Page 39 of Shifted Desire

My dick twitches, and she gives me a lopsided smirk. “Noted.”

“I’ll be right outside your door if you need anything at all. Don’t hesitate to call me in.” She turns and I bite back a groan as I see that she’s wearing seamed stockings like some vintage pinup secretary of my wet dreams.

The words “free use” echo in my mind as I stare at her ass while she walks out the door. I almost tell her to stay. To fuck my morning call I should be joining right now and bend her over the desk to give her a proper introduction to the rigors of her new job.

Samantha must sense the thrumming hunger building in me, because she turns over her shoulder and licks her lips, holding my gaze as she slowly shuts the door.

As I sit back down in my chair, I have to adjust myself so my dick doesn’t get a permanent imprint of my zipper. Resting my face in my hands, I let out a muffled groan that I’m sure Samantha can hear from the other side of the door.

How the hell am I going to get anything done, knowing she’s out there? I should’ve asked them to put her in an office on the other side of the building. It wouldn’t have made any sense, but at least then I wouldn’t be able to scent her.

Like an absolute creep, I stay still and silent, listening to the muffled sounds of her settling in at her desk. I swear I can hear little sighs as she shifts around, and each one makes my dick stiffen more.

As greetings are exchanged when I join the first call of the day, I mentally calculate how long I should force myself to wait before availing myself of Samantha’s “help.”

It has to be at least a day, right? I have to give her a day to settle in and get some actual work done, or what’s the point of having her as my assistant?

A message pops up on my computer screen.

Samantha Pierce: This coffee is so good! You’ll have to show me where you got it.

My stomach flips, picturing us going on a walk over to the coffee shop in question during a break. Getting lattes and chatting instead of heading immediately back to the office. Hearing her laugh and being able to look at her as much as I want without anyone finding it strange. At least not strange beyond the age gap between us.

Stop it. That’s not what she means. She’s asking where I like to get my coffee from because it’s her job to know.

I thumbs-up her message and close it, focusing on the video call with a sigh.

Another message pops up.

Samantha Pierce: Hope your meetings go well. If you need me for anything, I’ll be here.

She needs to stop reminding me of that. I’m sure she’s doing it on purpose, waiting to see how quickly I’ll crack. But I have to wait at least a day. Or at least until after lunch.

I can’t help imagining what it’d be like for her to be secreted away under my desk as I listened to people drone on about KPIs. Would I be able to keep my composure? Would I even care if it meant feeling her mouth on me again?

Gods, this is going to be a long, hard first day.

15

It feels good to be back at work. I don’t give two shits about this pretentious marketing firm or any of its clients, and I’m not the biggest fan of sitting at a desk all day, but it’s still a relief.

Young Sam would despise this version of me that’s thankful for the organization and schedule, but she was a total mess. I learned quickly that when given no boundaries or constraints to my days, I’ll get into too much trouble. Work gives me a time I need to wake up in the morning and a reason to get dressed in something other than sweatpants. Work gives me a chunk of the day where I’m not worried about doing or saying the wrong thing because it’s the one area of my life where I’m confident in my abilities. Yeah, being able to organize a crazy schedule and keep on top of a million incoming tasks and pieces of information isn’t exactly rocket science, but I excel at it.

Also, now that I’m at work, I’m not back at my parents’ house thinking about how much of a loser I am while I try to avoid hearing their mid-day trips to their basement/sex dungeon.

Now I get to have my own kinky fun as a bonus to my daily structure and paycheck. Or I will once Nathan decides to avail himself of my offerings.

He’s trying so hard to ignore me it’s almost comical. The lust radiating off of him is enough to make me wet and a little squirmy as I sit at my desk outside his office, but I’m not going to push him if he wants to be a “gentleman” and let me have the first day to get acclimated.

Even if I’m horny as hell.

I haven’t had sex since our session at The Vault last week. I couldn’t find the wherewithal to open up the apps and find some mindless hookups after such a stimulating evening.

I can’t make a habit of that. I can’t let myself get attached to sex with Nathan, no matter how good it was. Getting attached always leads to problems.

If anything, he’s the one that needs to stay hooked on me so he won’t change his mind and fire me, but even that could be a problem. It’s not exactly like what we’re doing can mean anything outside fulfilling our base needs in a convenient and fun way.

The low rumble of Nathan’s voice on the other side of the door during his meetings matches the dull throb between my thighs that I’ve ignored to focus on the absolute clusterfuck of his schedule. The man has three meetings he’s supposed to be in at the same time on Wednesday. Unless he’s very good at multi-tasking, his entire schedule needs an overhaul.