Getting ready for work I always make sure to put on my cutest stockings with lace at the top, hoping to see my boss. As the assistant to one of the sexiest bachelor CEOs in Las Vegas, all I could think about at work was getting to be a fling or assistant-with-benefits, oh can a girl dream. So, everyday in hopes of him noticing, really noticing me, I dress up in my best clothes and wear the boldest red lip to work. Clocking in at the front office of the high rise casino at 7am sharp, I then take the private elevator with my key card up to the 32 floor and unlock all the doors, start up the coffee machine, start up Mr. Ezra Beckett’s computer, set his to-do list on his desk, and go back to my desk ready for his arrival at 7:30am. At 7:30am sharp Mr.Beckett walks into his office, completely ignoring me and I wait for him to email me with anything from his list that he’d rather I do than him. He emails me a list saying, “do the whole list except calling Marshall”, so I get to work and finish up around 11:30am, right in time to pick up his lunch. I always email him what he’d like for lunch but today, feeling oh so confident in how I looked, I decided to go into his office and ask instead. Taking a deep breath and walk up to his door and knock. “Come in”, he says in his deep raspy voice, I go on in getting slightly wet at just the sight of him. “Good afternoon Sir, I was just about to go out and buy your lunch. What would you like for today?”, I ask. He looks up at me with his dark brooding eyes, “Whats your name?”, he asks. “Abigail”, I respond. “Well, Abigail since when do you come into my office and ask what I’d like for lunch?”, he asks. “Well, I uhm I uh, my computer wasn’t working and wouldn’t wouldn’t send the email”, I stuttered out. “Tsk Tsk Abigail, I don’t appreciate liars. Come take a seat, it looks like we’ve got to have a chat.”, he reprimands. I cautiously make my way to the chairs across his desk and take a seat, completely getting turned on by the way he spoke to me and crossing my legs tightly when I sit, letting my pencil skirt ride up so that enough of my stocking laced edge is peeking out. I notice he watches me as I take a seat across from him and takes notice of my lacy stocking. “Well Ms. Abigail, I’ll have you know that I know everything about anything that goes on in this building and I know that there have been zero email programs that are down at the moment and no laptops or desktops that aren’t working. So, tell me dear why are you lying to me”, his voice says so deeply and in a condescending voice that gives me chills all up my spine and causes me to unconsciously squeeze me crossed legs even more. I struggle to come up with an answer quickly and just blush heavily, I decide that this is my chance he was definitely checking me out and I might never have a conversation with him again after just lying straight to his face so I shoot my most ultimate shot, “Well Sir, in reality I just really wanted to see you”, I reply quickly and sheepishly. There is a brief pause and I hear him take a sharp breath, “It’s about damn time that you come onto me darling, I’m not really one to do it first but it seems like this really is a mutual feeling and I can finally make a move. I’ve had my eyes on you since about six months after you were hired when I actually noticed that they had hired me a new personal assistant. If I were to make the first move, I could get in quite some trouble if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings.”, He expressed. He stands up halfway through his reel and come up to me as I am sitting in his chair, he grabs my chin forcing me to look up at him and he gives me the hardest most rough kiss of my life, taking my breath away. Suddenly he pulls away and turns to his desk, taking a pen and writing something down. He turns to me and says, “This is the building and number of the penthouse I live in along with the code for the elevator for you to go up to the top floor. Meet me there tonight at 10:30pm, you can take the rest of your day off and I’ll see you then”, he commands. I quickly nod and make my way out of his office and all but run to my desk to pack up my stuff to go home and immediately get ready. I quickly leave the office, head down the elevator and make my way to my humble apartment just off of the strip. I, as much as I wanted something to happen between me and Mr. Beckett, never expected anything to happen so before tonight I had to go get my Brazilian wax, exfoliate my whole body, moisturize, redo my makeup, find the perfect lingerie and outfit, before 10:30pm which gladly would be very doable. After many hours, I finally finished with all my prep, I ended up putting on a black satin dress with some red heels and the most innocent looking, which I was anything but, white undergarments. I drive to his penthouse, go up to his floor using his code, and am just about to knock on his front door when.

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