Page 4 of Chosen By Love

“It is for me but not for you... ” Rebecca blushes, and I continue, “I want you to eat, drink, and drink some more.” I hoped that my assistant would follow my suggestion. I would love to see her let loose—just once.

“I don’t know Mr. Collins,” she admitted, “I’m not a big drinker, and I don’t want to make a fool of myself,” Rebecca let out a shaky laugh.

“I won’t let you,” I promised. “So have fun, bosses orders.”

Damn if I didn’t want to strip my assistant. I wondered what color underwear she had on, or if she had any on at all.

“You look beautiful. I hope you will save me a dance later,” I said, my eyes taking in the rounded neckline of her dress. Her voluptuous breasts displayed a plush cleavage. Rebecca’s dark brown eyes enlarged even further when our glances met again. My cock grew harder when the tip of her pink tongue swiped against her glossed lips.

Shit, I would scare Rebecca away if she had any idea what she did to me. She’s seduction personified. I grimace inwardly as my erection stretched uncomfortably against my zippered slacks.

“Since it’s bosses orders, I will do as ordered.” I noticed a look of shyness enter her eyes as she looked down at her feet. “People have started arriving, so I’ll talk with you later,” I said before taking Rebecca’s hand in mine to give it an assuring squeeze before walking away.

Damn, I’m going to be balls deep in her pussy if that’s the last thing I do,I told myself as I made my way across the room to network.

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Rebecca

Oh my God! What was wrong with me?I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror. I almost came from gazing into my boss’s charismatic green eyes.

I splash cool water against my flushed cheeks. Thank God I was as dark as I was or Brett would have known that I was blushing.

“Hey Rebecca,” a coworker greeted me, walking out of the bathroom stall.

“Hi Macy, how have you been?”

“We are busy as ever in the accounting department. How are you?”

“I’m great. Thanks for asking.”

“You know all the single women at work are jealous of you, right?”

“Jealous of me, why?” I asked in surprise.

“You get to work directly under Brett Collins. You hold the coveted assistant position. A lot of those women would kill to be able to see him every day. Not me though—I’m happily married,” she laughed and held up her hand to display her wedding band set.

“Oh! I do realize how lucky I am to be employed at Collins Corporation as Mr. Collins’ assistant. He’s been nothing but fair in the years I’ve been working for him. No one has any reason to be jealous of me. I just come in, do my job, and go home. Nothing more.”

“If there was more, it’s nobody’s business but yours. Let’s go get a drink and mingle. I’m sure dinner will be served soon,” Macy suggested, and I followed her out the bathroom, after she refreshed her lipstick.

The night was winding down by the time my boss found me again. I was sipping on my fourth martini of the night, and I was feeling every bit of the alcoholic beverage.

“Are you ready for our dance?” The rich baritone of his voice settled over me in a warm and fuzzy way.

“Yes, Mr. Collins,” I replied, softly setting my glass on the bar.

“We are not at the office. Brett will do for now,” he instructed me.

“Okay, Brett,” I said, placing my hand in his as he led me to the dance floor.

I felt like I was in a dream when he took me into his arms. For a moment, I closed my eyes and relished in the sexy woodsy scent of his cologne.

Brett and my body moved at harmony with the music. His arms at first were held loosely around my waist but now they tightened, bringing our bodies completely together. My heart beat rapidly against my chest, and my nipples budded to twin peaks beneath my dress. I took in a shuddering breath in embarrassment. I’m sure Brett could feel the hardness of my nipples, even through his suit jacket.

One slow song ended and another began. Every moment, every twist and turn of our bodies brought us intimately together as if we were familiar lovers. My panties became saturated with the desire Brett’s body, his smell, was causing inside of me. This can’t be. He’s my boss for Christ sakes. Nothing would make me step from his arms, not even if I would regret it in the morning. I had my earlier drinks to thank for the liquid courage.

“Rebecca,” Brett’s gruff voice whispered near my ear. I shuddered once again. “I’ve already networked enough for tonight. Would you like to get out of here?”

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