I snort at Sarah's choice of words, shaking my head at her brazenness. It's the Monday afternoon coffee break at work and, as usual, Sarah the resident slut, tells everybody, whether they want to hear it or not, about her weekend adventures.
"Sarah, can you please be a little more discreet. Some of us just want to drink our coffee, not hear about your latest catch," I say trying to get her to take the dirty talk down a notch.
"You should talk, what about you and Mr. Callahan?" Sarah snickers.
"What about me and Mr. Callahan?"
"I've seen how you look at him with those big brown puppy eyes of yours. Are you doing him?"
I almost spurt coffee over the table but manage to swallow before I answer. "No, I'm not doing Mr. Callahan. He's my boss. He's smoking hot, I'll give you that, but he's still my boss. And, anyway, he doesn't see me like that. I'm just his assistant."
“Hmm, hmm." Celia, my favorite colleague, joins our conversation, "Girlfriend, I think you are wrong about that. That man so has the hots for you, my pretty girl."
She peers at me over the rim of her spectacles, a look she reserves for telling me that she is older and knows better due to her life experiences.
"Whatever," I say, blushing and not believing her for one minute. The man is so out of my league and he is my boss. Okay, I admit that hasn’t stopped me from fantasizing about him taking me in all sorts of indecent positions.
"Well, coffee break’s over girls. Back to work," Sarah says, leaving.
I lean closer to my friend, confiding in her. "Just between you and me Celia, if Mr. Callahan ever noticed me I would let him do me anyhow, anywhere, anytime."
"Go girlfriend," she says, bumping my shoulder and rising from the table. ”You just might be surprised what the future brings.” She winks at me as she puts her coffee cup in the dishwasher.
We walk out of the lunchroom… and run straight into Mr. Callahan. He's as immaculate as ever in a freshly-pressed pinstripe suit. His back-slicked hair is black, greying at the temples, and his sharp, grey eyes that never miss a thing are now twinkling with mirth.
Did he overhear us talking? Fuck, that would be so awkward. I blush and try to hide my embarrassment with a quick, "Good afternoon, Mr. Callahan."
He nods. "Miss Steel, Mrs. Monroe," he says before addressing me in a somewhat clipped tone. "Miss Steel, those folders I mentioned earlier. I want you to prioritize them. I need them on my desk stat."
"Yes Mr. Callahan. I’ll go do that right away, Sir," I answer before hurrying to the basement filing room to get the folders. I know by the tone of his voice that he won't be tolerating any delay.
I quickly find the folders and prepare to head back upstairs when Mr. Callahan suddenly appears in the doorway. He looks intense. Is he angry? I did hurry getting the files and, even if he's impatient at times, he never blames anyone unfairly. Still, I am on edge.
"I found the folders you wanted, Sir. I was just on my way back to you with them."
"I don't really care about the folders right now Miss Steel. There is something we need to discuss." He steps through the door and closes it behind him, turning the key.
"Sir?" I'm suddenly very nervous about being locked in such a small place with this virile intimidating man.
"I heard you talking to Mrs. Monroe earlier," he says.
Fuck, that's so embarrassing. I blush fiercely, looking down at the folders in my hands, not really knowing what to say. He comes closer, crowding me, lowering his voice to a hush. "Do you know how many times I’ve imagined taking you? How I’ve stroked my hard cock thinking about pushing into your tight little wet cunt."
What? He has? I look up and meet his penetrating gaze. "No," I whisper, staring at him.
"Hearing what you said to Mrs. Monroe made me hard." He pushes me against the filing cabinet, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. His fingers slowly trace a path down my neck and collarbone, stopping at the top button of my shirt. My breath becomes shallow through slightly parted lips. I lick them nervously. I'm so hot, wanting him inside me here and now.
”Did you mean it?” he asks as he unbuttons my shirt and pulls it open, exposing my white lace bra.