Don’t Poke The Bear

Chapter 23 Adam Quade

POV Adam Quade

Every morning I would get up at 5.30am and go to the gym in my building, then shower and shave and then I would stand in front of my bathroom mirror fussing with my hair for nearly an hour. My hair is only 1 inch long but I could never have showed up to my office looking less than perfect. I would pick out my suit, tie and shoes the night before because otherwise I would have been late for work. I had my skin moisturising routine and ridiculously expensive aftershave and I would lint roll myself as I left my apartment. I would stand in front the full length mirror in the elevator and practice small talk before checking my breath for the millionth time. If you’re wondering why I was so uptight, it isn’t because I’m some OCD perfectionist. I had always cared about my appearance but recently it had escalated into something more serious. To be honest it all began the day I met her. I walked into my office like any other boring Monday morning and there she was. It was her first day and as the office manager showed her around the office myself and every straight man watched her every movement. Yes she’s beautiful and she her body is out of this world but she is a real life bombshell. Her sexy walk was mesmerising and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her perfect round ass. Even the way she picked up a pen was arousing. One by one all my male colleagues commented on how hot the “new girl” was and how busy they were as the scurried off to there own office which left just myself and my boss Doug staring at this s*x bomb like a pair of perverts. “You should ask her out” he said and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him “I wish I could , but a s****l harassment case is the last thing I need” He nodded his head in agreement “your right Adam, the bosses would come down on you like a ton of bricks” He wasn’t wrong, but what he had neglected to say was that the boss Antonio Archer had a reputation for being a scary bastard and one sniff of trouble he would not only end my employment, he could potentially end my entire career. As I stood there letting out a huge sigh because I was disappointed that I would never see her naked she came towards us both. She literally took my breath away. I thought she was walking in slow motion as she shyly smiled at us. I knew I couldn’t ask her out or f**k her but I could at least get a thrill out of making her just as turned on as I was. I know I’m a good looking guy and I always have women falling at my feet and I planed on making her giddy like all the others. She stoped in front of us “Hello I’m Maria, it’s my first day. I’m looking for Mr Quade” she said and her voice was almost a whisper. I gave her a charming smile that made most women weak and it didn’t have any effect on her. She looked Doug up and down “are you alright?” She asked in a sarcastic tone and when I finally dragged my eyes away from her double D chest I noticed that Doug’s face was bright red. He was blushing and smiling like a mad man and without a word he turned and quickly walked to his office and closed the door behind him. He seemed nervous and I had never seen him act that way before. Then he peaked through the blinds for one last look at her. She arched her perfect eyebrow at me “he’s a strange man” she said and she obviously didn’t realise the effect that she had on men. “That’s Mr Walker and I’m Mr Quade” She shyly smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear “Hello Mr Quade, I’ve been sent from head office to be your assistant for the next few months whilst Melanie is off recovering from her hip surgery” I couldn’t believe my luck. This goddess was going to be right outside my office every day in her tight little pencil skirt and blouse. She was a far cry from Melanie. I mean Melanie is a nice woman but between her hairy top lip and the pictures of her cats on her desk she wasn’t exactly a sexy secretary. Although I knew I couldn’t be with this stunning woman standing in front of me with her big t**s and gorgeous smile, the idea of flirting with her every day turned me on. I stared at her beautiful full lips and when she spoke she broke me out of my perverted thoughts. “Melanie has spoke me through everything, I’ve left all of your mail on your desk as well as the notes for today’s meeting and a coffee. I hope that’s ok?” She wasn’t only gorgeous, she was good. “That’s great, thank you Maria. I will let you know if I need anything else” I gave her another smile but she just ignored it. Was I losing my touch? I watched her walk around Melanie’s desk, when she sat down she looked up at me and she noticed that I was staring at her. “Is everything alright Mr Quade?” she asked and I was mortified. Not only was she unaffected by me, she literally couldn’t have cared less. “I feel like I’ve seen you before” I said which was a lie because I would definitely remember her but I had to come up with some excuse for staring at her. She shook her head as she turned on her computer “I don’t think so” she said, as she stared at the screen. “You said you came from head office. Whose assistant were you before coming here?” I asked. I didn’t really care I just wanted any excuse to speak to her. “I came right from the top, I was the assistant to one of the bosses” This was impressive because I knew that they weren’t easy to work for. I had only met three of them very briefly and they were intimidating. I put my hand on her desk and leaned in “which one?” I almost whispered. She looked around to make sure nobody could hear us “Frankie Archer” she said and I could feel my blood run cold. All the bosses had animal nicknames and Frankie was by far the worst of all of them. “Wow, The Wolf? Are all the stories true? I heard he’s ruthless” I asked and she smiled and shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal “so why were you moved office?” She let out a sigh like my questions were boring her. “I moved house and the commute was tiring so I was transferred here” She sounded convincing but I didn’t believe her. “where do you live?” I asked and her eyebrows shot down she looked seriously pissed at me and the phone on her desk began to ring “if you’ll excuse me Mr Quade I better get that” and that was the first time I truly felt humiliated in front of her. She clearly wasn’t interested by me in any way so I gestured for her to answer the phone and went into my office and slammed the door behind me. I paced the floor rerunning the conversation in my mind. Why had I asked where she lived? Why wasn’t she falling at my feet? And why did I care so much?