Santa's Velvet Sin.

Lila Mendes. I yanked my skirt back into place, shoving off his c**k and spun around so fast the room blurred. “Get the hell out of my office,” I snapped. Jethro..my new PA, barely two days on the job, froze like a guilty teenager. “Excuse me, ma’am?” he stammered, unsure if I was talking to him or some invisible presence behind him. I stepped toward him slowly, every heel click an accusation. “Did you just address me without the respect you’re paid to use? And did you really think you could… cross that line with me and call me by my legal name just because I am taking your shrink c**k inside my p***y??” He rolled his eyes...actually rolled them. “I’m sorry, ma’am. But you don’t expect me to be… intimate… and moan the word ‘ma’am.’ That’s just...” I jabbed a finger at his chest. “Listen, boy. I’ve had plenty of PAs before you, and if this job is too complicated for both your d**k and your ego, then get out. Now.” He stepped closer instead, voice cracking. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I’m… I’m mourning my wife.” I blinked. “Your wife?” He nodded miserably. “Yes, ma’am. She died yesterday.” I stared at him in disbelief. “So you couldn’t even let her spirit rest before...” “No, ma’am!” he blurted. “It’s not like that. She told me on her deathbed to live. To do what makes me happy. Not to fade away because of her.” “And your interpretation,” I said dryly, “was to jump into bed with someone else?” “I’m not cheating. She’s gone.” His voice wavered. “I just… needed to clear my head.” I exhaled a long, exhausted sigh and dropped into my chair. The cigarette on my desk looked more loyal than half the people in my life. One drag. Exhale. Then I yelled at him. “Leave, boy.” He collapsed to his knees. “Please, ma’am, don’t fire me. I’ll do better. I can....” I grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. “I’m not firing you. But you’re leaving this office. Immediately.” Relief flooded his face as he scrambled to his feet. “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you. I promise I won’t disappoint you again. I’ll go… study...no I will go watch a porn and try getting hard so I can...” “That’s enough,” I cut in sharply. “Out.” He staggered out, and I flung his belt at him on his way. “Take that. Don’t implicate me.” The door slammed. Silence settled like dust. “Micheal is going to hear about this,” I muttered. My former PA..currently on a one-year family vacation had one job: find me a competent replacement. Competent in every department. My body. My Office. Everywhere. I dialed his number. “Hey, mama...” “You must be high,” I hissed. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, ma’am. Just teasing.” “Did you really hand me some unstable pity-case Psycho and expect him to be fit for… all aspects of this job including the pop-my-cherry rule?” “Well uh...ma’am..your cherry was popped a long....” “Micheal,” I snapped. “Answer!!!” He sighed. “I didn’t know he was a psycho. His wife spoke highly of him, so...” “You told his wife?” He laughed. “Plot twist? she’s dead, so no worries.” “Are you insane? Do I need to cut your vacation short?” “I’m sorry, ma’am! I’ll call him and explain the rules. I promise.” “Good. Make sure he understands the rules of this private arrangement. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, ma’am.” I hung up before he could breathe another word. My nerves buzzed. My body was still ignited, restless, unsatisfied. I reached for my phone, typing out porn videos, scrolling uselessly for something to distract my thoughts...but nothing helped, not with my wife preferring girl-on-girl videos and cluttering every feed with them. The office door creaked. Damn it. I had forgotten to lock it. Scarlett stood in the doorway...my wife, my sweetheart, the one person I didn’t want walking in right now. Her eyes took in everything, too sharp, too intuitive. “Hey, baby,” I said, standing quickly. She hugged me. “I’ve been calling your PA line. I wanted to check if you were on shift today.” “Oh....Michael’s on vacation...So, i..uh...got a new PA.” She smiled softly. “That’s sweet. But baby… when are we going on ours?” I blinked. “About that...you know I'm not out of my closet yet. If people saw us...” She sighed. “It’s fine. I don’t want to reopen this conversation.” “Don’t start, Scarlett. I give you everything you want. Don’t I?” “You do,” she said quietly. “But sometimes I want us to do something romantic. Public. Real.” I looked at her, really looked at her. God, she was beautiful. Ridiculously beautiful. Red curls, bright eyes, perfect posture, body sculpted from her obsessive workout routines. Too perfect sometimes. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured. “I shouldn’t pressure you.” I tugged her hair gently aside. “You know I love you. Since grade ten, since college. I married you like I promised. I just need time.” She nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.” I smiled despite everything. She was soft-spoken, loyal, heartbreakingly gentle. “So,” I teased, “how’s my girl feeling down there?” She laughed. “Lila, no. That’s the advantage of not marrying a man.” My mood dimmed. She’d been hinting for months that one of us should carry a child. But she’d never risk her perfect figure and her marathon mornings, and I wasn’t ready to start the fight again. Before I could respond... The door burst open. I froze. Jethro. Of course. The last person I needed anywhere near this moment. “I’m not free right now,” I said sharply. He ignored the tone. “Ma’am, I watched it already. I did.” Scarlett turned to him slowly. Her eyes narrowed, piecing together a puzzle she should never have seen the edges of. “Jethro,” I whispered harshly, “leave. Now.” He stayed rooted. “But ma’am....should I wait outside? Because now I’m hard and I can't let it shrink before you are done with your uh... conversation." “Babe?” Scarlett asked, looking between us. “What is he talking about?” Before I could salvage the situation, he blurted, “Ma’am, please don’t fire me. I can go harder and faster, just give me....” “GET. OUT.” My voice cracked. Scarlett caught my trembling hands. “Lila… wait.” She stepped toward him, calm but firm. “No one is firing you. But I need you to explain what’s going on. I can help.” He lit up like Christmas. “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you.” He looked at me, expecting approval, guidance, something. I shot him every warning glance I had. Every silent threat. Every desperate plea to shut up. But he only said, “Ma’am, I love my job. So I need to explain everything to second ma’am.” And my heart dropped. Because this? this exact moment? was where everything I feared, was about to unravel.