Selena sat at her desk and stared at Kyden Lisander's door. The room was empty, the light out. He was at a meeting. If it went well he'd be happy when he returned. If it didn't go well... then she'd pay the price. She always did. He was a very grumpy man. A hard-as-nails boss. Though she loved a challenge, she didn't love dodging bullets at work.
What she wouldn't give for that man to just look at her one time the way he looked at all the bimbos he took out on dates. Why did he keep picking petite blondes when not one of them lasted longer than a few weeks? He needed a real woman. Someone who was interested in him, not his money. Someone like her. But he only viewed her as a release for his anger, not for his sexual frustration. What a shame.
The man was drop-dead gorgeous, with thick black hair that brushed his shoulders, and eyes a mesmerizing green. Her favorite body part to ogle when he wasn't paying attention wasn't his broad chest or long muscular thighs. It was his delectable ass. Selena wanted to squeeze that bit of him and hear him purr in pleasure.
She'd love it if one day he called her in there and had her shut the door, instead of bitching at her for someone misfiling something, or for a client who said they faxed over something they hadn't. She'd like it if he pushed everything off his desk and shoved her down on the smooth surface to fuck her brains out.
Smiling, she relaxed in her chair and continued with the little fantasy. Maybe he'd yank up her skirt. She always wore skirts because the office was so hot. Hell, she was always hot. Today, she wasn't just hot, but she was bothered too. Very bothered. Normally she didn't fantasize about sex at work, but today she was hot and panting for some action. Hell, she'd take it in the janitor's closet.
Selena focused more on the fantasy and Kyden. He would tear her panties off and then bury his face in her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit like it were a piece of candy. Ooo, she could have him coat her pussy with whipped cream or chocolate sauce. Did they have either of those in the break room? She made a mental note to check. It would help future fantasies if she knew.
Kyden would unbutton those black slacks he always wore, and then he'd put his dick at her wet pussy. Was he long? Thick? Thin? She imagined him both long and thick, and grinned. He'd thrust into her hard and fast, making her scream as he fucked her on his desk, his cock filling her pussy and his balls slapping against her ass. Harder and harder he'd take her on that desk, her climax building and building.
"Selena!" Kyden's shout interrupted the pleasant fantasy. Selena jerked upright, almost falling off the chair. "I'm not paying you to sleep on the job!"
"Yes, sir." She shook her head, wondering what had happened. Whatever it was, it didn't bode well for her. Why couldn't he take it out on one of the other secretaries just for once? Once. It was all she asked. One time. Sure, he had to catch her the one time she lapsed into momentary insanity. What was she thinking? Like the hardass would ever want to fuck her.
"My office. Now."
"Yes, sir." She grabbed a notepad and pen, and meekly followed him to his office. She'd like to shout back at him, tell him it wasn't right to treat her this way, but she needed the money he so generously paid her. She easily made five grand more a year at KL Inc. than a secretary at their biggest competitor. The man, while a jerk, did offer some compensation for his lousy attitude.
She heard Kyden suck in a deep breath and he stood still, his back to the door. She wondered what he was doing as he stood there. Why had he drawn in such a loud breath? Was he about to launch into a tirade? He knew she stood there waiting to enter. He had ears like a fox. And he'd caught her daydreaming about sex. Thank God she hadn't creamed her panties. Or screamed out in completion. Oh, wait. He'd interrupted her before that. She let out a low growl before she could stop herself.
Instead of calling her on her impatience, Kyden walked over to his desk, turned around and sat on the edge of it. "My clients weren't happy with the proposal. Threatened to go elsewhere. I need you to copy everything we have on the Ryders so I can bring in someone else to help plan something that will win back their loyalty and ensure that everyone involved is happy."
"I don't think it was the ad." Selena bit her lip. Stupid. He didn't like it when she made suggestions. What was she thinking? She was a lowly secretary.
"Excuse me? Do I pay you to think?"
"No, sir." She hung her head and drew a noose on her notepad. Was she trying to get fired? It was her damn libido. It was in overdrive, and he was so hot. She wanted to fuck him something fierce. Stupid hormones.
She shook her head and looked up to see him staring at her with an odd expression. She must have signs of her insanity showing. Better to steer him right back on topic before he could ask her what was going on. "Anything else, sir? Do you need a cup of coffee while I copy the file?"
"Come on." He sighed. "Finish it."
She blinked up at him. "Excuse me?"
"Your thought. I want to hear what you think is wrong."
Was he purposely trying to make her crazy? First she was supposed to shut up and not think. Now he wanted her to think and talk to him. A girl couldn't win with him. No wonder he liked brainless sluts. They were the only ones who could put up with his idiosyncrasies long enough to make it to the bedroom. Any other sane woman would brain him.
"I'm frustrated, tired, and hot, Selena. Tell me what your thoughts are on this ad."
She drew in a deep breath and prepared to batten down the hatches if a storm erupted. "If I can be honest, sir, who drinks rutabaga juice anyway? It's not the ad, it's the product." She tried to make herself smaller as he hissed. It would have been funny if she weren't so afraid of him. He looked angry enough to lay a hand on her. But she'd never seen him hit a woman. Why was she suddenly thinking about him hurting her?
"Our job is to sell their rutabaga juice. If their sales are low, then we're not doing our job. We need to entice consumers to purchase the juice. We need to seduce consumers into parting with their money."
Selena flushed. She hoped her dark skin hid it, but it probably didn't. She did not need to hear words like entice and seduce coming from his luscious lips. She wanted to kiss him, to bite those lips. To have those lips on her lower body in a very inappropriate way.
"Go do what you're paid to do and copy the files. Leave the ads to me and the ad staff. And make some fresh coffee too."
"Yes, sir." Fighting back tears, Selena found the file in the cabinet and walked down to the copy room. Every time she tried to help, he shot her down. It was as if he hated her, which was a shame since she wanted to fuck him in the worst way.
Damn man. If he kept this up, she was walking out the door. Really. No one had to put up with this shit. So why did she? Because the money was good.
Confusion streaked through her as the man she'd been thinking of walked past, a scowl on his face. Damn man probably had another secretary bawling by now. So why did she check out his ass as he walked past? Why did she hunger for his body when it was probably career suicide to think these lusty thoughts?
Maybe it wasn't his fault, she debated as she entered her code into the copier and settled the file to be copied in the machine. He could have been born that way. Maybe raised to hate all women. It was such a shame, if that was true. All that long black hair and those eyes that reminded her of the ocean on a perfect day. That light bluish color with a hint of green. She wanted to sink her hands in that hair and force him to his knees. Make him pay homage to her womanliness.
Sometimes she swore she saw a flicker of flame in those eyes of his. A few times in the past two months she'd seen him looking at her with such intensity that his eyes seemed to change. To narrow and darken. Heat with those odd flames. It was just her imagination, though. She was so scared of the man that she imagined he was a monster and not an ordinary man. Her shrink said she tended to fictionalize aspects of her life that she didn't like. So what? It helped her cope in this odd world that she'd never fitted into.