Page 10 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“Thank you for this. You don’t feel well? I asked, remembering how a member of her team she was very close with had been out most of last week. They were sharing germs, which was discouraged by strict sick-day policies, but inevitable.

“Yeah, I think I caught Godwin’s bronchitis. I need to make an appointment at the clinic.” She sniffled and shook her head, and I sank into my desk chair.

“Take the rest of the week off. It’ll give me time to go over this.” I picked up the top file and saw the name Assure scrawled on the top in some fancy font. Probably the final style decisions from the design team.

“Thank you, sir.” Amelia turned to head toward the door, and I watched her hips sway. I had a bad habit of allowing myself to do that now, ever since that night. And a random thought popped into my head about her, about how calm and collected she was since we screwed in my back seat. She hadn’t been awkward or flirty, hadn’t brought it up with me. She was professional and did her job, exactly the way I would expect her to be.

“Amelia?” I called, and she stopped and turned toward me.

“Yes sir?” Her eyebrows were high, but her demeanor was professional. I almost felt bad preparing to make this personal.

“Have you told anyone…about that night?” I studied her carefully, watched as her tongue flicked over her lip, and she shook her head.

“Of course not, sir. You asked me to keep it private and I have.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down, avoiding my gaze. The cheeky minx who threw herself at me in that car hid below the surface, though the tint in her cheeks betrayed her. She was flustered.

“Have you thought about it?” I asked, sitting forward in my seat.

“Absolutely not,” she said. Her head popped back up, face determined. “I’d never breach your trust.” I admired her fire.

“I mean, have you thought about what we did?” I asked again, this time with clarification. She wrung her hands and then crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, but she wasn’t defying me. She was wrestling internally, the same way I had been for almost two weeks now.

“Of course I have.” Simple and honest. I liked that.

“Have you thought about doing it again?” I was pushing the limit. At any point I could back off and pretend this conversation hadn’t happened, but I didn’t want to. Seeing her squirm, her cheeks grow darker, her eyes cloud over with lust—it excited me. The whole atmosphere of my office shifted, felt more like the back seat of my car again, supercharged with attraction and chemistry.

“Yes, sir, I have.” Her shoulders tensed, her toes turning inward. I saw the way she chewed the inside of her lip as if I couldn’t see her doing it. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d have sworn she would have done just about anything I asked right then and there—and not because I was her boss.

“That’s all, Amelia. You may go.”

She nodded, turning on her heel and walking out the door quickly, and I sat back in my chair reveling in the sensation of excitement and arousal pulsing through my body. We weren’t that different, me and Amelia. Flings like that weren’t abnormal; people had them all the time. And with her ability to keep quiet and stay emotionally level, she was the exact sort of woman who could handle a no-strings-attached sort of relationship.

Plus, her generation was light years ahead of mine when it came to sexual freedom and maturity. She probably had NSA sex with other men before, though what I was thinking of wouldn’tbe off tap. There would be rules for it—if I could convince her it was a good idea. If…

But I walked a fine line. If I presented the idea and it didn’t land well, I’d have a sexual harassment lawsuit on my hands. It was touchy, but I might just be willing to take the risk if it meant having what I craved—a sexual partner who could help take care of my growing needs while remaining emotionally aloof and relaxed. Amelia might just be what the doctor ordered.

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