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MERCEDES...THE ASSISTANT
There was no "What I Need Today" email from Mr. Evans this morning.
No last minute request for coffee, new release novels, or breakfast.
Strange.
Eerily strange.
As I headed to the office one hour earlier like he'd requested, I noticed his Jaguar wasn't in his designated spot.
Somewhat relieved, I took the elevator to my floor and unlocked my office, unsure as to whether I should start organizing my things for an upcoming termination or not.
Whenever he decided to bring up my email, I knew I was going to have to choose between three options when I responded.
Option A...Deny. Deny. Deny.
Option B...Deny more. Deny more. Deny more.
Option C...Suck up my pride, admit I was wrong, and hope he doesn't fire me because I haven't received an official job offer from anywhere else, yet.
I'm going with Option A...
Just as I was about to sit down, my desk phone rang and Mr. Evans' office number appeared on the screen.
Taking a deep breath, I picked up the receiver.
"Yes, Mr. Evans?"
"Come up to my office."
He hung up without a single word, leaving me confused. I couldn't even gage his mood from those five short words.
Well, no sense in keeping the man waiting...
I locked my purse in my drawer and took the steps, knocking three times on his door, until his familiar, "Yes?" greeted me and made me open the door.
He was sitting in his chair, his back facing me. But at the sound of my heels clacking against the floor, he slowly spun around...his deep green eyes meeting mine.
His suit today was one I hadn't seen before, a dark grey one that perfectly complemented the new silver watch on his wrist.
The watch he'd far too recently made me stand in line to get.
"Have a seat."
He motioned for me to sit in front of his desk.
I sat down and he picked up his coffee, taking a long sip.
"You know, Miss Jones," He emphasized my name by drawing it out. "I honestly thought you and I were on better terms, especially after working together for over a year. But it seems I was clearly mistaken."
He looked as if he was waiting for some type of explanation in regards to my email, and now, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go for Option A, B, or C.
As if Mr. Evans could sense that I was weighing my options, his lips curved up into a smirk.
I tried to avert my gaze away, even for a second, but I couldn't look away from him at all.
"Are you going to say something?" he asked. "Or are you going to continue sitting there as if you have no idea what I'm talking about?"
"Is this about me leaving early yesterday?" I settled on Option A. "I was feeling a little ill, that's all."
"This is about a particularly inappropriate email where you make a mention of me screwing you."
My face were on fire and I knew he wasn't going to let me avoid this at all.
"I'm sorry," I said, the words rushing out. "I had no idea that I'd accidentally..."
"This is also about..." he said, cutting me off as he raised his hand. "Me possibly needing to go to human resources and file a complaint. A sexual harassment complaint."
What. The. Hell?
Was he serious?
Slowly standing up, he walked in front of his desk—keeping me pinned to the seat with his angry gaze...making me soaking wet with every slight lick of his lips.
"Sexual harassment is a very serious offense here at Evans Publishing, Miss Jones." He looked me up and down. "I've had people fired for far less egregious offenses. And I technically should be doing the same to you right now as that would only be more than fair." He didn't let me get a word in. "Especially since I don't think you fully understand why, what you did was so offensive."
"I do..."
My voice was a whisper.
"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrow. "Can you imagine if I accidentally sent a similar email to someone about you the way you did me?"
I didn't answer.
"Let me put this in perspective for you."
He leaned forward, so close his knees were touching mine.
"If I sent an email to you...accidentally that is...and it said that I've wanted you to sit your pussy on my face since you started working here...or that I've wanted to bend you over my own desk and fuck you until you begged me to stop every time you wore a particular shade of dress, don't you think I would need to be reprimanded somehow?"
I was speechless at his words. And I wasn't sure if he was simply giving an example or if he'd really thought about me the way I'd thought about him.
"Answer me, Mercedes." The way my name fell from his lips made me suck in a breath. "Don't you think there would be an uproar with serious consequences?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe? No, definitely!" He adjusted his tie. "In fact, there would be such an uproar, that I think the IT department would be forced to go through all the emails I'd ever sent on any company device, since nothing sent on a company server is ever truly deleted. In fact, they'd probably have to investigate and see if this was a one-time offense or a particularly interesting pattern..."
I felt my jaw dropping and struggled to keep my lips together.
"I mean," he said, looking somewhat serious. "Depending on what they found, they'd have to personally address me and assess the damages. And if the person I was talking about fucking in my emails wanted to, I'm sure she could make my life very miserable."
Silence.
I couldn't think of a word to say.
Mr. Evans picked up a folder from his desk and slowly set in on my lap...somehow managing to turn me on even further without even touching me.
"Three hundred and sixty-seven emails between you and your 'bestie', Santana."
That's it?
I would've thought there'd be more...
"That's this month alone." His voice was clipped. "I didn't have time to read more than a few of them, but I'm assuming we won't be seeing anymore of these in our IT database. Or will we?"
"No." I shook my head.
"Good. I've had all of them permanently deleted. You're welcome." He stood up and glanced at his watch. "Those Rosario files are due before our morning meeting with Woodward."
He walked over to the door and held it open, waiting for me to leave.
Avoiding his gaze, I stood up and headed into the hallway.
"Oh, and one last thing, Miss Jones," he said, making me look over my shoulder.
"Yes?"
"For the record, as per your email with the subject heading, 'I Wonder If He Eats Pussy'." He looked me up and down. "I do eat pussy. And if I was ever going to eat your pussy...if that thought had ever been filthy enough to cross my mind and certain circumstances between us were different...you wouldn't be able to walk for days after I was done with you."
SAM...THE BOSS
I've read every single email I'd pulled from the intel department.
Every. Single. One.
They were easy to track, since apparently, Miss Jones and her friend labeled all the ones in regards to me as 'Ass-holery Report', 'My Boss', or 'This Man Today'.
Also quite apparent, was that she hated me and I almost regretted taking out my sexual frustration on her by demanding so much.
Almost.
Her mind was damn near as naughty as mine when it came to sex. And it was slightly gratifying to know that the attraction wasn't one sided, even if there was little I could do about it.
I've never mixed business with pleasure before. And I wasn't going to start now.
I just needed to get through all eight of our meetings today without thinking about what I'd seen in her emails, and without thinking about the fact that, maybe it wasn't mixing business with pleasure if she was so hell bent on leaving soon.
If I was letting her leave soon, that is.
Fuck!
MERCEDES...THE ASSISTANT
Subject: What I Need In Two Hours
The Caruso files. Transfer papers on the acquisition of Levin and Baylor. Your front-list report. The notes from this afternoon's meeting.
Samuel Evans
CEO, Evans Publishing
I closed his email and sighed.
I was starting to wish that he'd simply fired me. Ever since that meeting in his office two days ago, he'd been twice as domineering.
And twice as unbearable.
It had taken everything out of me not to walk out on the all-staff meeting, when he'd purposely put me on the spot and asked me several questions about a book he knew I hadn't had the chance to read yet.
Then again, when he chastised me in front of everyone for submitting incomplete reports that weren't even due for another four weeks.
There was no way I was going to complete every objective in his most recent email within two hours, so I wasn't even going to try.
I grabbed the work I'd already finished and headed up to his office, sending San an email on the ride up.
I didn't care if he caught this message on the company server or not.
Subject: Horrible Boss+ Typical Asshole Behavior + Long Day = Wine. Stat!
I'm leaving work early today. Can I come over and drink wine at your place for the night?
Your bestie,
Mercedes
Her response came through in seconds.
Subject: Re: Horrible Boss+ Typical Asshole Behavior + Long Day = Wine. Stat!
Of course! I'll head out now and buy your favorite.
Your bestie,
Santana
The second the elevator doors opened, I headed straight for Mr. Evans' office. And I didn't bother knocking.
I opened the door and saw him reading a book at his desk.
He looked up at me.
"May I help you with something, Miss Jones?"
"Here is my front-list report." I slammed a huge binder of paperwork on his desk. "The Caruso report...what I managed to finish for it anyway...should be in your inbox within minutes."
"You didn't need to come up here to say that. You should've just sent me an email..." His gaze went to my lips, but then he narrowed his eyes at me. "You know I hate when people come into my office without permission."
"You hate a lot of things." I shrugged. "Maybe you should just learn how to deal with them like everyone else. I'll be bringing my notes from this afternoon's meeting up here when I finish...without knocking...since I'll probably have to bring you a late lunch. And then I'm officially done for the day."
"No." He flipped a page in his book. "You'll just think you're done for the day. I need you to stay until eight o'clock today."
"I can't," I said firmly. "I have plans."
"I know," he said, putting down his novel. "Your plans involve staying here until eight o'clock."
"Mr. Evans..." I looked him right in the eyes. "With all due respect...which you deserve none of after the way you've treated me this week...I'm not staying today. I don't have time. And actually, you know something else?" I knocked the folder I'd just set on his desk onto the floor, sending hundreds of loose report sheets all over his office. "I'm not going to pick that up. And I'm not going to do anything else today. I'm going home. Now!"
"Miss Jones..." He gritted his teeth. "Don't make me..."
"What? Fire me? Please do."
At that, I turned away from him and rushed out of his office with my blood boiling and my frustration at an all-time high.
Seething, I took the steps down to my office and slammed the door shut. Then I logged into my scheduling portal and sent email cancellations for the remainder of my meetings.
I also sent Human Resources a message that confirmed I was leaving early for personal reasons and that I may need to request additional time off in the coming days.
I made sure all the emails went through, and then I shut down my computer and closed all of the binders on my desk.
As I was slipping into my coat, my door swung open and Mr. Evans stormed inside my office.
"Going somewhere?" He hissed, clenching his jaw. "Did you not hear what I said when we were upstairs?"
"I did." I picked up my scarf. "Did you not hear what I said? I'm. Leaving. You can stand there and threaten me with your stares all you want, but I'm going home."
"Mercedes..." He close the door and locked it, then he stepped towards my desk. "I'm not going to ask you to stay here again."
"Good." I shrugged. "Then that makes it that much easier for me to leave."
I slung my purse over my shoulder and headed for the side door, but he grabbed my elbow from behind and spun me around to face him.
"Why are you being so goddamn difficult?" He pressed his forehead against mine. "I really need you to stay here with me today..."
"Then I need you to give me a worthwhile reason to."
His lips suddenly crashed against mine and his arms went around my waist, his fingers deftly unfastening the belt of my coat.
Keeping his mouth against mine, he pulled open my lapels and pushed the coat off my shoulders and onto the floor.
Biting my bottom lip, he slid his hand up my dress, and slowly tore off my soaked panties.
He kissed me until I was breathless, gently pushing me backward and against my desk.
Briefly letting my lips go, he pushed all of my binders and files onto the floor. And right at that moment my office line began to ring...and he immediately knocked the phone to the floor, too.
Without saying a word, Sam grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up, firmly planting me on the top of my desk.
My bare ass cheeks hit the cold metal and I sucked in a breath as I caught sight of his hardened dick through his pants.
"Spread your legs for me!" he commanded.
The sound of people talking outside my office made me want to jump up, but he placed his hand against my stomach and stared into my eyes.
"They won't be able to hear us," he whispered. "Do what I told you to do. Now!"
I slowly moved my legs apart and he loosened his tie, keeping his gaze between my thighs.
He stepped between my legs and pressed his thumb against my swelling clit, applying just enough pressure to make me murmur.
"I need you to promise me that you're not going to scream," he said. "They will hear that..."
I nodded, unable to respond as he bent down and sucked my clit into his mouth. "Can you promise me that, Mercedes?"
"I..." I nodded again, breathing slowly as he blew against my skin. "Yes...I promise I won't...I won't scream when you screw me..."
"I wasn't referring to when I screw you." He lifted his head up, smirking. "I have to eat your pussy first!"
He suddenly grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, quickly positioning both of my legs over his shoulders.
Without wasting another second, he buried his head between my legs and pressed his mouth against me...sending every nerve in my body into overdrive.
His tongue darted against me relentlessly and I cried out when he slid two long fingers inside me.
My hands went to his hair...gripping it hard...as I begged him for mercy, but he continued to torture me with pleasure.
In between moans, I threatened to scream, but he only laughed and the strokes of his tongue became more powerful.
As his hands held me steady against his mouth, I felt my entire body beginning to shake. I was on the verge of an orgasm.
"Mr. Evans...Sam...I...I..."
I struggled to get another word to fall out of my mouth. But I couldn't.
My body convulsed against the desk, forcing me to break my promise and scream so loudly I was sure everyone on the floor could hear me.
I felt him pressing his fingers against my mouth and heard him commanding me to be quiet, but I closed my eyes and tossed my head back...losing all control.
I wasn't sure how long I continued to shake, or if any of my coworkers heard me, but when I opened my eyes again, my legs were still around Mr. Evans and he was staring at me.
I thought he was going to say something, to find a way to break our heated silence, but he simply moved my legs from around his shoulders and unbuttoned his pants.
My eyes widened as far as they could go when he pulled out his dick. He was much thicker and more well-hung than I'd imagined.
He smiled at my shocked reaction, tipping my chin up with his fingertips.
"Bend over the desk."
I gasped.
"What?"
"You heard me." He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. Then he gripped my hips and spun me around so my back was to his front. "Bend over the fucking desk!"
Slowly obliging, I pressed my chest against the metal.
I heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, then the sound of him unwrapping a condom.
From behind, he slowly pushed my dress up to my waist.
Then he slapped my ass and slowly slid his huge shaft into me...inch by inch.
Moaning, I struggled to maintain my balance as I adjusted to his impressive length.
And when he was completely inside of me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back until our eyes met, whispering,
"Is this how I fucked you in your fantasies?"
I didn't get a chance to answer.
He pounded into me relentlessly, keeping one hand in my hair and slapping my ass each time I cried out.
He bit my shoulder as I said his name, as I closed my eyes once more and realized he was ten times better in reality than any fantasy I'd ever concocted.
After a while, he let go of my hair and slid a hand up to my breasts, squeezing them as he whispered,
"I've wanted to feel your pussy on my dick ever since you started working here..."
I gasped, unable to react as my legs began to shake all over again.
"Sam...Sam..."
"Mercedes...Mercedes..."
He mocked me, a slight smile in his voice.
"I...I..."
I gripped the edge of the desk as he slapped my ass again. Then he whispered my name as the tremors continued to build inside of me, and I heard him say,
"Wait for me."
But I was already there.
My womanhood throbbed in pleasure as another orgasm wracked its way through my body, leaving me limp and breathless against the desk.
Leaving me also to wonder just how long he was going to screw me.
Holding me still, Sam continued to pound me, making the desk scooch forward with every thrust.
The man was an animal.
Suddenly, he shifted his stance, dropping his hips lower even as he gripped my hips with both hands.
I felt him pull me back slightly and angled his shaft upward. Then he drove into me.
Hard.
But so pleasurable I found myself groaning loudly and on the verge of a third orgasm.
He hit every spot precisely and I was powerless to stop my release as it barreled through me, shattering me.
He found his own release minutes later, while I struggled to catch my breath. And the two of us slumped forward on the desk, remaining intimately entwined.
Then he kissed the back of my neck.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
I nodded...still struggling to catch my breath.
"Can I let you go now?"
"No."
Sam let out a low laugh and held me against him longer, waiting until I gave him the okay to let me go.
Kissing the back of my neck once more, he slowly pulled out of me and tossed the condom into the trash.
Then he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around so I was propped against the desk.
As if he could tell I was unable to fully function on my own, he readjusted my dress and helped me into my coat. Then he ran his fingers through my hair and looked me over before picking up my heels and helping me to slide into them.
"You should call your driver now," he said softly, picking up my desk phone from the floor and handing it to me. "I'll walk you downstairs."
I nodded and dialed my driver, watching as Mr. Evans slip into his pants and adjust his tie. His eyes never left mine. And as soon as my driver said,
"I'll meet you in five," I hung up.
Sam handed me my purse and I wobbled on my heels as I attempted to walk...earning a knowing, sexy smile from him.
Luckily, he pulled me against his side and thankfully walked me towards the freight elevators so no one would see us.
I avoided looking at him as we rode the elevator. I was in complete and utter shock that I'd actually had sex with him...that the leading man in all my fantasies had easily put every single one of those to shame with reality.
When we stepped outside together, I was immediately confused as to why the sky had fallen dark so quickly.
But he walked me right to the town car and opened the back door, and waited for me to get inside.
He looked as if he expected me to say something, but for whatever reason, I could only think of one thing...
"Thank you for being so understanding, Mr. Evans," I said, not wanting to give the driver any type of impression about what the hell had just happened between us.
"For understanding what, Miss Jones?"
"That I wasn't staying until eight o'clock today. Glad we could come to that understanding."
A slow smile spread across his handsome face and he glanced at his watch.
"I think you're highly misinformed right now, Miss Jones. It's nine o'clock." Then he took one last look at me and shut the door. "See you Monday."
Please forgive any extreme mistakes or character names mix ups. Long day + did not read over.
I just wanted to get the update out.
Stay safe!