Page 11 of Hot For Her Assistant

I regain control of the conversation. "Listen, Chanel, this entire debacle happened because you answered that you didn't have any issues with clowns before I submitted your information to the casting director. You made me fire Tyler and turned poor Anderson into a drug mule."

"That's exactly what I was, and that's exactly what I'm going to tell the police. Has anyone called them yet?" Anderson adds with a nod.

Tyler shakes his head from side to side and Chanel turns away, her gaze shifting to the ground.

She sighs and turns to me. "Listen, Natalie. I think it's time we rethink our relationship."

"You're right, Miss Bell. Give me until the end of the day and I'll forward you and your attorneys a certified letter outlining the dissolution of our business arrangement. Thank you for allowingme to represent you this long and I wish you the best in your future endeavors." The words leave my mouth effortlessly.

Chanel's in a state of disbelief, her mouth agape but unable to speak. She mumbles something under her breath before storming out of the office. Once she's out of sight, Anderson is the first to break into hysterical laughter.

I find myself joining him, with Tyler shaking his head with laughter as well. Anderson continues to laugh but shifts his gaze between the two of us. He wags his finger back and forth in the empty space.

"Talk to me about this. What's happening? Last night you were ready to have him locked up, and now, we're all chummy again." Anderson raises an eyebrow.

I shrug. "Tyler's no longer my management assistant. But, he's turned into something a bit more than I bargained for."

"Interesting." Anderson laughs. "Well, if I'm no longer needed to hold down the fort, I have some stops to make and magical fungi to procure. Would you two like me to grab anything for you while I'm shopping with Rodney?"

Tyler nods. "Yeah, give me whatever you gave Chanel and whatever you gave Natalie last night."

"Same," I tell Anderson as he walks out of the office, leaving me alone with Tyler.

Tyler approaches my desk, running a finger along the edge. Every step he takes closer to me makes me want to back up until I hit the bathroom door. The smile spreading across his face is seductive, full of mischief.

"No. It's literally the middle of the morning. Anyone can walk by and see us," I warn him.

Tyler puts one hand above me and the other behind me, turning the knob of the bathroom door for us to step inside. He doesn't care if anyone comes in. He doesn't care if I tell him no. Why does that turn me on?

As soon as we're inside the bathroom, I'm still moving my head from side to side. "Tyler, don't. If someone comes in here?—"

He cuts me off with a devilish grin. "They'll hear the sweetest sounds of you moaning my name."

Before I can refuse again, Tyler grabs me by the arms and spins me to grip the pedestal sink. The angle of the mirror gives us the perfect view of him undoing my pants, pulling out his cock, and pulling my panties out of the way. The bulge and pressure of him pressing the head of his cock inside of me has me closing my eyes, settling in to give Tyler what we both want.

Domination. He owns my body, my climax. My reaction to him is unstoppable as my walls moisten with every stroke of his erection. He pulls in and out of me, grabbing a fistful of my hair to yank my head back, giving me the perfect view as he fucks me from behind.

My cries of pleasure and orgasmic bliss are hard to control. I don't want anyone to hear us, but as I fall deeper into this moment, there's nothing that can be done to stop it. I don't want it to stop. The smooth glide of his cock inside of me brings me to heights of pleasure I'm desperate to feel over and over again.

When Tyler stops, my eyes glance at him through the mirror. The smile as he grips my ass, spreading the cheeks apart to slip his thumb inside makes me relax. Another orgasm crashes over me as he quickens his pace.

"Fuck," he inhales his words through clenching teeth, pushing his thrusts in and out of me, harder, deeper. The sounds of our bodies coming together echo around the bathroom. When he slaps my ass with his free hand, pounding into me with his thick cock, I come all over him.

It only takes a few more brash strokes of Tyler's sexual dominance to bring him to his climax, spilling every ounce of himself inside of me. He leans forward, his erection softening ashe moves my hair to one side, kissing the side of my mouth. He reaches around to rub my clit, moaning against my ear.

"Look how wet you get for me. I could fuck you all day." He moans and I melt.

"We're seriously fucked." I laugh, leaning back into him. "We can't stay in here."

"We can, but you're right. I have to start job hunting."

I feel like shit as we put ourselves back together. "You don't have to stay fired. You can work with me for as long as you need until you find something else."

He laughs as we head back into the thankfully empty office. "Thank you, Natalie. Again, I think you were right about this not being the best career option for me. As a matter of fact, I don't think I want to manage humans at all. I don't care enough about making someone I'm not fucking happy."

"What about making the person youare fucking, happy?" I ask him.

He sighs. "I'll stay if you need me, but I really don't think you do."

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