Cake Love: All Things Payne(19)

I get what I need from the resume and turn my attention back to my phone when I hear a knock.

"Enter," I yell but notice a glitch in the application, so I don't look up as she comes inside.

"Mr. Payne, this is Morgana Drake, she is interviewing to be your assistant," Evaleen meticulously states.

Enthralled with the app I lift my arm and point to the chair for Ms. Drake to sit. After a few moments my head rises and I am struck by what can only be described as the most beautiful woman in the world sitting across from me. Her curves accentuated by her low cut green blouse, tight gray blazer, and very short matching skirt. This woman has a body Marilyn Monroe would be jealous of.

While Ms. Bechmann dresses sleek and a little conservative, this woman, Morgana Drake, looks like sex in a mini almost bordering on slutty. I like it!

Her long red hair, large rounded hazel eyes, and pouty lips are screaming at me, 'Fuck me!" and I am listening. Actually my dick is listening as it has decided to reach for her under the desk.

After drinking in her curves I notice that Ms. Drake seems to be on edge as she is gritting her teeth and her hands are gripping the chair. Does she know how turned on I am right now? Oh no, I don’t want another sexual harassment lawsuit—which was bullshit by the way. If anything I should have sued my former assistant for harassment, not the other way around. She was just pissed I kept turning her down.

"Are you alright Ms. Drake?" She doesn't look good. I am unfamiliar with the usual coloring of her face, but I don't think green is normal.

Getting up I walk over to her chair and manage to catch her before she falls out of it. Jesus, she fainted. In a way that's good as she can't see the tent in my pants.

I bring her to the couch and lay her down just as she wakes.

"Cheesecake," she mumbles looking around in confusion.

"You fainted Ms. Drake. Perhaps we should reschedule the interview until you are feeling better?"

I smile at her like a goof. Like a freaking goof! I never smile or at least try not to. I don't want people to think I'm soft so they can take advantage of me.

"No!" Ms. Darke grabs my lapels, fisting them in her hands with wide eyes. She shoots up and rubs her forehead.

"It's alright Ms. Drake, I'll just ask..."

I try to get up from my knees but she seizes my arms pulling me toward her.

"I'm fine Mr. Payne. Fine, fine, finey, fine fine! There is no way I could be finer."

She bolts up from the couch, using me as leverage and causing me to tumble back into the cushions. Ms. Drakes wobbles back to the tan chair and sits staring at my empty seat on the other side of the desk with a crazy smile on her face.

Okay.

I make my way back to my chair and begin to question her. Trying to keep my eyes on anything than her, I look at my computer, phone, and make up reasons to answer phone calls. When my eyes fall upon her smooth skin or mesmerizing eyes I just want to reach across the desk and rub my dick all over her. Is that inappropriate? Probably.

Ms. Drake answers the questions flawlessly and I begin to realize something. That even though I want to bend her over my desk and f*ck her until her words become incoherent, this woman is more than smart, she can handle a stressful situation as if nothing is out of the ordinary. In other words she is perfect to be my assistant.

I also realize that I will have to shake her hand at the end of this interview. Therein lies a problem. My cock wants to touch her very badly, all of her, especially the pink glistening parts of her. But my brain is warning me that if I do touch her it will malfunction, thereby causing Captain Cock (yeah, that's his name) to take over.

So I do the only logical thing I can do, I pick up a folder from my desk to hide the bulge in my crotch and leave the room. It may be rude of me to not end the interview properly or even talk to her, but you have to understand there is great power in Captain Cock. He is a bit of a bully and I don't want Ms. Drake to be scared away. I need her to be my assistant, not just because I want to see her gorgeous body every day, but because I can't have Grace as my assistant.

Making my way to Evaleen's office I ask her to print out the email I just sent her. While I was interviewing Ms. Drake I wrote up the offer letter and sent it to Ms. Bechmann.

"I need you to give this to Ms. Drake and tell her the interview is over," I explain to Evaleen as I bend over her desk signing the letter.

"Wait. You just left her in there? She doesn't even know it's over?"

Ms. Bechmann snatches the paper away from me and puts it in an envelope while glaring at me. We have a mutual dislike of one another. I'm not what you call likable. Most people fear me. If someone can't put forth the effort to do a good job then I really don't want to know them. I'm not about to sugar coat things due to their delicate nature.

Despite my dislike of Evaleen I do respect her. She is a very hard worker and knows what she is doing. With that said, I can see why she doesn't like me at this moment. Leaving someone who is interviewing for the company high and dry is a pretty shitty thing to do. But I don't really want to explain why I did that.

"Yes I left her. No she doesn't know it's over. Just give her the damn envelope Bechmann!"

I shuffle out of her office and straight into the bathroom to help my dick relieve the tension. It may be highly improper to bash the bishop at work, but I'm just not going to be able to concentrate until I do.