Tom Raymond's eyes narrowed as they tracked Louise's progress from his office. His mind coolly registered every detail, every nuance. The auburn hair that danced against the collar of her blouse. The dimples that appeared at the corners of her mouth each time she smiled. The wedding ring. The proud breasts. The languid sway of the womanly hips. The almost arrogant stride of her creamy legs.
He watched until the lift doors came between them, and the down light illuminated above the polished doors. Back to her humble desk, ten floors below the Chief Executive's office. She had projected nonchalance, but Raymond knew that she had been impressed by his summons. It boded well.
An erection bulged within his Armani trousers. Raymond experienced a momentary surprise at the speed of his body's reaction to Louise. He closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of soft garments falling to the floor, to the whisper of nylon-coated thighs caressing themselves.
Alex Dando glared from her seat on the other side of the oak desk. "So she's to be the latest fashion." There was no note of question in her tone.
"Can I really be so obvious?" Raymond's mouth flowed into an easy smile that did not reach his eyes. He swivelled to face her, reclining himself in the heavy leather chair. His strong hands reached up to comb the steel-grey hair back from his tanned brow.
Alex snorted. "You are to me."
Raymond surpassed his assistant's scornful expression with ease. "Then maybe it's time we found a new position for you, Alex. A good friend once warned me: 'never allow anyone to know you so well they can anticipate your next move.' I've always believed it excellent advice."
The anger faded from Alex's face. "Tom, I never meant . . . " Her eyes, azure blue and hinting of tears, searched his face.
Raymond enjoyed the transformation. He did not intend letting Alex go though; she was the most effective PA he had ever known. And the most loyal. Alex's memories of her past were always too vivid for her to risk the opulence of her position. It was the perfect lever with which to keep her in check, and that was vital. After three years of running his office, Alex possessed the ability to ruin Raymond several times over. And he did not want to lose Alex's services. Because there was only one-way she could ever leave his employ.
Raymond idly considered her lithe body within its conservative business uniform. Alex had talents beyond those normally expected of a personal assistant. His loins still throbbed mercilessly from Louise's presence. He kept his face dark. "Make certain we won't be disturbed, Ms. Dando."
A shadow clouded Alex's face as she got up. Her hands lingered when they locked the door and drew the heavy blinds. The glass was an inch thick, the door and walls all soundproofed. When Raymond demanded privacy, it had to be absolute.
He pushed the intercom. "No calls for thirty minutes, Marion. I'm in conference." The button was released before his secretary could reply.
Alex slipped off her jacket, and sat before him on the edge of the desk. She hesitated, then drew her skirt up her slender legs, revealing lacy stocking tops. Lust and loathing alternated across her face. Her thighs parted slightly. Raymond leant forwards. The office was warm, and, as he always stipulated, Alex wore no panties. Rich musk filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
Raymond's hands cupped her ankles, then ran up Alex's trembling legs until they found naked flesh. Last week's strap marks had all but disappeared. Good. He pressed her thighs wide with his elbows, his expert fingertips adroitly moving to the damp furrow inside her smooth labia. Raymond had once commented unfavourably upon her extravagant pubic hair. Alex had kept herself smooth and hairless for him ever since.
He slipped his fingers between her labia, using her moistness to ease his caresses. Alex's eyes were tightly closed, and light perspiration beaded her forehead. Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. Raymond pressed the two halves of her sex apart, watching her flower open in delicious anticipation. He couldn't stop wondering how Louise would look, smell, taste.
With one finger, Raymond massaged the narrow bridge of flesh between her sex and her anus. Another finger sought out the hard swelling of her clitoris. He circled the tiny bud without touching it, stimulating only by association.
Alex sighed as Raymond slid a finger inside her anus. She was incredibly sensitive there. He smiled, recalling the first time he had taken her that way. Cherry time. On occasion, she begged him to take her that way. But Raymond wasn't in a back door mood. A finger would have to suffice.
Alex's hands reached for his head, pulling him towards her. Sex was the only time he ever submitted to control. He teased her smooth mound and her swollen lips with his mouth. He ignored her body's desperate posturing. He liked women to wait, and Alex knew from experience not to deny him his wants.
