Scandal

Chapter 9-2

I STARED AT THE CEILING in my office. Dazed, I couldn’t remember ever having felt this good before. What a great day I was having, the best day I’d had all week. I looked down into my lap where Sasha was servicing me. This girl was like taking a highly addictive drug. She pleased me in any way I wanted, and she didn’t take no for an answer. She was not being pushed aside now for anything, and I was more than happy to make time for her mouth. I’d barely gotten my morning coffee into me when she started undoing my pants and taking my c**k into her mouth. I could definitely get used to that. The tension was building up good, and I was just about to come when my office door swung open and one of the temps walked in.

“Mr. Jacobs, Chuck sent me over. I really need to get your approval on these ads!” She stopped short as Sasha got up and tried to compose herself, wiping at her mouth. I fumbled with my pants, thankful that the desk was blocking her view.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jacobs. I’ll get that from you later.” With that, she hurried out of the office, closing the door behind her.

You could have heard a pin drop in the room after she left, and then I exploded. “You didn’t lock the door this time? Are you insane, or should I assume you want someone to catch us?”

Sasha turned crimson and tears formed in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sol. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I think people finding out might not be the worst thing in the world. Wasn't that our intention?”

I paced angrily in my office, unsure of what to do at the moment. “Yes, of course, but not like this. I would have rather had a private conversation with my father than for him to find out through some rumor.”

“Sol, it’s okay. That girl’s just a temp who probably really needs this job. It’s not like she is going to tell anyone. She’d end up losing her job. It wouldn't be worth it to her.”

“That’s not the point, Sasha. I didn’t exactly want my employees to know that I'm screwing my secretary right here in my office.”

I could tell my words stung her. I went over and kissed her on the lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it that way. This is just a very touchy situation. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure it’ll all be forgotten tomorrow.”

She kissed me again, lingering on my lips for a moment.

“I need to see if I can catch up with that temp, okay? Hold down the fort while I’m gone.”

I walked out of my office, cursing my own stupidity. I was really lucky that that the person who had walked in my door was a temp and not my father. It would have been game over for sure. I headed straight to the girl's desk to find it empty. Just great. She’d probably headed home immediately, just as embarrassed as we were. I’m sure she didn't want to have the conversation any more than I did. How could I blame her? I’d try to have a chat with her again first thing in the morning.

I texted Sasha and told her I hadn't found the girl, but that I was returning home for the day. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work, and I wasn't in the mood to see Sasha right away, either. I wasn't sure how I should handle the situation, but I knew it was essential that I talk to the temp as soon as possible. This wasn't something I wanted lingering in a young girl’s mind. I wanted to reassure her that things with Sasha and I were serious, and that I wasn't just having office relations with my secretary. It was far less scandalous for people to know there was a relationship rather than just two people screwing in an office.

I considered going to the girl’s home, but I figured that might freak her out too much. Following her home after the show she had seen in his office probably wasn't the best move to make, boss or no boss.

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