Scandal and Seduction

Elena's POV

I have always had a secret crush on my boss, Andrew Blake from the first day I started working as his secretary.

Andrew Blake isn't just the president and heir of B and E innovation group, a billion dollar tech empire. He is also one of the hottest, most sexy men I've met and also every woman's dream man. Tall, handsome with an athletic build and eyes that could melt any sane woman.

But he had never really noticed me. I had worked for him for six months and I always felt like I wasn't even with him. To him, I was nothing more than his secretary, practically invisible and I wasn't surprised. With models, heiresses and women who clawed each other apart just to get a piece of him, what chance did I have?

One afternoon, I sat behind my desk, my eyes fixed on the glow of my laptop screen but my mind was somewhere else. Somewhere far.

In my fantasy, the office was empty and silent as moonlight slipped through the blinds, pulling silver across his desk.

Andrew leaned forward, his tie loose and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the lines of his muscular chest. His eyes caught mine and he murmured in a voice so low and rough.

"Come here baby."

I walked slowly to his desk, unbuttoning my blouse and the fabric slipped off my shoulder, revealing my bare skin. I sat on his lap and straddled him slowly, feeling the hard bulge in his pants.

His hand clamped on my hips as his mouth claimed mine in a heated kiss. He reached for my bra hook and unflap it. Then, my bra fell between us.

I moaned as his mouth closed around my nipple, teasing and circling with his tongue.

His hand trailed up my leg slowly until he reached the heat between my thighs and I gasped as he shifted my underwear and his fingers gently rubbed my folds.

Just then, the sharp ring of the office phone shattered the fantasy.

I blinked, heart hammering, my cheeks hot and my thighs pressed together under my desk.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath before snatching up the receiver.

"Hello?" I managed to steady my voice.

"Mis Reagan. My office. Now." His voice, smooth, and commanding, made my stomach flip.

"Yes, sir."

I set my phone down and leaned back on my chair, taking in a deep breath to wrestle back control of the ache still simmering inside me. Once I could trust my legs, I stood and smoothed my skirt, then walked down the hall to his office.

I knocked softly before I pushed the door open. Then, I walked in like a robot in a straight line until I got to his desk.

"Good afternoon, sir."

He didn't even look up at me. His eyes stayed locked on the screen in front of him, fingers tapping against the keys like someone who had a deadline to meet.

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