Many thanks to Penny Jones for her able editing!
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Mama always said you can love a rich man as easy as you can love a poor man. She also said I was sitting on a gold mine, and it took some years to figure that one out but I eventually did. A lot of miners have dug around in my mine but no one has hit the mother-load yet.
My name is Sarah England and I'm a single woman and a nymphomaniac. Variety is the spice of life and I like my life very spicy. This is how I had the best hour of my life so far.
I was sitting at my desk typing and in he walked. Six foot four inches of burning love with dark brown, bedroom eyes, muscles bulging and an ass to die for. I wish mine was half as firm. It was one of those pinch-able asses that make you just want to reach out and grab a handful. You know the sort I'm talking about?
I work for a big construction firm called Beasley Construction. We build paper mills all over the country. Turning wood chips into paper is a complex process, and requiring various machines and storage facilities. Beasley Construction constructs those facilities and gets these mills up and going.
I am the project manager's secretary. Bill Hagar is his name and he's an occasional miner in my gold mine. This has been going on since I was a fresh new addition to the secretarial pool.
I like to think I am getting older and wiser. I am thirty now and you would think a girl would learn something about men in all those years since I left home. Not me, never let it be said about me!
My job description says I'm an executive secretary. This basically means that I handle whatever comes through the door and whatever my boss doesn't get around to. That might mean entertaining the owner of the company or flying out to hand deliver a bid on a job.
That day Alex came through the door and boy oh boy I wanted to handle him. Once I reeled my tongue back in my mouth and gathered my wits about me I asked, "can I help you?"
Alex walked over and leaned on my desk with a grin. "I'm here to see Bill Hagar. I'm the new iron worker foreman. I just arrived here to start setting up the lay down yard. Personnel told me to check in with him before I start working on a set of plans and getting an order in for the iron."
I couldn't help noticing that Alex had no wedding ring on his finger. I flashed a megawatt smile at Alex and asked him to take a seat in the waiting area. His eyes traveled down the top of my dress to my cleavage and stayed there for a minute before meeting my gaze again. Grinning at me again he said, "sure" and took a seat across the room from me.
I pretended to be busy as Alex sat there looking at me. I could tell he was interested. A girl just knows these things. I make sure of it by dressing as slutty as the company dress code allows. Low cut blouses, short skirts, and fuck me heels.
I offered him some coffee or a soda as an excuse to spend more time talking to him and because, well, that's just part of what I do. I wanted to see that nice ass just once more so I told him to help himself to whatever was in the office refrigerator. He smiled again and said, "I would rather have your phone number."
Wow! He was a fast worker. That's another thing I like about a man, confidence. Alex had it in spades.