant fucking piece of shit—”

“How was your first day?”

Quinn jumped with a scream, turning to see who it was.

Mrs. Davis stood at the door with one hand on the knob and a smirk on her face. “You have a colorful vocabulary. Your ass must be jealous.”

“Oh shit. I mean—” She caught herself, crying internally. This was not going the way she’d planned. “I mean, I didn’t…” She trailed off, defeated.

Mrs. Davis let out a laugh.

“Are you going to fire me? Because I would totally understand. I’d fire myself.”

“Don’t sweat it,” she said, walking into the office. “I just came to see if he’d successfully scared you off. You’re still here, so I guess not. We’re all proud of you. It’s not an easy feat. Michael Rhett is a very frightening young man.”

Michael. His name was Michael. Quinn wasn’t sure why, but it made her smile.

“I don’t understand. Why would he scare me off?”

“Because he’s a spoiled brat, that’s why. And he doesn’t like secretaries. He’s had nine secretaries in the past two months, and none have lasted more than five days. You’re the tenth. The last one quit on her first day.”

Quinn stared at her. The words seemed to flow out so languidly, like she did this with all the other secretaries. But Jesus, nine secretaries in two months? What was wrong with the man?

“Don’t take it too personal, but the rest of the office all placed bets on how long you’ll hold out.”

“Yeah?” Quinn nodded, slightly annoyed. “What about you?”

“I placed a hundred dollars,” she answered awkwardly with a cough.

“For how long?”

“Two days.”

Two days. It was that bad, huh? The thought of quitting hadn’t even crossed her mind though she refrained from telling the woman that she would lose that bet. Maybe three days. She wasn’t sure how many of his insults she could take.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Mrs. Davis said before leaving.

Quinn was sure she wouldn’t resign. She really needed this job. Her rent was due in two weeks, and she’d exhausted her savings from her past jobs on groceries and other things she couldn’t even remember. The generous salary was one of the reasons she’d even decided to apply for the job. If she resigned now, it would take weeks, maybe even months, to find a new job, and by then, she’d be homeless and hungry.

Mr. Rhett was a complete asshole and an even bigger dick, but he was her employer. If a few insults and snide comments were all she had to go through to have a roof over her head and food on her table, then that was what she’d do. Even since she’d moved out of her brother’s place after he’d gotten married, money had been a bit too tight for her. She’d refused to be another mouth for him to feed despite his insisting. This job was everything to her right now.

The scene she’d witnessed earlier resurfaced in her mind. The electrifying manner with which he’d came, the unadulterated look of pleasure on his face and grunts of ecstasy he’d made. Her thighs instinctively clenched. She’d never been a voyeur, but it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Though the last thing she needed was to be sexually attracted to her very sexually attractive boss, she couldn’t help the need that flowed through her body.

The way he’d pounded that woman’s pussy, she imagined it had been her lying on that desk, imagined she was the one receiving those mind-blowing administrations.

When was the last time a man had touched her, had made her cum? She couldn’t remember. It must’ve been college. She’d been too busy trying to make sure she didn’t go hungry or drop out of college. There had been no time for trivial things like sex or pleasure or dating.

It had been only when her best friends, Trish and Cassie, convinced her to get a vibrator and learn her body had she stopped to think about it. Now, every other night, she and her very skilled boyfriend—or vibrator as other people ignorantly called it—found time to have a little fun. And she was very content with it. Unlike other women, she didn’t need a man to feel complete. With her new job, her life was going great. The best way to have a drama-free life and constant orgasms was to steer clear of men and buy a fucking vibrator. Trish had learned that lesson the hard way. Quinn had learned it from Trish.

Her fucking boss was a pain in her ass. It wasn’t like she planned to work for him forever. When she’d saved enough money, she would resign. The constant comments of degradation were annoying, but she was going to have to put up with it for as long as she could. At least, until her paintings started selling. She’d hoped by now that she’d have sold a few, but nothing had come of putting them online for sale.

She’d wait. She didn’t have a choice. And in the meantime, her boss was going to have to get used to her because she wasn’t quitting for any reason whatsoever.

He’d quickly learn that she had thick skin.

Quinn was this close to turning in her resignation letter.

Arranging her face so the rage she was feeling wouldn’t show, she spun on her heel and walked to the door. There was nothing she wanted more than to see Mr. Rhett drop dead and die. Nothing would make her happier.

“Miss Faye.”

She paused, plastering a small stiff smile on her face before turning to face him.”Yes, Sir?”

“Shut the door on your way out.”

Her throat worked. Oh, she wanted to match up to him and slap some sense into him. The smirk he was wearing told her how much he was enjoying taunting her. Quinn didn’t mind; she was this close to giving in to her baser instincts.

No wonder he’d had nine secretaries and they’d all quit. She had no doubt that he was doing all of this to make her the tenth. He was chasing them all away. Was there a valid reason or was it just a favorite pastime of his? She wouldn’t be surprised if it was; the man was a psychopath.

“Yes Sir.”

She left the office like her ass was on fire. Now in her own chair, she sighed. Her second day was not going as planned. Well, her first day hadn’t gone as planned either so maybe this was a pattern.

All morning, he’d had her on her toes. Firstly, he’d instructed her to get him coffee from a café all the way on the other side of town. It had been at the tip of her tongue to ask him why he hadn’t just gotten it himself on his way there, but she really needed this job. So she’d stuck it up and requested to take one of the company’s cars so she could get back quicker. He’d turned her down. For no fucking reason.

She’d had to take two fucking bus trips to the café and then two bus trips back. And he’d rejected it.

Quinn had almost screamed. Almost.

Nevertheless, she’d made the journey to and fro again before he finally accepted the stupid coffee. Next, he’d given her some data files to analyze. Quinn had almost reminded him that she was just a mere secretary but again, she really needed this job, and she wasn’t going to give him any reason to fire her before she had the opportunity to quit.

Thankfully, she’d once taken a data analyses course on YouTube for a job she’d applied for, so it wasn’t much of a hassle.

When she’d given him back the documents with her report, she could’ve sworn he was impressed. But when he’d looked at her, the scorn on his face told her otherwise. There was just no pleasing the man.

Still, it was either this or go hungry and homeless for the next few months and that was not an option.

The telephone on her desk rang and she almost groaned. Looked like Mrs. Davis was going to win that bet after all, she thought as she stood up.

“You called, Sir?” She said as she entered his office, bracing herself for the insults she knew was coming.

“Yes, Miss Faye,” He said, looking up at her. She could see the files she’d handed him on his table, in front of him. “How did you do this?”

She stared at him, wondering if this was another one of his tricks to taunt her. When she was sure the inquiry seemed fairly genuine, she opened her mouth. “There was no superpower involved if that’s what you’re asking. It was in the system. Whoever imputed the numbers messed up the figures.”

“Hmm,” He made a small sound at the back of his throat, lost in thought. “That’s funny. I could’ve sworn I went through it a good number of times. How did I not see it?”

He was actually talking to her like she was a human being. Quinn was surprised. “May I ask what the problem was?”

“One of our products was having some sales discrepancies. I have been trying to find the source of the problem for a few days now and you just did that. What was your major in college?”

“Business administration.”

“And how did you come to analyze data?”

She wetted her lips, not knowing if she was supposed to say this to her employer. “I took a course on YouTube some months back.”

He looked at her. Really looked at her. Quinn felt strangely like she was being scrutinized and measured by some standard or scale he had in his head.

“Surely you have analysts in the company?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Fortunately, I fired him last week. He was too eccentric with his job. He is the culprit here.”

“Oh.” Quinn didn’t know what else to say.

“Do you want the job?” He leaned back on his chair, watching her.

“Sir?” She almost spat out the water in her mouth before she realized she didn’t have any. Did she want the job? Hell fucking yes. Did she want more workload to add to the stress of being his secretary? She wasn’t so sure about that.

“It’s yours if you want it. For some reason, I don’t find you completely annoying.”

“But...” She trailed off, trying not to think too much about his statement. “But I’m your secretary.”

“You could be both. The fewer women I see here, the better for all of us. And I’ll pay you triple of whatever it is you’re earning now.”

Her mind was reeling. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. She wouldn’t have to worry about working here for long. Triple salary? Only a fool would look such a gift horse in the mouth. She wouldn’t have to worry about rent or food or clothes or the new laptop she’d been eyeing for a while now.

“Though you’d frequently have to be in this office, working side by side with me.”

Of course she would. She’d been waiting for the fucking catch and there it was. Did he plan to have her on his desk like that woman from yesterday? Had they been solving data discrepancies just like he was asking her? Her pussy clenched almost painfully with the image. Quinn didn’t mind that; her pussy was a traitor. Her brain on the other hand was the only thing she could trust at a time like this and all it was telling her was a big resounding no.

His ask did seem genuine. It had taken her a keen eye to find the anomaly in the figures. She’d even thought he’d fucked things up to see if she would be able to figure it out and she had. But to her surprise and some other emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on; it had gotten her a new job.

“Are you certain you can handle it, Miss Faye? Because if you can’t, I’ll just find some other person who can do both. I’m sure there are plenty of job applicants out there crying for an opportunity like this.”

“I can do it.” She nodded firmly; telling herself that she’d managed to keep her legs closed and to herself for as long as she had, and nothing was going to change that. Not even her sexy, muscled-ass fucking hot boss was going to change that. And, she really needed this job.

“Good.” He said, turning his face to the side but not before Quinn saw a hint of a smile stretch his lips. “Get a chair.”

“Yes sir.” She found herself smiling too as she went in search of a chair she could comfortably sit in. The universe did work in mysterious ways.

Quinn got to work almost immediately. The rest of the day was spent going through the numbers of several projects and there were some anomalies here and there. The silence in the office was comforting. There were times where she stared at him when he wasn’t looking. The man was beautiful. For the first time since meeting him, she took a closer look at him. His hair was a sandy shade of brown and he had the most perfectly arched brows she’d ever seen on a man. His blue eyes were as startling as they were fascinating, and his nose was pointed. There was a small scar near his jaw line—which was so sharp it would’ve cut through glass, so tiny that one had to look closely to see it.

He was lost in the documents in front of him, alternating between his screen and the papers. He didn’t seem to notice her staring, at least not until he did.

“Something wrong, Miss Faye?”

She shook her head, snapping her neck to her own laptop screen so she would stop staring. “Nothing. Not at all.”

“You look like a deer caught in headlights. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

She raised her eyes up to his. “I was only staring at your scar.”

He sighed. “Well, I’m not paying you to stare, am I?”

God, she was an idiot. What had she been expecting? “No, sir. Not at all.”

“Good. Remember that next time you decide that my face is more interesting than your job.”

She nodded weakly, wetting her lips.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Licking your lips,” His sigh was audible enough that Mrs. Davis would’ve heard it had she listening close enough. “Are we going to have a problem with you working here, Miss Faye?”

Flummoxed, she stared at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean, Sir.”

He stared at her for a few seconds before standing up and packing his suitcase. Quinn had bewildered. She’d only licked her lips. She should’ve asked Mrs. Davis if that was prohibited in the office. She watched him stuff the documents into his case a bit too roughly and then his laptop. When he was done, he grabbed his suit jacket hanging on his seat and threw it on, before making his way past the desk.

“Lock up on your way out.” He said, walking to the door.

Still in shock, Quinn’s head turned to follow his movements.

“Oh, and Miss Faye?” He called out, swinging on his heels to face her. “Wear something more flattering to work tomorrow. I won’t have my secretary looking like she’s just escaped from a nunnery.”

And then she was alone. Quinn strangely felt like something had happened in those few minutes that she’d not been aware of. Why had he just up and left like that? All because she’d licked her lips? And what the hell was wrong with what she had on? The peach-colored dress she was wearing had been her mother’s before she’d gotten it and she had every plan of passing it down to her daughter when she finally got one. She loved the dress. It was one of her favorites and it was a fucking family heirloom.

God, he was an ass. Buying new clothes required money if his rich ass wasn’t aware. Money that she didn’t have. She very well couldn’t walk into a store and beg for clothes now, could she? She could barely manage to eat three square meals a day.

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Oh, right. Her boss.

She hated this job.

***

“How hot is he in person?” Trish’s more than cheerful voice sang dreamily. “Spill the deets, girl. I don’t have time for this.”

After she’d gotten home from work, she’d made an emergency phone call to her best friends. She might not have the fanciest clothes, but she knew two someone’s who did.

“Trust me, Trish. You wouldn’t like him. He’s an ass.”

Trish flipped her hair over her shoulder with a hand which was ridiculous because her hair was cropped really short. “I don’t care, Quinn. Michael Rhett has enough sex appeal to fill a small village. Did you not look at the photos?”

In a moment of sheer weakness, at least on Quinn’s part, they’d googled him. “I know. He’s even hotter in person. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s a complete dickhead.”

“How come?” Cassie asked for the first time. Unlike Trish, Cassie was quieter and tended to speak only when she felt it necessary. And ironically, she was the craziest of them three.

“Well, yesterday when I started, he had a woman on his desk, and he was fucking—

“Whoa whoa, hold up just a fucking minute. He did what?” Trish almost screamed.

They were sitting around the small table in her living room, drinking beer than Cassie had gotten on her way there. Thank God, because Quinn didn’t have anything to offer them as she’d only eaten some leftover slice of pizza in the fridge for dinner.

“You hear me.” She threw back her head and downed a huge gulp of beer.

“Like, ass and tits and all?” Cassie asked with wide eyes. “Did you see his dick?”

Her friends were just horny bitches. “I hadn’t really thought to look there as I was trying hard to keep my fucking job! What is wrong with the both of you?”

“Oh please,” Trish scoffed. “Drop the sanctimonious act. You know as well I do that it got you hot, Quinn. I dare you to deny it.”

She could feel her cheeks getting hot. Her friends knew her better than anyone. It had gotten her hot and she’d even dreamed about it last night. Something about watching Michael Rhett orgasm made her breathless. “Shut the fuck up.”

“I knew it.” Trish chuckled and Cassie laughed.

“He does sound like a piece of shit. Are you sure you can do this job?” Cassie asked, concern etched unto her features.

“I need this job. That’s why I’m trying to keep my head down and get through the days. He told me today to get better, more flattering clothes and I don’t know what to do.”

Trish nodded. “We got you. That was such a stupid thing to say though. Was it at least kind?”

Quinn scoffed. “The man does not know the meaning of the word. I really appreciate you both coming through for me. I got a better job today. In no time, I’ll be out of your hair.”

“What, did you quit or something?” Cassie said, swinging her bottle from one hand.

She shook her head. “Just a new role.”

They talked and talked about their lives and how they were going, and Quinn was grateful for the umpteenth time that she’d made time for friends. Without them, she was alone. Though it came with its own share of problems. Just like right now as Trish was telling her she got her a date tomorrow. She knew she’d groan and complain and still end up going because her best friend just had really persuasive powers. And also, it was the only way to shut her up.

It didn’t matter. Things at the office were still sort of weird but Mr. Rhett had spoken to her in several sentences today and not once in those sentences had she heard an underlying insult.

It wasn’t much but it was a start.