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MERCEDES...THE ASSISTANT

I sat still in the passenger seat of Sam's Jaguar as he drove, still in shock that he'd demanded to spend the rest of the night with me.

He'd asked my driver to take us back to the restaurant to retrieve his car, to ensure we had complete privacy for the rest of the night.

I wasn't sure why, but when he looked over at me at a stoplight, I couldn't help but think that a part of this felt right. That when he wasn't being my boss...even for a split second...he was more than likeable.

"It'll be pretty hard to get a reservation at this hour in New York City," I said, finally breaking the silence.

"We don't need a reservation for where we're going."

"I'll take your word for it, but for the record, I need to apologize in advance."

"For what?"

"I'm a very picky eater and I'm allergic to a lot of things. And you're just assuming I'll like where we're going instead of being a gentleman and asking me," I said.

"I'm aware of your eating situation, Mercedes." He turned right at the light. "You don't like seafood, you only eat chicken if it's prepared a certain type of way, you're lactose intolerant, yet you still eat certain types of cheese. And if you would like, I can break down an entire list of random shit that seems to make you sick for some reason." He looked over at me. "Would you like me to?"

I shook my head, stunned.

"Good," he said. "As for me not being a gentleman and assuming...I didn't ask because I don't have to. Because contrary to what you may think of me, I do pay attention to you. Now, are you going to give me a chance to be nice or are you going to spend the night acting like we're at the office?"

"I'll give you a chance..."

"Good." He placed his hand on my exposed thigh. "Because I've been trying very hard not to attack you, since you showed up at dinner tonight. So the second you want me to stop trying, please don't hesitate to let me know."

Heat flooded me, so I leaned back in the seat, staying quiet for the rest of the ride as he steered through the snow-lined streets.

Thirty minutes later, Sam pulled into the turnaround of a high rise tower. And about a second later, a valet approached his car and walked over to my side to open the door for me.

On the outside of the car, Sam pressed his hand against the small of my back, and as the doorman opened the door for us, he looked down at me and whispered,

"Did you really wear that dress to make me jealous?"

"Depends. Did it work?"

"Very much so."

Sam led me up a short flight of steps and into a glass elevator that faced the bright and glittering lights of Manhattan.

We rode it all the way to the top level, and the second the doors gave way, a waiter greeted us and gestured for us to follow him into a private room.

A hearth blazed warmly in the corner, and I noticed there was only one table in the center that faced the floor to ceiling windows.

Our table.

The waiter smiled and took our wine orders before disappearing.

"Is this place normally set up for private dinners?" I asked.

"Not at all." Sam looked at me. "But I don't think either of us would like to be spotted together right now, considering our relationship."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want people thinking I slept with the 'Naughty Boss' or Tabloid CEO to get my job."

"Me either." He looked amused. "When are you really coming back to work?"

"You mean, when do you really get to have sex with me again?"

"No, I'm going to have sex with you tonight," he said. "I truly mean, when are you coming back to work?"

"Once you admit that you need me a lot more than you think you do. And once you apologize for being so rude to me over the past year that I've worked for you."

"And if I don't?"

"Well, amazing sex aside, I have three more weeks of sick leave and some very generous vacation days I can make use of. As a matter of fact..."

"I need you and I'm sorry." His words came out in a rush. "And I really do need you to come back to help me, until you quit, that is..."

I knew he wanted me to say that I wasn't quitting, that I would at least consider staying, but one nice date and hot office sex or not, I was leaving Evans Publishing the second I received a worthy enough job offer.

Thankfully, the waiter returned before I could get a word out and the two of us ordered the exact same thing...a simple Swiss chicken pasta.

To my surprise, Mr. Evans steered our dinner conversation away from work and sex.

For hours, we talked about all the things we had in common, which, for some reason, was a lot more than I thought.

And even though he was behaving like a complete gentleman, every time our eyes met, it was clear he was seconds away from suggesting that I let him take me on the spot.

At three o'clock in the morning, the waiter told us he couldn't keep the space open a second longer, so Sam helped me into my coat and we ventured out into the city.

He held me against his side as snow fell over us and we walked all the way down to the skating rink at Rockefeller Plaza.

I gripped the railing and for several minutes, we watched couples and families attempt to keep their balance on the ice.

I looked up at Sam.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yes."

"Were any of those stories in the tabloids from last year true?"

"Some of them."

"Oh." I frowned. "Really?"

"What are you really asking me, Mercedes?"

"Is there any reason why you haven't been featured in one for a very long time?"

"Yes. It's because I haven't done any of the things I used to do for a very long time." He trailed his finger against my lips. "I promised my advisor I would tone down my activities for the sake of the company going public in the future." He paused. "I also happened to accidentally hire a very compelling and sexy distraction working on the floor right below me."

"In other words, you slept with your usual groupies in private."

"Actually, no." He admitted. "Because I was honestly too damn attracted to someone else to waste my time on other people."

My heart flipped.

"I don't believe you. There's no way you haven't slept with anyone else since I started working for you."

"You should. And I haven't." He ran his fingers through my hair. "I have no reason to lie to you. I even tried getting rid of you when you first started since you were such a distraction, but that clearly didn't work out."

"You were purposely being mean to me in the beginning to get me to quit?"

He smiled, silently confirming it.

"That is so..." I couldn't believe he could look so genuine while saying that. "That is so fucked up."

"It was."

"No, it is." I looked into his eyes. "You still act as if you're trying to get me to quit."

"Sign the extension and I'll be a lot nicer."

"How about treat me better first and I'll consider thinking about it?"

"How about both?" He gently pushed me against the railing. "Mercedes, I haven't truly been mean to you in the past six months. Demanding? Yes. Slightly unreasonable with the scheduling time and getting upset about you refusing to sign my contract? Maybe."

"Definitely!"

"Fine," he said. "But I haven't been mean to you."

"O-kaay. You've just done your best to keep me out of your sight and far away from you, because you were thinking about having me as much as I was thinking about having you?"

"Exactly!" A smile spread across his face. "I was only protecting myself."

I burst into laughter, feeling his lips against mine within seconds, then feeling his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close.

"Can I take you home and make love to you now?" he whispered against my mouth. "Or do we need to do something else to make you see that I really do like you?"

"We can..." I warmed at his last five words. "We can do the first thing you said."

Sam unlocked the door to his lavish penthouse condo, ushering me into his bedroom that overlooked the city.

And the second he closed the door behind us, his lips were on mine and his arms were around my waist.

"I can't stay with you long tonight," I whispered. "I have to leave within an hour."

"An hour?" He unzipped the side of my dress. "What makes you think I'll be done with you in an hour?"

"Nothing, but my boss is highly obsessed with me being on time for work, and it's already five o'clock in the morning. If I'm more than a minute late, he'll send me an email and act like it's the end of the world."

He let out a low laugh then tore off my panties.

"I think he'll be more than willing to make an exception in this case."

I moved my hand down to his pants, pulling his zipper.

"I'm not so sure about that. He can be quite the asshole sometimes."

"Is that so?"

His pants hit the floor and he kissed me harder, trapping my bottom lip between his teeth. Then he pushed my dress off my shoulders, and pushed me back onto the bed.

"That's very so." I smiled as he climbed in bed next to me, then gasped as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. "I'd be very surprised if he was late to work today at all."

"He will be."

At that, he grabbed my hands and rolled me on top of him.

Next, he put on a condom and slowly positioned me over his hardened shaft...silently commanding me to lower myself onto it.

I took my time filling myself with Sam inch by inch, and when he was completely inside of me, I entwined my hands with his and rocked against him.

"Fuck..." he breathed as I tried to speed up my rhythm, but he freed his hands form mine, gripped my hips and forced me to slow down.

Next, he pulled my head closer and covered my mouth with his...kissing me until I was nearly breathless.

Then he whispered my name against my lips, and my muscles tensed, causing me to feel him throbbing deeply inside of me.

His hands went back to my hips after a while, and he pressed his fingers deeper into my skin, controlling my movements. But I had a few tricks up my sleeve.

I grabbed both his hands and brought them to my breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and play with them.

A few moans from my lips later, and I noticed Sam was deeply engrossed in his hand movements...so I decided to get into mine.

First off, I started to move a little faster, increasing every time he tweaked my nipples. Then, without warning, I planted my hands on his chest, lifted up and slammed down on his impossibly hard shaft.

"Fuck, Mercedes!"

His eyes widened and his hands left my breasts and landed on my hips...again. And this time when he tried to control my movements, I didn't give him a chance.

I dropped my hands on either side of him and leaned forward, so that my breasts were rubbing deliciously against his chest. Then I arched my back, and went to town on his huge dick.

"Mercedes..."

I kept up my actions...

"Baby..."

Still going...

"Fuck, Mercedes!"

Now I answered...

"Yes, babe."

Silence. But his mouth was opened. And he looked so damn gorgeous.

Then...

"Oh God...Mercedes!"

"Uh-huh," was the only thing I said as I continued to own his dick.

So he surrendered and held onto me tightly as he came. And I felt familiar waves of pleasure rolling through me at the same time.

Panting uncontrollably, my entire body went limp and I collapsed against his chest.

I closed my eyes, expecting Sam to let me catch my breath, but he quickly moved me off of him and flipped me onto my stomach.

Confused, but too tired to ask what he was doing, I kept my eyes closed and groaned.

The next thing I felt was his mouth against my back, him leaving feather-light kisses in a soft trail all the way down my spine.

All the way down to my butt cheeks.

Both of them.

"There," he said, slapping my ass and flipping me back over. "Now you can officially say I've kissed your ass."

We both burst into unruly laughter and he positioned a pillow under my head.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Do you need anything?"

"Water...and a grand tour of your apartment later."

"Okay. We can definitely do that." He kissed my forehead and walked away to get me the water.

I winced as I tried to stretch my legs and managed to roll over on my side.

I looked around the room for my purse, spotting my cell phone flashing the tell-tale blue light of a new email from its pocket.

Thinking it was Santana with an emergency, I pulled the sheets over myself and got out of bed...

Subject: What I Need Today.

You in my office for a meeting at ten.

Samuel Evans

CEO, Evans Publishing

What the!

I turned around immediately, finding myself face to face with Sam.

"You seriously expect me to be able to get to work and hold a ten o'clock meeting with you today?"

"Yes." He pulled me towards the bed. "I have some former fantasies of my own I'd like us to fulfill in my office..."

Stay safe!