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determination slowly diminish, and a sense of confusion take over as she struggles to understand me.
    The office duties I have her doing I don’t need her to do. Hell, I’ve had her re-file half my shit just because it baffles her that I’d have her do it. It’s way too much fun watching her squirm, wondering when I’m going to make my move. The reality is, she knows nothing other than what I intend to show her, which isn’t much until I’m sure I can trust her.
    A soft knock on the door and she enters the room. Her eyes meet mine and I smile. I love that she always makes eye contact. No matter how nervous I know she’s feeling inside, her shell is hard. She’s so much more confident than the others…for now, at least. They all lose their spark eventually.
    “You called for me?” she asks. Her black skirt hugs her slender hips, and she wears a crisp white shirt with the first two buttons open, giving me a preview of her beautifully rounded breasts. Her nipples stand erect, and my cock twitches at the thought of taking her, here and now. I could fuck her up against the wall, or hang her over the balcony ledge. My jaw tenses. I can just imagine how wet that pussy would be for me.
    “Come in, take a seat.” I gesture in front of me, pretending I’m focused on my laptop in front of me. I’m not. All I can think about is the fifty different ways I want to fuck this woman. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
    She sits, lifting one leg over the other, the hem of her skirt riding up her milky thighs. God, what I wouldn’t give to be balls deep buried in her right now. I shift in my seat, trying unsuccessfully to calm my erection. I know there’s only one way to ease the pressure built inside me: release.
    “I thought we’d have a chat about how you’re settling in,” I say, finally bringing my gaze to meet hers. “Are you enjoying working for me?”
    “I am,” she replies, lifting an eyebrow. “Though I’m looking forward to my responsibilities increasing.”
    I laugh at her less-than-subtle hint. “Really? Do you think you’re ready for that, Charlotte? You have no idea what I expect from you.”
    “That’s true, but likewise, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. “I think you think you’re teaching me some kind of lesson, but the truth is you’re the one who is missing out.” She lets out a laugh and I narrow my eyes. For a brief moment she’s succeeded in doing what I know she’s trying to do—make me want her even more.
    I stand up and walk around my desk until I’m standing in front of her. She bites her lip as her eyes travel down my body and rest on my very erect cock. I could so easily let her win this round—because what I wouldn’t do to feel those lips close around my cock—but that’s the thing about games: winning is much more fun.
    I reach out, my fingers lacing through her hair. She gasps, her breath catching in her throat as I grip hold of her head and thrust it forward, lowering my own so our lips are merely inches apart.
    “All in good time, Charlotte. Trust me, the anticipation makes it so much better.”
    She recovers quickly, her smile returning as she stares up at me, her eyes so innocent. God, I just want to fuck that pretty little mouth.
    “You can procrastinate all you want so long as you’re paying my very generous salary.” She stands up and smirks at me. “Was there anything else, Mr. Murphy? Maybe you have some photocopying you’d like me to do.”
    I fight the urge to laugh at her comment. I like her wittiness; it’s a refreshing change from what I’m used to.
    “That will be all, Charlotte.”
    After she leaves, I refuse to fight the urge any longer. I flick the lock on my door and walk over to my laptop, turning it over to the security footage. She’s already back in her room, lying down on her bed, legs crossed.
    I reach down and release my zipper, freeing my cock. I take it in my hand and begin