The Personal Assistant
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V. J. Villamayor
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When a personal assistant offers to assist with personal tasks.
Chapter 1
The Personal Assistant
âYou look like you could use a coffee, boss.â Chloe walked into Damienâs office with a steaming mug of black coffee.
âLifesaver.â Damien rubbed his eyes roughly, accepting the mug. âThis week has been the week from hell.â
Damien had been in non-stop meetings, day and night, with the CEO of Montgomery Corp to buy them out. However, he wouldnât have become the successful man he was if he hadnât been good at the cutthroat decisions he made.
The CEO was holding out for a higher dollar amount, but Damien had a card up his sleeve. He might be playing dirty if he had to use it, but playing dirty wasnât beneath him.
Damien leaned back in his chair, half listening to Chloe as she stood on the other side of his desk, listing off the important emails he should reply to.
ââŠa massage.â
Damien jerked back to reality. âWhat was that, Chloe?â
âThere he is. You zoned out for a bit.â Chloe put her notepad on his desk and walked around Damienâs chair.
Damien noted the sweet scent of her perfume wafting around him. Chloeâs arms reached over his chair, and her slender fingers began to massage his shoulders. âI said you look like you could use a massage, sir.â
Chloeâs fingers were firm and applied just the right amount of pressure as she worked the knots in Damienâs shoulders.
As she felt Damien melt into her massage, she leaned forward to reach farther down his back. The farther she reached, the closer her lips came to Damienâs ear.
âThis is new of you, Chloe,â Damien breathed, a light moan escaping as she rubbed a particularly sore knot. âNot that Iâm complaining.â
Chloeâs voice was soft and tantalizing right in his ear. âWell, I canât have you exploding from stress, can I? I like my job.â
âThatâs not the type of exploding I could go forâŠâ
âWhat was that, boss?â
Damien had mumbled his response. He didnât think sheâd hear him, but being so close, obviously she had.
âItâs nothing⊠You donât have to keep massaging me, Chloe. You know this isnât part of your job. Though if I knew how good you were with your hands, I wouldâve had it put into your contract.â
Chloe was his PA. He absolutely should not be having the very inappropriate thoughts he was currently having about how good her hands felt.
Not only was she one of his best PAs ever, but she was also funny andâŠto put it lightlyâŠsex on legs. Voluptuous, confident, and smart as hell, she could put an angry client in their place in a single moment.
Now, Damien was put in his placeâstuck, more like it. Her hands were hot, smooth, and finally moving back up his back to his shoulders again.
ââŠI couldâŠshow you how good I am with my hands? Iâm good at other things tooâŠâ
Though it was the first time Chloe had given him a massage, it wasnât the first time flirtatious passing remarks were exchanged between them. However, this was surpassing how far they had gone before.
Chloeâs hands moved over his shoulders, sliding across the edge of his collar until they reached his tie. Toying with it slowly, as though waiting for him to stop her, she loosened it before pulling it apart.
She popped one button open and slid her hand tentatively inside his shirt. Her fingers spread across his chest, and her nails dug lightly into his skin.
âDonât start what you canât finish, Chloe,â Damien warned. The whole time, Damien was trying to rein himself in, but his restraints were snapping.
âHave I ever started something I didnât finish, sir?â Chloe whispered into his ear. She eyed Damienâs hardening crotch. ââŠI could even help you finish?â
