The Assistant (7 page)

“Lina?”  Aiden prompted.  He was giving me
a serious look and he had stopped moving.  For a moment I was tempted to tell
him the truth but Tracy was right – men didn’t like the idea that a woman
couldn’t orgasm from their cocks alone – and the thought of disappointing Aiden
worried me.  After nearly three years with Kent I was an expert at faking
orgasms, Aiden would never know.

I gave him what I hoped was a seductive
smile and cooed lightly, “Of course.  Why are you stopping?  I was so close.”

I lifted my head and licked his neck with
my warm tongue before pushing my hips against him.  “Keep going.  Please.”

His hand gripped the back of my neck and he
pulled my head back, his fingers tangling tightly in my hair as he stared at
me.  “I don’t like it when you lie to me, Lina.”

“I’m not lying,” I whispered.

He studied me carefully and I breathed a
sigh of relief when he started to move again.  His hand cupped my breast and I
arched my back before closing my eyes. 

“Oh,” I moaned loudly.  “That feels so
good, Aiden.  I’m so close, I’m so – “

I gripped his arms, digging my nails into
his biceps as I arched my back, and made a loud, drawn out cry of pleasure.  I
squeezed him tightly with my pussy and shivered wildly before collapsing
against the mattress.

“So good,” I moaned again.

When there was no reply, I opened my eyes
and stared up at Aiden.

“That was quite the performance, princess,”
he said dryly.

My face burned dully.  “I’m sorry.  I can’t
orgasm this way.  It’s not your fault though, it’s all me.  Please don’t stop. 
It feels really good.  I just – I’m not normal but I like the way it feels and
I don’t want you to stop fucking me, okay?”

“Christ,” he said, “I swear I really am
going to find that fucking asshole and beat the shit out of him.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”  He
was still hard and throbbing within me but I was mesmerized by the look of
anger in his eyes.

“I don’t ever want you faking an orgasm
with me again.  Do you understand, Lina?”

“Yes,” I whispered again.

“I don’t care how you come, only that you
come.  Is that clear?”

I nodded and he brushed his lips against
mine.  “I’ll spank you for every orgasm you fake, princess.”

My pussy clenched helplessly around him at the
thought and he made a harsh groan before grinning at me.  “Fuck, I’m tempted to
spank you right now.”

“Aiden,” I moaned.

“Next time,” he said and propped himself
above me on his hands before beginning a smooth slide and retreat motion.

It really did feel amazing and I moaned
encouragingly as I clutched at his waist.  He took my right hand and guided it
between us.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.  “I don’t
want to see you move your hand from that sweet, wet pussy of yours until you
actually come.  Understand?”

I nodded and slid my fingers between my wet
lips and rubbed eagerly at my swollen, slippery clit.  I moaned loudly as
pleasure exploded in my belly and stroked my clit harder and faster.  I pulled
lightly on it and jerked against Aiden as I nearly came.

“Oh God!”  I groaned as I resumed circling
my clit with the tips of my fingers. “I’m going to come, Aiden.  I can’t – I
can’t…”

“Don’t hold back, Lina,” he panted.  He was
driving into me now, sweat dripping down his chest as the light from the fire
danced across his face.  “I want to feel you come while I’m fucking you.”

I cried out at his words, arching my back
as my nipples tightened into hard buds and my climax roared through me like a
freight train.  I shook wildly under him, one hand digging into his waist and
the other rubbing furiously at my clit, as he thrust deeply.  He tried to
retreat and my pussy clamped down around him like a vise, holding him firmly
inside of me. 

“Fuck!”  He shouted harshly, his back
arching and the cords standing out in his neck as he climaxed.  I could feel
him pulsing inside of me and warmth coated my insides as my pussy eagerly
milked his cock for every last drop.

He shouted again, his entire body shaking,
before he collapsed against my soft body.  I rubbed his slick back, feeling the
muscles trembling under my touch, and kissed the side of his neck.  He twitched
and then slid from my body to his side of the bed.

“Holy shit,” he muttered before turning and
rolling me to my side.  He drew up the covers and spooned me snugly, cupping my
large breast and kissing the back of my shoulder before resting his head on the
pillow next to mine.

“Go to sleep, Lina,” he commanded softly.

Barely able to keep my eyelids open, I
pushed my ass more firmly into him and nodded.  “Night, Aiden.”

“Good night, Lina.”

“Wake up, Ms. Jones.”  A hard hand shook me
from my slumber and I sat up, clutching the covers to my naked chest and
blinking blearily at Aiden.

“What?  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  But we should get going.  It’s
stopped snowing and Joe has already plowed the driveway and enough of the side
road to get us back to the main road.  It’s not snowing now but it’s supposed
to start up again and unless you want to be trapped here for another night, I
suggest you get dressed quickly.”

I nodded and pushed my hair back from my
face.  “What time is it?”

“Just after eight.”  He stood and walked
outside, letting in a blast of cold air and a bright ray of sunlight, before
slamming the door behind him.

There was a soft woof and then King was
enthusiastically licking my face.  I pushed him away gently before scratching
his massive chest.

“At least you still like me this morning,”
I sighed before grabbing my clothes and scurrying naked to the bathroom.

* * *

I stared blankly out the window of the SUV. 
We were nearly to my house and the car was so thick with tension that I felt
physically ill from it.  Aiden had withdrawn completely and I could hardly
breathe from the feelings of regret and shame.  What had I been thinking?  That
I would wake up this morning and Aiden would be exactly like he was last
night?  I wasn’t good in bed, I knew I wasn’t, but I had still gone ahead and
fucked him because I was a desperate and horny pathetic mess.  Aiden had
temporarily lost his mind last night or else he’d been just horny enough to
fuck whoever was willing to part her legs for him, no matter how much she
sucked in the sack.

“Lina, we need to talk,” Aiden said
quietly.

I groaned to myself.  We were pulling into
my driveway and I had actually hoped that I could just say my goodbye and get
the hell out of Dodge.

“Ok.”  I continued to stare out the window
as he put the vehicle in park.

“What happened last night was a mistake. 
You’re my employee and I should have never engaged in sexual activities with
you.”

I winced at the coldness of his description
before nodding.  “Yes, you’re right.”

“It’s not just that I’m your boss,” he
continued.  “I’m not interested in a relationship and you don’t strike me as
the type of woman who would be happy with an occasional roll in the hay.”

“You’re right,” I said again.

He sighed.  “Lina, look at me, please.”

Steeling myself, I turned to face him.  “I
know it was a mistake and I’m not going to – to freak out or start stalking you
or anything like that.  And I’m not going to quit my job again, at least not
over this.  Your inability to not be an asshat, however…”

He didn’t smile at my small joke and I
sighed in defeat.  “It’s fine, Mr. Wright.  I understand, really.”

“I’m sorry, Lina.  I’m being a real
shithead, I know, but I think it’s better if you hear the truth.  Obviously I’m
attracted to you, have been for three years, and I got caught up in the moment.
 I feel terrible that I did this to you.  I don’t do relationships, and I
certainly don’t do relationships with my employees.”

“Fair enough.  Thanks for being honest with
me.”  I reached for the door handle, stiffening when he reached out and caught
my arm.

“What’s happening right now has nothing to
do with the actual sex.  You know that, right?  The sex was amazing and I
enjoyed it very much.”

“I know,” I lied brightly.  “I should get
going.  I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Wright.”

“Lina, I mean it.  You’re not awful in bed
like your asshole of an ex-boyfriend tried to convince you that you were.”

I shrugged carelessly.  “You shared my bed
for one night - he shared it for nearly four years.  I think he’s probably
better qualified to make that call.”

“Lina,” he gave me an exasperated look,
“this has nothing to do with your abilities in bed.  I don’t – “

“It’s fine.”  I tugged my arm free.  “It’s
not that big of a deal anyway.  We’re going back to the way things were,
remember?”

He sighed in frustration but I had already
opened the door and slid out.  “Good bye, Mr. Wright.  Thanks for the weekend
away – it was uh, really nice.  I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.”

I shut the door before he could reply and
scurried into my house.  I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it as
the hot tears leaked down my face.  My humiliation was like a living, pulsing
thing inside me and I covered my face with my hands.  I knew, despite what
Aiden had tried to say otherwise, that my chubby body, my inability to even
orgasm without it being a whole goddamn production, and my pathetic sex skills
in general were the real reasons for his rejection.  I wanted nothing more than
to curl up into my bed and never leave it but I already looked like a pathetic
mess to Aiden.  I would scoop up the little bit of pride I had left and do my
job like a goddamn professional. 

* * *

“Excuse me?”

I looked up from my computer screen and
gave the tall, blond man standing in front of me a friendly smile.  “Hello.”

“Hi, my name is Jamie Parker, I’m the new –
“

“CFO,” I finished.  “It’s nice to meet you,
Mr. Parker.”

He gave me a surprised look.  “How did you
know that?”

I laughed.  “I’m Mr. Wright’s assistant.  It’s
my job to know everything that’s happening in the office.”

He grinned and leaned one narrow hip
against my desk before folding his arms across his broad chest.  He glanced quickly
at my breasts before giving me another easy grin.  “Impressive.  Tell me Ms. - “

“Jones.  Lina Jones.”

“Lina.  You have a beautiful name, Lina.”

“Thank you.”  I could feel a smile crossing
my face as he held out his hand and I shook it firmly.

“So tell me, Lina, what else do you know
about me?”

“Let’s see,” I ticked off each point on my
fingers, “you come to us from a large public accounting firm.  You were the
youngest person in the history of the company to make partner, you’re an avid
skier and you play guitar.”

He gave me an admiring look.  “Impressive. 
How did you know all of that?”

I shrugged.  “Mr. Wright had me do some
research before we hired you.  It wasn’t hard to find the article about you
donating your time to helping disabled children learn to ski.”

“And the guitar playing?”

I pointed to his left hand.  “Calluses on
the tips of your fingers.  Dead giveaway.”

He laughed loudly.  “Very clever, Lina.”

“Thank you.”  I gave him a modest smile and
he laughed again before leaning closer.

“So, does this mean I need to come to you
for the office dirt?”

I shook my head.  “Nope.  I never reveal
office secrets, Mr. Parker.”

“Call me Jamie.”

“Jamie.”  I smiled at him before standing
and smoothing down my skirt.  “I know you have an appointment with Mr. Wright
but he’s just finishing up a phone call.  Can I grab you a cup of coffee?”

He shook his head.  “I’m perfectly capable
of getting my own cup of coffee.”

“I don’t mind.  I usually get Mr. Wright’s
coffee for him.”

“Really?  You know, the guy doesn’t look
seventy years old.”

I snorted soft laughter as I picked up my
coffee mug and Mr. Wright’s.  “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

He followed me down the hallway and into
the kitchen.  “Yeah, I’ve heard all about his reputation.  Seeing how he has
such a sweet, tender-hearted assistant though, I’m starting to wonder if he
isn’t all bark and no bite.”

I laughed again as I poured coffee into my
mug.  “Now, what makes you think I’m sweet, Mr. Parker?  You barely know me.”

He gave me a careless grin.  “Let’s just
say I’m good at reading people.”

“Really?”

“Yes, in fact I can tell exactly what
you’re thinking right now.”

“That’s quite the skill.  Why are you
wasting your time crunching numbers?”  I poured coffee into Mr. Wright’s mug
before reaching into the fridge for the cream.

When I turned around Jamie had moved behind
me and was leaning against the counter.  “Reading people’s minds doesn’t pay
nearly as well as crunching numbers.”

“Not surprising,” I replied.  “So, what am
I thinking right now?”

He cocked his head at me.  “You’re
wondering if during all of your research on me if you just missed the
information about a girlfriend, or if someone this good looking and charming
really could be single.”

“Wow.  You are good,” I said mockingly.

He laughed.  “It’s a gift.  Let me save you
some research time and assure you that I am most definitely single.”

“Congratulations,” I said cheerfully.

“And you?  Are you single, Lina?” 

“Couldn’t be more single if I tried.”

He grinned and stepped closer until I could
feel his warm breath on my face.  His eyes were hazel with flecks of green in
them and his face was shaved smooth. 

“There’s an eyelash on your cheek.”  He
swiped his thumb lightly across my cheek bone before showing me the dark lash
on it.  “Make a wish.”

I smiled and closed my eyes before blowing
lightly on his thumb.  When I opened my eyes, Jamie was staring at my mouth and
I licked my lips nervously.

Jamie cleared his throat.  “Lina, would you
like to go – “

“Ms. Jones!” 

I jerked, teetered on my heels and would
have fallen if Jamie hadn’t grabbed my arm.

“Okay?”  He asked.

“Yes, thank you. “  I turned to Aiden.

“Yes, Mr. Wright?”

“I’m supposed to be meeting with Mr. Parker.” 
He was staring at us like an angry bull and I smiled politely at him.

“I realize that.  I was getting your coffee
for the meeting.”  I reached for his cup and handed it to him as he glared at
Jamie.

“Mr. Parker, my office now.”

He turned and stalked out of the kitchen as
Jamie gave me a thoughtful look.  “Something has him all riled up.”

“Something always does,” I said
cheerfully.  “Have a good meeting.”

“Thanks.”  He grinned and left the kitchen.

The smile dropped my face and I leaned
against the counter.  My heart was pounding and I wiped a hand across my face.

It had been a month since the cabin. 
Monday morning Aiden had emailed me his medical records.  I had emailed mine in
return without saying anything and that was the last mention of our night at
the cabin.  Although Aiden was true to his word and actually treated me better
than before I quit, it was still a struggle to come to work every day.  He was
perfectly polite, most of the time, but there was a tension between us that
never went away.  I sighed miserably and picked up my cup of coffee.  Despite
his rejection, I still wanted him desperately.  I wished bitterly for the hundredth
time that I had never gone to the cabin with him.  It was worse now, knowing
exactly what it was like to have him between my legs, and I couldn’t seem to
get over my need for him.

I was an idiot.  I had obviously made a
terrible impression in the sack and yet, I couldn’t stop hoping that Aiden
still wanted me.  He didn’t.  He was completely over me and I swallowed down my
disappointment and self-pity and returned to my desk.  If I didn’t get over
this soon, I would find another job.  The raise and Aiden’s better treatment
wasn’t worth going insane.

* * *

“Well, fancy meeting you here.”  Jamie
dropped into the chair across from me. 

I smiled at him.  “Mr. Parker.  Survived
your meeting with Mr. Wright, did you?”

“Just barely.”  He laughed before scanning
the menu board of the small café we were sitting in.  “What’s good here?”

“The mushroom soup is delicious.”  I took
another sip of soup as Jamie watched.

“I had a very interesting discussion with
Mr. Wright at our meeting this morning,” he said.

“Oh?”  I feigned disinterest as I bit into
my piece of garlic toast.

“Yes.  We talked about you, actually.”

“Odd,” I replied neutrally.

“Are you and Mr. Wright dating?”

I choked on my toast and coughed raggedly
as Jamie reached across and pounded me on the back.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I croaked out before taking a sip of
water.  “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because Mr. Wright told me you were off
limits.”

I blinked at him.  “He what?”

“He said you were off limits.  Those were
his exact words.”

I frowned.  “Why would he say that?”