apologized for his behavior after the phone call and I told him there was no need. He said it was gross misconduct and if I felt the need to file a complaint he wouldn’t refute it. The problem was, I couldn’t do that whilst watching him lick his lips, how could I raise a complaint about it when many nights I lay in bed touching myself, fantasying that about his tongue over my body — between my legs, neck, mouth, all over my body.
When he whispered I could smell the scent of Giorgio Armani Code , my favorite scent. I inhaled and held my breath, I loved that scent so much. Too much in fact. I bought one for him at Christmas and it drove me wild every time he was near.
I bought him a present not because of my feelings for him, but because I did the same for all my former employees. it was my way of spreading some joy after I received a Christmas bonus after being with the company for only three months.
“ Ms. Clark..”
“Please call me, Ali. Ms. Clark, no one calls me that accept the doctor of the bank and you´re neither of them.”
“Okay, Ali…you have exceptional talents,” he had told me. I wasn’t clear if he meant at work, but when he spoke his eyes were scanning me from top to bottom and they lingered around my breast area.
I knew he wasn’t talking about my work as a secretary. It doesn’t require much talent to take notes and answer phones, but he had no idea what I could do in the bedroom.
He made me feel like I was the best secretary in the world. I loved the way he looked at my body. I had been buying lower cut shirts and shorter skirts just to walk into his office and make him stare. I didn’t want his imagination to do the work, I wanted to put all of it out there for him to see. I wanted my curves enhanced, my hips elevated and my breasts displayed. Not too much, but enough for him to want to touch them, hold them or lick them.
One time in his office, when it was hot, I undid a couple of buttons. He had a hard time dictating. He stopped a few times, then stood up to get himself a glass of water. He offered me one, looking at my breasts as he spoke to me. He didn’t even pretend that he wanted them. I wanted him to walk up to me and just bury his head in them.
I felt like putting his head in between them, so he could like them from up-close and not from afar. He could have tasted them and I wouldn’t have disapproved, I would have encouraged it. I was so wet that day that I had to have a cold shower in the office showers. No one could understand why I was taking a shower — I lied and told them I had been for a jog. Damn, that day was hard.
***
Earlier today I told him that I signed the contract. It stated that I had officially resigned from my post and would be employed — within three months — in another post, and if he was unable to provide that I would continue to be paid the same salary for services rendered. I was unclear what those services were? He told me to trust him and I did, with all my heart.
Why wouldn’t I after working for him for nearly a year?
I checked his calendar and he was fully booked . I wanted to talk to him and discuss the contract. I needed a little reassurance. The contract had an expiry date and that date was closing in fast.
I had no choice but to sign it. A week earlier he took me out to dinner to explain the contract that could change our relationship from a work-related one to an intimate one. I couldn’t resist. We had our own private dining area in Maialino and it was heaven, our own waitress serving us delicious Italian food made the evening even more spectacular.
I know he´s accustomed to such a lifestyle, but it really blew me away. I could not stop telling my parents about it afterwards. They did question if I was sleeping with him and that I should be careful. I wanted to tell them that I wasn’t but that I wanted to, but I restrained myself as I so often do
When he whispered I could smell the scent of Giorgio Armani Code , my favorite scent. I inhaled and held my breath, I loved that scent so much. Too much in fact. I bought one for him at Christmas and it drove me wild every time he was near.
I bought him a present not because of my feelings for him, but because I did the same for all my former employees. it was my way of spreading some joy after I received a Christmas bonus after being with the company for only three months.
“ Ms. Clark..”
“Please call me, Ali. Ms. Clark, no one calls me that accept the doctor of the bank and you´re neither of them.”
“Okay, Ali…you have exceptional talents,” he had told me. I wasn’t clear if he meant at work, but when he spoke his eyes were scanning me from top to bottom and they lingered around my breast area.
I knew he wasn’t talking about my work as a secretary. It doesn’t require much talent to take notes and answer phones, but he had no idea what I could do in the bedroom.
He made me feel like I was the best secretary in the world. I loved the way he looked at my body. I had been buying lower cut shirts and shorter skirts just to walk into his office and make him stare. I didn’t want his imagination to do the work, I wanted to put all of it out there for him to see. I wanted my curves enhanced, my hips elevated and my breasts displayed. Not too much, but enough for him to want to touch them, hold them or lick them.
One time in his office, when it was hot, I undid a couple of buttons. He had a hard time dictating. He stopped a few times, then stood up to get himself a glass of water. He offered me one, looking at my breasts as he spoke to me. He didn’t even pretend that he wanted them. I wanted him to walk up to me and just bury his head in them.
I felt like putting his head in between them, so he could like them from up-close and not from afar. He could have tasted them and I wouldn’t have disapproved, I would have encouraged it. I was so wet that day that I had to have a cold shower in the office showers. No one could understand why I was taking a shower — I lied and told them I had been for a jog. Damn, that day was hard.
***
Earlier today I told him that I signed the contract. It stated that I had officially resigned from my post and would be employed — within three months — in another post, and if he was unable to provide that I would continue to be paid the same salary for services rendered. I was unclear what those services were? He told me to trust him and I did, with all my heart.
Why wouldn’t I after working for him for nearly a year?
I checked his calendar and he was fully booked . I wanted to talk to him and discuss the contract. I needed a little reassurance. The contract had an expiry date and that date was closing in fast.
I had no choice but to sign it. A week earlier he took me out to dinner to explain the contract that could change our relationship from a work-related one to an intimate one. I couldn’t resist. We had our own private dining area in Maialino and it was heaven, our own waitress serving us delicious Italian food made the evening even more spectacular.
I know he´s accustomed to such a lifestyle, but it really blew me away. I could not stop telling my parents about it afterwards. They did question if I was sleeping with him and that I should be careful. I wanted to tell them that I wasn’t but that I wanted to, but I restrained myself as I so often do
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