Chapter 66 Vignette 61
The moment I walked into the office this morning, my boss presented a stack of files for careful review and correction of every damn error before 3:00 pm.
I worked breathlessly for seven plus hours and finally closed the last file around 3:01 pm. The air conditioner in my office had suddenly stopped working and sweat dripped off my forehead.
I had loosened the top buttons of my crisp navy blue shirt to enable me to receive more air.
I stood up from the chair and quickly arranged the files in correct order. Then I carried them in the crook of my elbow and sprinted out of the office.
I was already two minutes late and I knew my boss would be hell mad at me for being “incompetent”—as he always calls me.
I walked down the hallway so quickly I didn't realize how I got to his office within a few seconds.
I knocked once and pushed the door open. Then I looked straight at where he usually sits but there was no one seated behind the neatly arranged massive table.
I stepped in and shut the door beside me.
But suddenly, there was a face right in front of me.
I flinched and dropped the files but thank goodness he caught them just in time. Else my hours of effort would have shattered because of a panic.
“Hey! What was that for?” I asked, one hand on my chest. It rose and fell really very fast.
I had thought no one was in the office and suddenly someone was right in front of me.
His voice was calm, “you don't have to overreact. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm only here to clean up and get his clothes.” He paused, staring at me indifferently. “Boss left earlier in an emergency.”
“Give me that!” I snatched the files from his hands. “You didn't mean to scare me but you did just that.” I sighed and walked away.
His eyes followed me as I placed the files on the desk and turned around.
I didn't want to make eye contact but my eyes forced me to.
His grey eyes scanned my body like he could see through me. I had no idea why he did that but it was an atypical behavior for Greg the very obedient butler.
He's served my boss for a couple of years and my boss never had any reason to complain. Neither did Greg ever need to complain about anyone in the office even if he was outrightly wronged.
He was almost the youngest amongst the entire staff—white skin, clean shaves and of course those grey eyes that left most of the ladies weak in their knees.
Except me.
But today, the way he looked at me rubbed off as strange to me.
“Why are you staring so much?” I had to ask.
He didn't answer. His face maintained a neutral expression.
Then his gaze shifted to my face and then down to my chest.
I followed his eyes and screamed instantly, pulling the collars of my shirt together after realizing my cleavage had been open all along.
“How could you, Greg?”
His shoulders raised slightly as his arms split, arching at the elbows. “I didn't do anything. You left them open yourself.”
My mouth opened to yell but then I remembered loosening my buttons due to the heat in my office and then forgetting to lock them back before leaving to return the files.
I closed my eyes, gently bumped my forehead and gasped.
“I'm really sorry about that,”
Then I buttoned up and made to leave.
But he hurried in front of me, obstructing the way to the door.
I frowned, “What's this all about?”
“You shouldn't have let me see your bbs,”
My brows arched. Why did he use such dirty words on me?
He continued to speak. “Now I'm hard as fk and I can't let you go like that. You have to do something about this.” he said, pointing to his manhood.
“Greg!” I yelled, clearly dazed by his attitude.
“I'm sorry but I don't know how to control it when it gets hard. And whoever makes it hard will have to make it relax again.”
My breath hitched, “wha… what?”
He leaned in and pushed the door behind me. It shut close.
He only needed to take a step closer for sweat from God-knows-where to trickle down my face.
I shouldn't have been scared or intimidated by his tone.
I could have just shunned him and walked out of the office but my lips betrayed me. My legs did too.
Now he was right in front of me… just a few inches away.
I could feel the heat from his skin. His nearness tightened the air around me and my breathing was suddenly unsteady.
For the first time since knowing him, I could see his face at such close range… sharp nose and edgy jawline.
His lips glistened under the white light above us. And his eyes were…
Oh lord! those grey eyes that stirred something low in my stomach. Something I'd refused to admit.
He leaned into me. So close that I could feel his breath hit my skin.
His fingers grazed my jaw down to my neck and I tightened my legs together as if trying to stop my psy from feeling what it was beginning to feel.
His nose touched somewhere on my neck as he reached in and kissed my neck once.
Then again.
And again.
My legs were beginning to give out. He was literally tampering with my turn-on spot.
But I held myself steady.
Not until his hand was on my waist. Still kissing.
Still making me tremble.
I didn't even realize how I got to the wall.
Now he was kissing me roughly. On my neck and chest. Then he shifted up to my cheeks, sucked it lightly until his lips finally met mine.
He kissed me hungrily.
His lips were soft and plumpy.
I kissed him like he was the solution to all my problems.
My hands instinctively went up to his jaws. I held him firmly, still kissing him breathlessly.
His hands reached for my shirt, undoing the buttons like time was against us.
It was quick. Really quick.
The way he exposed my bra and my bbs were suddenly in his hands, his fingers squeezing my nples.
I pressed my head backward on the wall… moaning, clutching my legs together.
He hushed me when my moans became louder, not wanting to draw attention from outside.
I tried really hard to muffle it but I just couldn't catch up.
His mouth was now on my bbs—sucking, biting and probing.
Then he pulled back and stared at the clock, then back at me.
“Boss would return anytime soon. We'll be really quick.”
Before I could nod, he lifted my skirt brusquely then lifted me next.
One hand under my as, while the other one unzipped and unbuttoned his trouser.
My pulse heightened just the way my legs hung in the air.
His ck was the perfect size for my deep and tight psy.
He rubbed his hand on the tip, spreading the tiny bit of cm that lingered there.
Then he held my neck, shifted my panties to the side and his ck directed itself fluidly inside my psy.
Wet. Slimy. Slurpy and sweet.
He started fking me. Really hard and fast like he didn't want to waste a second.
Literally, my psy swallowed his entire length, leaving only his balls to tap me continuously.
He slammed me fast and hard like his life depended on my psy.
My bbs bouncing hit his chest over and over again.
Then he took my lips roughly. My tongue slid into his mouth and he rushed it hungrily, still fking me deep, stretching my psy with every thrust.
I was screaming but he went even harder until he released inside me.
He didn't pull out until he emptied his scrotum deep in my psy.
My breathing was high, my psy dripping with cm as he let me stand on my feet.
I quickly held onto a nearby shelf to keep me from falling while he locked his dk in his trousers, not bothering to wipe my juices off it first.
“Get a hold of yourself and dress up. Boss would be here any moment.”
I panicked and started covering up…covering my bbs and arranging my askew clothes.
As I smoothened my hair to look normal, the office door swung open and our boss walked in.
I froze instantly.
Not from fear but gratitude because we would have been done for if he had walked in just a few seconds earlier.