Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(54)

I had the hiring handled for me, my only requirement that the assistant be competent and able to work long hours for the next two weeks.

I'd weaned myself off micromanaging a while back, and I wasn't going to start again now.

The assistant's name was Winona, and her main purpose was paperwork and coffee.  Important stuff.

She was eye catching.  I wasn't blind, and I noticed right away that she had the kind of looks that could stop a man in his tracks.

Hourglass curves, deep red hair that was tousled like she'd just come out of a man's bed, with a face that was simply stunning to look at, green eyes that were a startling emerald that I personally thought must have been contacts.

If that wasn't enough, she dressed provocatively and carried herself with the kind of sensuality that a man like me could recognize for what it was.  She oozed sex.  Everything she did spoke of her fixation on it.  She was the kind of woman a man saw in the office and figured she'd just finished f**king someone in the elevator on the way up, because she just needed it that bad, that constantly.

She was the kind of woman I'd have taken the bait from a few years ago.

And bait was just what she was throwing out.  She wasn't subtle.  I caught her vibe right away.  I'd been single not so very long ago.  I knew the signs, hadn't forgotten a single trick, from her sidelong stares to her flashes of cle**age, I recognized them all.

I wasn't flirtatious with her.  I didn't think I'd ever been particularly flirtatious, even before.  I'd been polite but to the point.  Now there was no point.  Any woman expressing interest in me who was not my wife was nothing but a nuisance.

She was so obvious, in fact, that I found myself addressing it on the first day.

"You're here to do a job," I told her, voice bland.  She was bent over my table, pretending to work on something, her cle**age just about falling out of her top.  She'd been posing that way for a good five minutes.

"A simple job, no more, no less," I continued.  "If you had some other expectations coming into this, I'm going to disabuse you of the notion right now.  Do your work, act and dress appropriately, or leave.

She looked up at me, straightened, smoothing her dress, hands running over her voluptuous body to do so.  She blinked her eyes slowly, several times, just staring at me.

I thought she might be going for a seductive stare.

Pointedly, I yawned.

Her mouth tightened, and she nodded, then went back to what she was doing.

I sighed.  "You have your own desk, out in reception.  I'm not particularly keen on sharing mine."

That at least got her out of my hair for a bit.

On her third day, I went into my office's adjacent bedroom, locking the door behind me, and made a phone call to Bianca that was meant to be a simple checking in to say hi call.

Instead, I ended up with my dick out, jacking off into a napkin as she told me what she was doing to herself on the other end.

It was ridiculous.  Just out of hand.  I'd made love to her that morning, just before work, and still I couldn't help myself.  I only let her hang up after she'd promised to come visit me for lunch.

I'd been in the bedroom about forty-five minutes, and I came back out to find Winona was in my office.

She looked startled.  She was by my desk but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she'd been doing.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

She licked her lips, smoothing her tight dress over her hips.  "I—um came to ask you if you needed anything."

I didn't believe her.  My eyes narrowed, I looked around my desk, but could see nothing out of place.

"No," I said curtly.  "Go work on the tasks I set you to this morning."

"Who's the new girl?" Bianca asked when she came to visit me a few hours later.

I was behind my desk, signing yet another round of tedious paperwork.

"New assistant.  Winona.  I don't think she's going to last long."

She was studying my face, her expression very blank.

"What?" I finally asked her.

"Have you slept with her?" she asked quietly.

I was horrified.  "Of course not!  What kind of a question is that?"

"Not recently.  I don't mean, have you slept with her just now, I mean, in the past, sometime before me?"

"No.  I wasn't even the one to hire her, but frankly, I'm questioning the competency of whoever did.  I'm about one more annoyance away from firing her."

"She's been hitting on you," she guessed.

I grimaced.  "She's definitely letting me know she's interested."

She didn't say anything more about it, just walking from the office to the bedroom.  I'd already unlocked it for her.

I was too distracted to work with her in there.  I didn't last five minutes before I followed her.

I had only planned to take an hour lunch out of the busy day, but we wound up in there for three.

And we didn't eat, well, not lunch anyway.

I straddled her thigh, her other leg hugged to my chest.  I leaned forward, stretching her deliciously wide while I moved in great heavy thrusts inside of her.