Page 6 of Donut Overthink It

“Oh, Millie, you’re a lifesaver,” she says, wearing that big smile on her face.

And then as if she feels my eyes on her, she turns her head to the left, and her eyes meet mine. That big smile drops off her face, her beautiful blue eyes narrow, and she straightens herself. My eyes sweep over the way her skirt hugs her round ass and thin waist. She now wears a pair of black pumps with a silver heel, and I have images of that being the only thing she wears while she bends over my desk.

“Aiden?” I hear my brother’s voice on the other end, but I ignore it, continuing to look at her shamelessly.

“Here you go,” Millie says, holding up what she had asked for.

She finally pulls her eyes away from me and gives her a warm smile like they’re best fucking friends. “Thank you.” And then she turns, giving me her back, and walks off, shaking her ass back and forth before slamming her office door shut.

Fuck, I’ve got to find a way to wipe that bitch look off her face.

“Aiden?” my brother snaps again.

“I’ll be there in thirty,” I growl, and then hang up the phone just as the elevator doors slide open. I pocket my cell and get in, knowing that when I get back, she better be ready—I’m gonna chew her ass off ’cause I know she won’t have those papers done in time. It’s impossible.

I know I’m a prick. You don’t go through as many employees as I have ’cause you’re a nice guy. I’m strict, and I like things in order. People are sloppy and only do shit when it is convenient for them, but she’s different. She’s a great secretary, always doing what I demand of her, but her downfall is her looks. I know that isn’t her fault, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I’ve had a hard-on for her since the first day I saw her.

I storm out of my office and up to Millie’s desk. Slamming the papers down on the black wood, I demand, “What happened to Marcy? She isn’t answering my phone calls.”

She looks up at me, straightening her oversized red-rimmed glasses but still squints. I swear she’s as blind as a bat. The woman is in her fifties, and sometimes also hard of hearing. “She quit …”

“When?” I snap.

“Last week.”

How did I miss that? It’s Wednesday.

I run a hand through my hair and let out a long breath. “Well, get me a replacement …”

“I have, sir. The agency has sent someone new. Hadley Burns. She arrived today.” She smiles, nodding her head to me as if convincing me this one will be any different. Doubtful. “She’s in her office …”

Finished with this conversation, I pick up my papers and head toward the end of the hall where I know Marcy had been previously.

I shove the door open without even knocking, and a petite blonde stands with her back to me, bent over her desk.

“Shit!” she hisses to herself, unaware that I just entered the office.

I open my mouth to say something but stop myself when she bends over even further, pressing her ass out, and my brows rise.

She starts yanking Kleenex out of a box in front of her and then begins to pat down her desk. “So stupid …”

I look down at her black high heels that are a little too tall for the office. They look like the kind I’d have a woman wear to bed for me. Heels tall enough for me to wrap my fists around as I hold them above her head. My eyes run up her thin legs to her round ass. The dark gray dress has a small slit up the back—very professional—but I hate that it hides so much from me. The room smells of cherries, and it has me taking a deep breath.

“What was I thinking …?” She continues to chastise herself as my eyes refuse to look away from her ass.

My cock hardens when her ass shakes back and forth, and I adjust my slacks. I clear my throat, unable to stand here and watch her bend over in front of me anymore.

She stands upright and spins around. Beautiful blue eyes as big as saucers meet mine. Pretty plump lips painted dark pink part. “I’m sorry …”

My cock presses against my suddenly tight slacks.

“Mr. Kyle,” I inform her.

She clears her throat, and her eyes dart to her door behind me. “Mr. Kyle … I’m so sorry,” she says in a rush. “I spilled my coffee everywhere …” She gestures down at the top of her dress, and the gray material is even darker due to the liquid covering it. She starts to wipe it frantically, and my already hard cock throbs when I notice just how big her tits are under the material. It’s not low cut by any means, but nothing can hide those monsters. I’ve always been a breast man, and dear God, hers look the perfect size.

“Miss Burns!” I snap when she continues to rub her tits with the napkin.

“I apologize.”

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