Page 12 of Her Boss

But I’d be damned if I was going to tell her that. Because she needed to learn.

The hard way.

I pointed at the desk. “Bend over the front of that.”

“W-what?”

“Do you have trouble hearing me?” I stood close to her, towering over her petite, and now clearly quivering, form. “Over the desk. Cheek to the desktop. And wait.”

Be careful, Rick. This is Chester’s niece here.

But it wasn’t going to stop me. Not in the least. I needed to test her, to see what she’d accept.

I waited patiently for Geneva to either comply or flee the room. If she did the latter, we both knew her internship would be over.

For a moment, I considered the possibility that I’d pushed her too far, that she would indeed balk and take flight out of there.

Then, her intake of breath panicked and shallow, she advanced to the desk and laid herself down upon it. She was wearing the same navy blouse with the diamond-shaped cut-out over the chest that hinted at her cleavage. But I wouldn’t be afforded a view of that in her current predicament.

I would, however, take consolation in the mouthwatering sight of her black skirt stretched tight over a surprisingly broad, heart-shaped bottom instead.

My God, she’s going to wish she hadn’t been born with that gorgeous ass when I’m done with it this afternoon.

Even better, I’d noted her nipples while I was scolding her. Either she’d decided to go sans bra, or she was so turned on by my verbal dressing down of her that her steel-hard nipples were visible even through the fabric of a bra. I’d question her about that in due time.

First, there were other pressing questions that needed answering.

Let’s see where this goes.

It was then that I realized our interaction, and my treatment of her, had taken on a whiff of a paternal feel. It wasn’t blatant, but it was there.

Whatever one wanted to call it, there was indeed a subtle, but very real, sexual buzz in the office.

Perhaps it was my imagination—we’d find out soon enough either way—but if I were a betting man, I’d have placed good money that some of what had just transpired comported at least roughly with one or more things the young woman fantasized about. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen such a thing, but I hadn’t expected to observe it in someone like Geneva.

Her body’s reaction would help confirm or refute my little supposition.

Which filled me with both eagerness and a twisted, dark-hearted anticipation for what was going to come next.

What surprised me even more though was my own reaction. I’d never have thought I’d be into such a thing, but judging by the aching hardness of my cock, I’d been dead wrong about that, too.

I wanted to push her still further though. Much as Brooke had apparently told the headstrong girl, I too needed to see exactly what I was working with.

For an entirely different reason.

I wasn’t doing it solely out of prurience though. I really did need to determine what the girl was made of. If she would actually be a good fit working for me.

It wasn’t as if this would be the last time she’d be compelled to surrender her body in some way or another, as long as she was my employee. I’d rather figure out if she was into it, or completely wrong for it right up front though.

Chances were greater than zero that she’d stomp out and go tell Chester I was a controlling asshole—which her uncle already knew. If that were to happen, she’d actually be helping me, in a way. It would finally give me the cover to just say she was a troublemaker and wasn’t going to work out. Which wouldn’t be a lie, either.

Really, I had nothing to lose. I stood there in silence, watching her, and shockingly though she was clearly very embarrassed, she finally bent herself over my desk.

I strolled around the desk a couple of times just taking her in, focusing on the incredible sight of her ass. She was gorgeous. The skirt she was wearing was black and tight, clearly intended to show off her body.

And what a body it was.

It was actually an interesting contrast with the almost staid top she’d chosen, which was anything but scandalous. More than that, I was pleased at the breadth and roundness of her hips, the generous, soft curves of her ass. That was a part of a woman’s body that I could scarcely resist.

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