A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad

Chapter 5: He Watched Me

~Sienna~

“Come here.” He commands, gliding his chair back from the desk as he spreads his thighs.

I swallow hard and walk forward, pretending not to notice the invitation—or intention. I pull out the chair opposite him and sit down.

Norman’s eyes narrows, his lips rising to a smirk before he turns slightly in his seat.

“You never had an issue being close to me, Sienna. What’s happened now?”

I pause and look at him. Clearly, he can’t be serious.

“Mr. Garrison, I’m here to work. I’m you new secretary,” I whisper through clenched teeth.

“Oh?” His brows lifts. “And here I thought you came to finish what you started—after you sneaked away that morning. You know, I was looking forward to trying something new with you.”

Heat rushes through my body, every nerve alive and trembling. My n*****s harden, the pain intensifies, begging to be touch.

What the hell is he doing to me?

He shakes is head, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

“But you were gone. You almost made me think it was all in my head—but your little, tiny panties proved me wrong.” He clicks his tongue and leans closer to the desk.

“I waited for you to come around but you never did. So much for wanting to do what makes you happy, Sienna.”

“I… I…” I drag in a shaky breath.

“Is that your favorite word now?” He teases. “Because the girl I knew never held back from speaking her mind. I want that girl—the one who knows what she wants and doesn’t hide away.”

I’m visibly shaking at this moment, I can’t even hide it.

He’s right but—

“I think it’s better we forget that night.” I say quietly. “You’re my boss now, and this is the real world not some place to hide from reality. You daughter is my friend. What happens if she sees—“

“She doesn’t have to know,” he interrupts smoothly. “Just like that night, we keep it to ourselves—our little secret. And I know you want it too, beneath those thighs I know you dripping for me.”

His eyes darken as he whispers. “I can smell your arosal. Hell, I can practically taste you. I see the way your n*****s harden at my voice.” His voice deepens with intent.

I didn’t even know until a low moan escapes my lips. I open my mouth but can’t find words. The room feels heavier, the air charged with unspoken tension.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. The way your walls tighten around my hard length. The way you take me, girl… I want all of that.”

He pins me with a hard stare. “I’ll give you some time,” he says finally, “but I know you’ll come back.”

For a second, disappointed twists inside me. I almost wish he’d keep pushing—keep chasing. A part of me enjoys listening to him go crazy about me, and I just didn’t want him to stop.

Maybe he’s right after all. Maybe I’ll come back.

“I’m sure you noticed the door engraved with the title Executive Secretary.” He says, his tone suddenly all business again. “That’s your office, go settle in.”

I clutch my bag tightly and stand, my legs unsteady with every step I take away from him.

All the prep talks I gave myself over the past two weeks about how wrong this is vanish the second I step into my office.

I barely take another look at the small room. Cozy and quiet. My bag lay forgotten on the desk as I ease into the chair, dragging up my skirt.

I Slide my panties aside, slipping a finger into my folds…. And truly it’s dripping.

I hiss out a breath. My body convulses with just the slightest touch.

Anyone could walk in and see me like this, but it doesn’t stop me either.

I bite my lips from moaning out as I thrust into my p***y slowly.

“Yeah…”

Wet slapping sound fills the room. My breath shallow, heat rushing over me.

I manage to spread my legs the best I can in my chair, tilting my butt to the chair edge, expose to the cool air.

My hips jerks with the movement of my hands. His name rolls of out my tongue before I can stop it, but at this moment I don’t care.

I’m gone. I can’t help it. I can’t stop it. f**k if I want to stop.

“Norman…”

I shudder. My legs tremble. My whimpering vibrates through the walls, I immediately muffle the sound with my other hand.

A voice suddenly rings out in the room.

I bolts upright within a flash, tugging down my skirt, my heart beating faster than I can breathe.

There’s an intercom in here?

Fucking great.

“Have you gone through the handover report?” Norman’s voice blare out.

“Si…” I clear my throat and swallow. “I’m doing just that.”

“Mmm.” He pause. “Why are you sounding like that? Like you out of breath or something.”

I gasp, but quickly cover it with a cough. “It’s nothing. I better get to work now.”

“Good, make it snappy. There a lot to be done.” He says and the communication went off.

I press a hand to my chest, my breathing rushing off.

Damn!

That’s close. Could he have heard? There’s barely anything that escapes him.

If only I know there’s an intercom here. I’m really going to be in trouble if this keeps going on.

Under the pressure of working with Norman, my desires takes a wide shift in the back of my mind. My feet aches, and all I want is a hot shower—and maybe a good f**k.

I met few of my colleagues during lunch and they were all nice, though I’m still mixing up their names.

I pick my bag and step into Norman’s office, finding him on a call. I wait.

“Sienna, leaving already?” He ask, tracing his gaze over me as he ends the call.

I shrug lightly. “It’s the end of work, Mr. Garrison.”

He c***s a brow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Since it’s your first day, I’ll let you go. But my secretary doesn’t leave before me unless I say so.”

My brow furrows. “I don’t know it worked that way. Shouldn’t that be your assistant’s job.”

“I don’t need one.” He says flipping through a file. “You’ll do just fine.”

He looks up. “I’ll send you some documents to review tonight. I want them on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.”

I roll my eyes as I leave his office. “Great,” I mutter under my breath. “So much for free time.”

I get home and step into the shower, letting the water wash away the stress of the day from my body. My mind drifts off to Norman, he looks at me— the sound of my phone ringing shatters the moment.

I rinse off myself and walk out of the bathroom. I wish I can strangle whoever is on the line.

Unknown number.

Just f*****g good.

“Hello.” Norman’s familiar voice sounds through the speaker.

I sigh loudly, and sits down on the bed. I don’t need to ask about how he got my number.

He’s my boss now.

“What’s it?” I ask, my voice breathless but I don’t care.

“I left you a message.” He says and ends the call.

I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I can’t help but wonder what’s funny.

I scroll through the messages, my jaw clenches as I stare at the tedious task he wants me to submit by morning.

But I eyes catch on the previous message, my eyes widen as I read them. I don’t want to believe what I just read and decide to read it again.

He has watched me fingering myself at the office today, and he thinks it’s fun, stopping me right before I c*m.

Damn! There’s a camera in my office.

Now, he doesn’t want me to get any pleasure because he isn’t getting any himself.

My fist tightens, my teeth grinds against each other, breathing deeply.

He does it on purpose. Giving me a heavy task so I won’t have time for myself.

Heat curls up my skin. My body immediately relaxes, my tongue runs over my teeth.

He watched me. Sees me moaning for him.

I picture him with his c**k harden, precum leaking out, making a mess of himself as I did myself.

Ohh, f**k.

I shouldn’t be thinking that.

I spent the night working. My head drops on the table, my neck hurts from staring at the laptop all night. My eyes blinks repeatedly as I keep telling myself to stand up and go sleep on the bed.

But I don’t move. Too tired to lift a finger.

Norman’s last words keeps playing on my mind though.

“You know where to find me.”