Chapter 2. Nice ass

Daviana didn't like her boss's response or the tone he used, but she could only nod and leave his office as quickly as she could.

"I still want that coffee, Miss Morris."

The brunette tensed up, and after throwing the pieces of the cup in the trash can, she went to get another coffee for her boss. It was unbelievable that after all this time working at that company, something like this would happen to her.

While waiting for her new coffee, the brunette recalled what she had experienced in that office... then shook her head, since it made no sense for her to be remembering how she had sucked her boss off.

The truth is that she felt quite embarrassed for catching him in the middle of a sex scene.

After several minutes, Daviana returned to her floor with a new coffee in her hands. Upon entering her boss's office, she placed the porcelain cup on his desk, pretending to be completely normal.

"Can I get you anything else, Mr. Gershon?" The dark-haired man looks up to see her, but that's all he does, just look at her.

"No, not for now."

"With your permission."

Daviana walks away and the young CEO admires the curves of her hips, leaning back in his chair and confirming that this brunette was really quite hot. He was still wondering why he hadn't taken her to bed before.

He smiles, thinking it would be quite fun to seduce that girl. The truth is, he imagined it would be very easy; they were all very submissive, and he loved that.

[...]

After lunch, Daviana returned to her desk to prepare everything for a meeting her boss had that afternoon. She was in a bit of a rush because she only had a few minutes left and it was all because she had arrived late that day.

"Damn, I'll have to start getting up early."

The brunette grabs some folders from her desk to stand up and take them to the meeting room when her boss's office door opens and he comes out. Daviana tenses up and remains seated at her desk, staring at Connor.

Her boss walks over to her desk and ends up sitting in the corner of it, something he hadn't done in a whole year of work.

"Do you have everything ready for the meeting?" The way he spoke to her made her feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, I was just about to take these folders with the information you asked for." Connor stares at her, sensing that she is nervous.

His idea of getting his secretary into bed was to take it slowly, although it was always easy for him, he suspected that with her he would have to take it a little slower. In a whole year of work, that girl had never made a move on him, which told him she wasn't one of those easy ones.

After thinking long and hard in his office, he came to that conclusion. The others were always the ones who sought him out for sex, but not her...

"Oh, really? Then I've interrupted you.

"Can I help you, Mr. Gershon?" Daviana's heart was beating fast, and it wasn't because her boss was so close. The truth was that she had never been attracted to him, except for the fact that she had caught him having sex with a woman in the office.

"You seem very nervous. Don't tell me it's because of what happened this morning?" Daviana stood up, drawing the CEO's attention.

"No, sir, what I saw is none of my business. With your permission."

He watches her rush out, which brings a smile to his lips. Well, maybe he wasn't so indifferent to that girl after all.

[...]

When the damn meeting finally ended, Daviana was hiding in the bathroom across from his office. The young woman looks at her reflection in the mirror, noticing that she looks more haggard than ever, especially today.

"Damn," she muttered, closing her eyes.

With so many problems at home, she couldn't let her job add to her worries. She couldn't quit her job just because of this morning's incident. She needed to forget about it and focus on her work.

She let out a breath and opened her eyes again, then covered her dark circles with a little makeup, feeling ready to go out and finish her workday.

Daviana returns to her desk with her purse in her hand, but she is so distracted that she doesn't notice where she puts it, and it ends up on the floor, spilling its contents everywhere.

"Oh, crap!"

[...]

The numbers on the advisor's keypad passed slowly until he finally dialed the right number and the metal doors opened after the buzzer sounded.

As Michele Gershon steps out of the elevator, the first thing his green eyes see is the roundness of a beautiful butt. A young woman is under a desk in a rather compromising position for an office.

The dark-haired man frowned as he put his hands in his pockets and stared at the woman, who seemed to be picking things up off the floor, and that's when he noticed a lipstick between her shoes.

But he does nothing about it and waits patiently for her to notice it himself. The truth is that he found it quite exciting to see her on all fours on the floor. The CEO can't take his eyes off her, even though he can't see her face.

"Where's my...?" he hears her say and imagines it must be the lipstick between his shoes.

Daviana searched frantically for her lipstick under her desk, but couldn't find it. She reached a little further in, but it wasn't there. Then she spotted it through the gap between the floor and the wood of the table.

But she didn't like what she saw, because her lipstick was between a pair of shoes very similar to her boss's. She swallowed hard because she was under the desk. If her day was already the worst, now it had turned into a tragedy.

The young woman crawled backwards to get out from under the desk and face her boss, but as she knelt beside her desk and tried to get up, Daviana froze where she was.

Her heart felt like it was having a heart attack, and she could have sworn she forgot how to breathe. All she could do was blink in the presence of that man who was staring at her without blinking.

Who was that man?!

She wondered, still on her knees.

She noticed his attire, realizing that he was perfectly dressed in a fine dark suit, and that his fascinating and distinguished bearing made her feel all her muscles tense up.

It was the first time a man's presence had electrified her in that way. It wasn't usual for her; the truth was that it was quite difficult for a man to make her feel that way.

Her head was always in another world.

Suddenly, Daviana blinks several times when she notices that the man in front of her raises his eyebrows slightly. The young woman shakes her head and frowns a little.

"I think this is yours," the dark-haired man looked down, and she did the same, looking at her lipstick on the floor, and that's when she realized she was still kneeling like an idiot on the floor.

As Daviana tries to argue and get to her feet, her boss's office door opens; she jumps, looking toward it.

"Miss... Father?

Father? What do you mean, father?

The brunette wonders, looking at the burly man who had arrived, and then at her boss.

But they don't look anything alike.

She blinks, completely confused, and then she thinks about it and finally stands up.

"Father, I wasn't expecting you..." Connor watches his father, who can't take his eyes off his... secretary.

"Isn't that a welcome?" Michele finally turns to look at her son.

The older CEO hadn't moved from where he was standing, and he didn't want to, at least not until that brunette came over to pick up her lipstick. She turned out to be a rather attractive young woman with very distinctive eyes.

She certainly caught his attention.

"Excuse me, but you didn't call me to let me know you were coming."

"Do I have to?"

"No, of course not."

"I see you have a new secretary," the black-haired man looked at the new secretary with great interest, while she watched him, blushing.

Connor detects that look in his father's eyes that makes him realize his father's intentions. It doesn't take a genius to see that his secretary has caught his father's interest.

"This is Miss Morris." Michele shows no reaction to the introduction, simply staring at her.

"I think one of your belongings is here," Daviana remembers her lipstick and widens her eyes, then walks somewhat awkwardly toward where her lipstick was.

As she bends down, Michele immediately notices that her son is looking at his secretary's ass and wonders if those two already have an interesting history. Then the CEO looks down at the brunette to see her pick up the lipstick, and as she stands up, their eyes meet.

That's when he notices the color of her enormous eyes. Her eyelashes are long and natural, and the color of her eyes is so striking that Michele becomes aroused just having her so close.

"Excuse me, nice to meet you, Mr. Gershon..."

Daviana returns to her desk, keeping her eyes on the papers on the table, unable to look up because her boss's father's gaze intimidates her so much.

"Father, why don't you come into the office?"

"Sure..."

They both entered the office, and when they closed the door, the brunette was able to breathe normally... She let go of the pen in her hand and watched her hands tremble. She felt like jelly and didn't understand what was happening to her.

Then she looked at the office door and thought that now she didn't know what was going to happen. When she started working at that company, it was clear that Connor wasn't the owner, but no one ever told her who the real boss was.

All she heard about him was that he spent his time traveling on business and expanding the company with many branches around the world. That he hadn't set foot in the company for a long time and had left it in the hands of his only son.

But in a whole year, he never saw a photograph of the man, until that day...

"Shit, how is that man the owner?" she whispered.

He just had to show up that afternoon. That day was definitely a roller coaster ride for her. Her nerves were reaching their limit. Daviana bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment, but as she did so, she remembered those green eyes she glimpsed when she picked up the lipstick.

When she made that contact, she felt her pussy react, it was like an awakening from deep within. At that moment, she licked her lips, as she began to feel a little heat.

She shook her head several times.

"No, no, no... What the hell was all that staring about?

[...]

Michele closed the door behind him and then looked at the new decor in his office. It was clear that his son had made many changes during the time he was away, starting with the secretary and ending with his office.

"What happened to my secretary?

"She got pregnant..." The boy pours a drink and then another to hand to his father. "I had to find another one. Your secretary didn't want to continue working once you left." He takes a drink. "I wonder why."

Michele took a sip from his glass as he walked across the office to the large window behind his desk.

"What's going on, Dad? Why did you come without warning?"