The Executive's Secretary, page 9
“Why do you need an answer, Piper? Why is this so important to you?” he asked.
“It just is!”
I grabbed my purse and stormed out the front door. I could hear him grumbling inside, cursing at me and my accusations.
Why didn’t I drive?
“If you’re finished, I can drive you home now.”
“Fine,” I said flatly.
I slid into the passenger side of his white Audi while the engine revved up. We drove across the city to my part of town in silence. The sun slowly climbed the horizon as we neared my apartment. Bryce whipped the car into a tight spot in front and locked the doors.
“Let me out,” I said.
“Stop questioning me,” he replied.
“What?”
“Stop questioning me. Accept that I like you and leave it at that. I hate being questioned. I’m Bryce fucking O’Connell, if I want to do nice things for you just let me. Don’t argue and get an attitude.”
“What the fuck, Bryce?”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. I could feel his hot breath on his face. I tried to wrench away from him but he tightened his grip on me. He leaned in and bit down on my shoulder hard. I yelped at the sudden and sharp pain that shot through my arm. He kissed my neck down to my collar bone.
Don’t fall for it! Resist, Piper!
My eyes closed as one of his hands reached under my sweatshirt, fondling my breasts. The other went down my pants alternating between rubbing my nub and my slit. I buried my head in his neck inhaling deeply. He smelled a bit of wood, herbs, and fruit. It was intoxicating.
Piper, he’s going to break your heart. Look at how he’s treating you! Don’t do this!
He took a finger and slid it in my pussy. He moved it in and out while using his thumb to rub my clit. I bit my lip and held onto him trying not to be loud. I’d never had anyone get me off in the middle of the morning in front of my apartment before. My panties were soaked with my juices, and I could feel all the muscles in my pussy clench and tighten up. I couldn’t possibly be orgasming already!
“Oh god, Bryce!”
“That’s it, Baby,” he muttered, moving his finger faster as I came on his hand.
He withdrew his finger once he was satisfied with his work.
“Is that an apology?” I asked.
“I don’t apologize for anything. That’s a taste of what you’ll get this weekend. Make sure you have a weekend bag packed. We leave right after work.”
“The fight…”
“Shush up,” he said, glowering at me.
“What?”
“Shush. I’ll have paperwork for you at the office. Get ready. I’ll see you at eight.”
“Paperwork? Weekend? What?”
Without answering a single question he sped away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk in utter confusion.
Chapter Fourteen
My knees shook, and my heart pounded as the elevator neared the top floor. The executives and tech floor. I gripped my bag tightly hoping that nobody would ask about it. I’d listened to Bryce and packed for warm weather. I wasn’t sure if I’d need a bathing suit but shoved one in just to be safe. The ding for my floor sent my nerves askew; the coffees in my hand nearly ended up on the floor.
“Good morning, Piper,” a husky voice called from behind me.
I closed my eyes slowly before turning around. “Good morning, Robby.”
“How are you?”
“I’m great. You?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s great. I’d love to stay and chat, but the boss has been on my ass to be on time.” I motioned toward Bryce’s door.
“On or in?” he asked coldly.
“I’m sorry, what?” I stopped mid-stride and turned toward the man.
“Everyone knows about the two of you. Fucking your way to the top. I thought you were better than that, Piper.”
“Fuck you, Robby. How dare you even think that! I can’t believe you would even begin to think I was that type of a person.”
He stood staring after me as I walked to my desk. I quickly tossed the bag under my desk before Alyssa saw it. I put her latte on her desk and flopped into my chair.
Is Bryce here yet? Of course he is. Where else would he be?
My stomach was a flutter as I grabbed his cup of not-from-the-kitchen-shit and prepared to enter his office.
“How was your night last night?” Alyssa’s high-pitched voice called from down the hallway.
I turned, my eyes wide, glancing around us. “Shh. Geez, Alyssa.”
“What?”
“I don’t want the entire office knowing my business that’s all,” I lied.
“Well how was it?”
“It was nice.”
“Who was it?” she asked.
“Huh? Who was who?” I furrowed my brows at her.
“The mystery man.”
“Oh, it was nobody you know,” I mumbled.
“Really? I thought it was Mr. O’Connell.”
“No, it wasn’t.” I stood there for a long moment before turning back to her. “Alyssa? Did you mention any of this to Robby?”
“No, why?”
“No reason. I’d better get in there with his lords coffee before he starts to have a tantrum,” I said, faking a smile.
I straightened my skirt and knocked on the door.
“Enter.”
“Your coffee,” I said, dropping the cup on his desk. A bit of the latte splashed out of the lid and onto Bryce’s papers.
“Come on, Piper.”
“Will there be anything else, sir.”
“Not right now.”
“Fine,” I replied coldly.
“Is your bag ready for this weekend?” he asked, still making notes on whatever he was working on.
“Yes. Are you planning on killing me and dumping my body?” I asked.
He dropped his pen and rubbed his temples. “You are so ridiculous.”
“I’m never ridiculous,” I mumbled.
“I’m not going to kill you, Piper. I just want to spend the weekend with you. If you want we can go back to how things were.”
I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. Anything was better than that. I left him in the office and returned to my desk.
“How is he today?” Alyssa asked as I sat down.
“Um, fine I guess.”
“He’s been different lately,” she said, staring at his door dreamily.
“How so?” I asked.
“He’s not as mean as he used to be. Rumor has it he has a new woman in his life.”
“Oh?” My eye brows raised while I pulled out a stack of reports to work on.
“Yeah. Word is he’s infatuated with this one. She’s not like the other girls he’s dated in the past.”
“Hopefully she’ll keep him off my back for a while,” I mumbled, trying to suppress the smile that wanted to break out.
“Do you know who she is? Is there a photo on his desk or anything?”
“Not that I’ve seen.”
“Has he brought her in to the office?”
“Nope. Nobody has been in that office but me.”
Not a complete lie. Nobody has been in the office but me.
“I wish I knew who this chick was.” She leaned up on her elbows and stared at the door with such fierce intent, her curly hair falling in her eyes.
“Why does it matter so much?”
“Because, I wanted him. I was going to make my move.” Her lips turned downward into a sultry pout. I never knew she was interested in Bryce. She never saw him besides in passing. She never even talked to him.
Why would Alyssa be interested in Bryce? It doesn’t make sense. They don’t make sense.
“The two of you don’t seem to have much in common.”
“Who needs something in common with him?” she asked. “He’s a gorgeous billionaire. You make things up to be with him.”
She’s a gold digging slut bag!
“I see,” I mumbled, scribbling on the paper I was working on.
“Wouldn’t you? I bet that’s what the girl did who’s with him now. I’m sure whatever is going on will be over soon.
Don’t count on it. I could feel the jealousy and anger bubble in my belly. I wasn’t sure if I was more upset with her or Bryce. I wanted to be with him more now just to prove her wrong. I wanted to let the entire world know now.
“Excuse me for a moment. I need to see Mr. O’Connell for a moment.”
“For what?” she asked.
“Need his approval on a few documents for a new acquisition in New York.”
“You’re so lucky to be his assistant,” she said dreamily.
“I guess.” I grabbed a piece of paper and jumped out of my seat.
Knocking briefly, I barged into Bryce’s office. He dropped his phone and stared at me bug eyed.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m on the phone. Can this wait?” he asked.
“No.”
“What do you want, Piper?”
“I’m sorry for being an asshole.”
He hung up the receiver and stared at me for a long while saying nothing.
“I’m sorry for not trusting you and questioning your motives.” I continued.
“Okay.”
“And I know we’ve only been dating for a short while, but I’ve known you for some time now.” I took a deep breath, trying to keep the vomit down. “I have very strong feelings for you.”
“I have feelings for you as well,” he said, folding his hands under his chin.
“You don’t understand, Bryce. My heart leaps to my throat every time you’re around and my stomach is in knots whenever I see you.”
Bryce leaned back in his luxurious, leather chair without saying a word. He pursed his lips, his eyes trained on me. I wished I’d never said a word to him. I should have let Alyssa ponder about his mystery woman in silence. I should have kept my mouth shut. He removed his tie and stood, approaching me with fire and passion in his eyes. My throat went dry and my heart fell to the floor.
I backed up until I fell onto the couch. Bryce licked his lips, twisting the tie in his hands until they turned purple.
What is he doing? Why does he look like that?
Before I knew what he would do he stood over top of me, grasping my wrists above my head. He tied them with the silk tie tightly and attached them to the window sill behind me. My breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath I took. Bryce reached down and slowly unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time. He traced his finger along the top of my soft, white bosom, bending down to kiss and nibble at them. I whimpered in pleasure as his other hand continued to unbutton my shirt letting my body free of its confines. My panties were wet with my juices. He yanked off my skirt, revealing the lacy, blue panties I’d worn for the day. His erection became more evident as he knelt in front me. He traced a finger under the seam and around my hips. Bryce ran his nose up my wet slit, inhaling deeply. A shudder ran through my body and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It drove me crazy that I couldn’t touch him, that he didn’t say a word to me.
He grabbed my hips and kissed around my navel. I tried to wiggle away. I tried to squirm, but he held tight. He nipped his way across my abdomen from one hipbone to the other. I moaned at the sensuous feeling. He ran his hands up my stomach to my breasts. Grabbing them, he rubbed them roughly, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My toes curled and I fought against the binding. I wanted the man kneeling in front of me. I blood boiled. The man drove me insane and he knew it. A smile played at his lips as he left little kisses along my body, moving his way up to my mouth. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed my throat. What he put me through was torturous. His delicious lips brushed mine, his tongue prying at them. I didn’t need much coaxing to allow him access to my mouth. He slid his hand between my thighs and pushed my panties to the side. He inhaled sharply as his fingers met with my extreme wetness. His eyes closed and bit his bottom lip as he let two of his fingers penetrate my most private of areas. My hips bucked under his touch. I wanted more than his fingers. I wanted that massive bulge in his pants.
He stood, unzipped his pants, and let the erection spring free. He grasped his penis, while standing in front of me, and stroked it. I watched in antagonized pleasure, chewing on my lip, wanting him. Needing him. My pussy ached for his cock.
He rubbed his dick along my wetness before thrusting it in. My eyes closed as my mouth opened in pure ecstasy. The agony of waiting heightened the sensation so much more. His cock felt so much better than I remembered. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded at my pussy. He leaned against the couch for leverage, nuzzling my neck, Bryce bit down on my shoulder. I yelped out, and he slapped the side of my ass. Hard. It was all such a new, erotic fucking that I all the awesome orgasm goodness I had in me explode at once. Bryce groaned as his cock throbbed inside me before he exploded and collapsed. We were both spent and exhausted.
It was only 8 am.
Chapter Fifteen
“Get dressed.”
“That’s the plan,” I said, buttoning my shirt.
“We still have a full day of work,” Bryce said, tossing the crumpled tie in his briefcase.
“Yes, I know this.”
“Good. Well, if that’s all.”
“Yeah.” I pulled my skirt on and hurried out the door.
I sighed with relief that Alyssa wasn’t at her desk. I sat my desk and turned on my computer. I pulled up the files I needed for Bryce’s meetings for the day and started tapping away when Robby came up to my desk.
“Hey, Piper.”
“Robby, what do you want?”
“What are you doing for lunch?” he asked, leaning against the mahogany wood.
I stopped typing and looked up at him. “Why do you want to know?”
“Maybe I want to ask you out?”
“Seriously, Robby?”
“Yes.”
“After what you fucking said to me? No. I’m not going to lunch with you.”
“Oh come on. It’ll be fun,” he said, trailing a cold finger down arm.
I smacked his hand away and stood up, knocking my chair over. “Don’t touch me. Don’t think you can ever touch me. I told you no. I mean it. No, Robby. I don’t want to fucking have lunch with you.”
“Why? You can fuck O’Connell and not me? What makes him so fucking special?” he asked.
“How dare you! How dare you speak to me like that? Who do you think you are? Get away from me! Go, you shriveled up little dick!”
Bryce’s door flew open and there he stood in all his gorgeous, glorious fury. He glared from Robby to me. His face seemed to soften just a tad when he saw my glassy eyes and tears streaming down my face.
“What. The. Fuck. Is going on out here!”
“Absolutely nothing, Sir. Just a misunderstanding,” Robby said, putting on his best smile.
“A misunderstanding? Then tell me why my assistant is crying and her chair is knocked over?”
“Women. Who knows.”
“Who knows? You sleazy little weasel!” I launched myself over the desk, reaching for his neck.
Bryce reached out and grasped me around the waist pulling me back. “I suggest you go back to whatever part of the building you belong to. Now.”
“Uh, sure. Absolutely. I’ll see you later, Piper,” Robby said, smiling at me.
“No, you won’t. I suggest you stay away from Piper. Far away.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m your boss. I can do whatever I please.”
“Fuck off, Robby!” I shouted.
Alyssa rounded the corner with our lunches and stopped, staring at the debacle in front of her. She stared wide-eyed at the two men then at me kicking and screaming in Bryce’s arMiss
“She’s the one who’s the office slut. Not my fault for assuming I could get a piece of that ass during lunch.” Robby shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the wall.
“What?” I asked, clawing at Bryce trying to get loose. I wanted to strangle Robby.
“I’m sorry but what did you call her?”
“Office. Slut.”
Bryce closed his eyes slowly and pursed his lips into a thin line. The veins in his neck bulged and his face turned red. I felt the muscles under his suit jacket flex and tighten even more around me.
“Piper, get in my office. You, with the bag, call security. Now!”
“Uh, yes, of course sir,” Alyssa mumbled, shuffling to her desk.
“What are you going to do?” Robby tried to sound tough. He tried to act like he didn’t care, but you could see him sweating under the collar and I was glad.
“I could hurt you. I could use your face as a punching bag, but I think I’ll do something worse. I’ll do something that will hurt you for a long time. You’re fired, and you’re being escorted out, rather roughly, by security.”
“You can’t.”
“Again you don’t understand. I’m Bryce Fucking O’Connell. I own the company. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and right now I want to fucking fire you. So I am.”
I sat on the other side of the door trying to stop the tears. A thud against the door startled me from my spot. I jumped and scurried back. I crawled back to the door and pressed my ear to it. Closing my eyes, I strained to hear everything that was going on. Alyssa gasped loudly. Maybe it was a yell. Bryce’s doors were thick. I heard voices shouting at one another.
Did someone yell my name? Why are they yelling my name? Is it Robby? He’s probably calling me the office slut again. Stupid bastard.
The door to the office opened, pushing me back. Bryce peered around the corner at me confused. “Care to explain?”
“He’s an asshole who thought he could fuck me.”
“Why is that?”
“There is a rumor going around that you and I are fucking,” I said.
“Is there?” Bryce asked, walking to his desk.
“Yes.”
“How did that get started?”
“How am I supposed to know?” I asked.
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”
“What happened with him?”
“You didn’t hear it all?” he asked.
“Your doors are really thick,” I said.
