Page 8 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

“Mr. Slade … I need … I’m taking a break.”

He didn’t speak or move. Her hands started to tremble uncontrollably as she turned and took a few more steps. Morgan gave him one more look before ungracefully heading out the door. Her breathing was ragged as she stopped in the hallway. She put a hand on the wall to steady herself.

What just happened?Moments ago, she was fantasizing about her new boss and now she felt like she was in an erotic story. Her body shook slightly and she started to head to her tiny office but soon thought better of it. Morgan unsteadily made her way to the women’s restroom.

Thankfully, it was empty. She made her way to the first stall and quickly shut the door behind herself. Morgan sat down, trying to slow her breathing and quiet her nerves.

“Okay … okay. Relax. Let’s just think about this for a minute.”

She took hold of her long hair, twisting it nervously, as she thought about her current situation. She could march in there and tell Mr. Slade that he was being inappropriate and being an asshole. She would surely then be done here.

Maybe she should just ignore it. Go back to work and pretend he had never said it. She could pray desperately that he would just let it go. Something about that option had misery filling her chest. Why did the thought of him just dropping it make her heart hurt? Was she just desperate for male attention or was there really something between them?

A tear of frustration rolled down her cheek as her breathing finally started to even out. She was only here for a couple of weeks. Could she play this game? Did she want to be the boss’s office slut?Yes.Morgan was almost afraid of how quickly that answer surfaced.

What’s the harm? I’m single, he’s single. I need this, don’t I?Was she just being a naïve, wanton whore, or a playful, sexual woman? She couldn’t deny that when he had spoken to her like that, strong and naughty, that excitement and sexual need had filled her.

As she thought about him, her clit started to pulse harder. Morgan slowly moved a hand up and pressed down on her cum button through her clothes. Just that small touch had tingles running through her pussy.

“Fuck me.”

Chapter Eight

Connor folded his arms over his chest, listening. He could hear Ms. White in the hallway, just outside his office. She seemed to be clumsily trying to figure out where she wanted to go.That confusion is not just in body but in her mind as well. She’s not sure about herself.

He worried that he had made his move too soon. The last thing he wanted to do was scare away a prize such as Morgan White. She was timid, but he could see the sassy woman lurking just underneath. She was beautiful, but Connor could tell by her body language that she didn’t believe that about herself.

Babe, I can make you feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Just give in to what I know you want.

In the small space between the blinds on his office window and the doorway, he saw her light gray skirt move past, away from her office. Connor unfolded his arms and walked away from his desk. He had the strong urge to follow her and force his will on her. He wouldn’t, though. She needed to decide to give in.

He felt restless, much worse than he had ever felt before. Connor started to pace back and forth in front of his desk, trying to rid himself of some tension. He knew that it would do very little. He exhaled roughly and then rubbed his face with his right hand.

Finally, he stopped in front of his large window overlooking the office courtyard. He looked down the short distance to a park bench. He watched a small bluebird hopping its way along it. Morgan was that bird, deciding whether to fly or stay put. The bird called out a high pitched tweet and hopped along the bench further.

If she says no, I have to control my response. I need to keep it together.Mr. Slade repeated his instructions to himself as he watched the bluebird fly away.

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Morgan took a deep breath outside Mr. Slade’s door, wringing her hands together. For once, she wasn’t going to be the shy, scared girl waiting. She was going to be the sex kitten that would let her body make her decisions. What could go wrong?Everything.

She hesitated with her hand on the doorknob for a minute. Should she knock or simply enter? She decided the latter. Morgan timidly opened the door, stopping with only her head inside to find out where Mr. Slade was.

She soon found him. He was at his desk. Morgan made a soft coughing sound, announcing her presence. Mr. Slade lifted his stare from his work and it trained on her immediately. Morgan actually gasped as she watched his green eyes flash. He looked at her like she was the most important person at the moment. Maybe she was.

“Sir, may I come in?”

Mr. Slade didn’t speak. He set down the pen he had been using and gestured for her to enter. His seemingly nonchalant attitude was calming her further. Morgan tried not to let her nervousness show as she entered the room, closing the door. She made her way back to the chair she had been in before and cleared her throat.

“All right, sir.”

He eyed her for a moment before tenting his fingers on his desk. “All right what?”

She felt embarrassed as she studied his fingers. She wanted them on her. “All right, I want to do what it takes to stay.”

Mr. Slade’s eyes seemed to dance. That small reaction alone had her confidence rising. She did want this no matter what the “normal” world would think of her.

“Ms. White, I’ll ask again. Have you ever been spanked?”

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