Chapter 9: Luke

What the fuck?

I had a bitch of a hangover, and the last thing I wanted to do was to go into work today, especially after not doing any work during the weekend. Ed insisted we spend Saturday drinking too, and I spent most of yesterday just trying to sober up. I fell asleep drunk, woke up drunk, and then when I did try and sober up, it was late and the next thing I knew, I was due to come back to work. Ed had one weekend of freedom, and instead of doing something useful with it, it was almost as if he was trying to forget it by always wanting to be drunk. I didn’t get the work I needed to get done before the presentation this morning, and now I had a new PA. One Elisa had asked me to hire, and she never asks me for anything. She asked for a favor, and I couldn’t help but agree to it. I was saving face by telling her I agreed to it and planned on going back to the penthouse and calling the whole thing off.

But no.

I forgot.

Not only was I frustrated about work, but sexually too. I hadn’t had sex in weeks, but I was getting used to my heavy exercise routine, which meant I didn’t need to jerk off or be jerked off. A ten-mile run and a one-hour session on the bike at night in front of the TV did it for me. It stopped my sexual urges, but I didn’t do it over the weekend, and now, fuck—I was ready to fuck the table. Every damn thing was making me on edge. It was as if I was out of fucking control, and April was sitting in front of me with her lacy bra, which I could clearly see through her white shirt. Who the fuck dressed her? Everyone knew that you didn’t wear a black bra with a white shirt. And why the hell did she pick a see-through shirt to wear to the office?

It was as if she was taunting me on purpose, and between my hangover and my aching cock, I felt as if I was going to explode. I wanted to go home. Not only with one of the girls I had in my emergency dial-up, but both of them. I couldn’t think straight when everything was hurting too much.

“Where do you want me to begin?” she asked.

I thought maybe if I jerked off in my bathroom then at least it would solve one problem. But now I couldn’t get up. I wanted to tell her she could begin by getting on her knees and sucking my cock.

“On the floor!”

Fuck!

“No, on the desk. There should be a list of duties. Caroline typed them up before her maternity leave. It’s all there.”

She nodded. “I know, but I saw it was written a while ago, so I thought maybe you were doing something new.”

Fantasizing about my PA was new, and something I didn’t like. And now she was walking toward me with her breasts jumping up and down, licking her lips.

“What the fuck?”

She stopped in her tracks. “Did I do something wrong?”

Yes, everything. Instead of her walking away, she just came nearer. What the fuck was wrong with her?

She needed to back away now, but it was too late as I stood up and showed her the problem. I wanted her to know what was going to go down here, and I wanted to see her reaction. I expected her to run out screaming, but she just stared at my ever-aching cock and asked, “Should I shut the door?”

She didn’t wait for a reply as she slowly walked toward it, and then, before I knew it, the only light coming into the office was from the small crack in the blinds overlooking the rest of the skyscrapers on the block. We were too high up for anyone to see anything, and besides, if they could see us, I hoped they would enjoy the view.