Simple Perfection

Why couldn’t I help him? I could. He would have me close by and I would have a purpose. So, I’d gone back to the house and dressed up.
    I was going to go apply for a job as his assistant. I could do the tasks that caused him extra headaches. I could handle the staff. I might have been dealing with some mental issues, but I wasn’t helpless. If I could prove to myself that I could do this, then I could prove to Woods and the rest of the world that I was healing.
    Vince glanced up at me and smiled. “Go on in, Miss Sloane,” he said before going back to his work. Woods had informed him that I never needed permission to enter. I was free to come and go as I wanted.
    I knocked, then opened the door.
    “I realize that, but make it happen. I need the order here tomorrow, not Monday. I’ll switch suppliers if it doesn’t happen,” he said.
    “Yes, sir, Mr. Kerrington, we will make it work,” the voice said from his speakerphone.
    “Good,” he replied, then ended the call before standing up and walking toward me.
    “I needed to see you,” he said, smiling as he pulled me into his arms. I put both my hands up to stop him before he could kiss me. If I let him kiss me I would end up forgetting my purpose here, and there was a good chance that we would be naked in minutes.
    “I’m here to apply for a position as your assistant,” I said.
    That stopped him. He gazed down at me, confused, and I used the opportunity to sell my idea. “You need someone to handle the staff and place orders. You have bigger things to deal with. I can handle the staff. I can put out the small fires and leave the big ones to you. I can place orders and I can help you. I can’t sit home alone and lost. I can be here near you and helping you every day.” I stopped and took a breath. He hadn’t moved, but I had his complete attention.
    Finally, he stepped back enough so that he could see the pencil skirt and pair of heels I’d put on. I was even wearing a nice blouse and had pulled my hair up in a bun with chopsticks pushed through it. It was as professional as I could get with what I had to work with. A small smile tugged on his lips.
    “Is this your interview outfit?” he asked.
    I nodded and continued to watch him.
    “You want to be my assistant. To help me. Looking like that,” he said.
    Again, I just nodded. Then he chuckled and shook his head. “Baby, I don’t doubt that you would be able to help me, but if you intend to strut around here dressed like that, I’m going to end up fucking you every damn hour, or thinking about fucking you every damn minute.”
    My stomach fluttered hearing him say he was going to fuck me. I had to stay focused. “I can wear something else,” I replied.
    Woods studied me a moment. “You sure you want to do this?”
    He wasn’t going to tell me no. I tamped down my excitement. “Yes. Please. I want to do something. You know I want a job, but more than that I want to help you.”
    “Are you going to file a sexual harassment suit against me when I decide what I need is to touch you?”
    I shook my head and grinned this time. “No. But that’s not what I’m here for. I want to take some stress off you,” I told him.
    “Oh, that would take stress off me,” he said, putting his hand on my hip and pulling me against him. “You’re hired. But the minute you feel like it’s too much, you tell me.”
    I squealed and reached up to grab his head and kiss him hard on the mouth. “Thank you, boss. I swear I’ll do a good job. You just have to swear to give me stuff to do. I want to take stuff off your plate.”
    “You can take off my clothes,” he said against my mouth before tracing kisses down my neck. I arched into him. His tongue flicked over my skin, causing me to shiver. “You can start working for me after I’ve had you in this sexy little outfit. Then you need to change. Because I won’t be able to concentrate with you dressed like this. All I can think about is the way I want to be buried deep inside my new assistant.”
    His hand slid up my skirt and slipped inside the crotch of my panties. “All wet,” he replied before sliding his finger inside me.
    “Oh,” I cried out, and his mouth got hungrier.
    “Unbutton this shirt,” he growled.
    I did as he asked and his mouth worshipped the tops of my breasts as his finger continued to fuck me. “On my desk,” he said, picking me up and putting me on his desk, then shoving my skirt up.
    I watched him pull my panties