Entrapment

Chapter 5-Isabella Stone

Dylan

"s**t!" I stood up from my scorching hot, now stained paints.

"I...I am sorry Mr. Saunders." The girl also known as my new secretary stuttered while trying to wipe my suit.

"Cleaha," With a glare I sternly called her name, "That has been the fourth time in this past three weeks that not only have you lost the papers for the Anderson's account but I had to take my suit to the dry cleaners because of your incompetent lack of nature."

This girl basically just started to work for me after HR had an ear full of my rant and yet she is the opposite of what I look for.

"I...I..." She attempted to yet again apologized. How the hell did she graduate college?

"Stop saying sorry. Instead I expect you to do your job correctly." I yelled at her.

The poor girl look frightened with tears in her eyes. "And cover up your damn body. You are distracting my employees here." For the past few weeks she has been coming in dresses you would wear to a night club. Her breast was already about to fall out and if she ever squats well that would be for the whole world to see.

And right now I do not need one of my employees starting up s**t. What would people think of me. I know I am not one to talk but I made sure there were no real rumors that can be turned against me. Aside from my cold exterior but that's just it.

"Are you going to fire me?" The girl Cleaha batted her eyes in an attempt to woo me.

It's too bad though that she is dumb as a cucumber. What the hell was HR thinking sending her over. Her IQ is that of a rat.

"Well," I pressed my lips into a thin line, "If you do your job properly then there would be no need for me to replace you."

Cleaha beamed. Apparently she mistook my silent threat as a compliment.

"Of course sir." She stood there silently just waiting for my next move.

"What the hell are you just standing there for, get me Mrs. Harper Walker in my office now!"

"Right away sir."

After leaving me, I slump back in my chair, work was becoming more and more stressful. Without a competent secretary work just seems to pile up.

"Mr. Saunders, Mrs. Walker is here to see you now." Cleaha spoke through the door.

"Send her in."

Looking up, Mrs. Harper Walker sauntered her way in closing the door in the process. "You requested to see me."

"Actually I have some paper works that needed to be signed..." I didn't have time to even finished my sentence when she was now sitting on my lap.

"You called me here for business." She hiked up her dress and rubbed her ass on my now harden erect member.

I did call her to give her the papers but I could use a stress reliever.

"Tempting but I just needed for you to send these papers to your husband and..."

"Shh..." Her fingers were instantly pressed against my lips, "Don't talk about him. Besides I can see you are in need of a good massage." Her fingers traced down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt in the process.

"Mrs. Walker, as much as I would love to take you right here and now, I do have a lot of paper work." I heaved. It was all of a sudden getting hard to breath.

Watching Mrs. Walker leaning back, she had lowered herself between my legs, her fingers were rubbing the inside of my thighs.

I was now relaxed, while she had unbuckle my pants and pulled out my d**k.

Slowly she wrapped her tongue around my d**k, kissing it. I couldn't help but hiss from the slightest touch from her.

It was like all the things that were in my mind flew out the window. "Oh fuck." My words drawled out.

"You like that." She cooed. I know this is wrong after all she is married and her husband is just one floor below.

Enveloping my d**k into her mouth, it was warm and I felt myself hitting the back of her throat.

I was now puffing, and my breathing seemed to escalate. Gripping my arm chair, my knuckles turning white as I had felt myself building.

"Mr. Saunders." Just then and without knocking Cleaha bursts into the door stopping and gaping at the same time. Her eyes bugged out as my bare chest was out on display.

I could only imagine what she was thinking seeing Mrs. Walker was behind my desk unable to be seen.

She just stood there not even hinting of leaving. "Cleaha out now." I ordered.

"But Mr. Saunders, where is Mrs. Walker?" I glared at her menacingly.

First she looses the Anderson's account, then she spills coffee on me and now she is hell bent on disrupting my life.

Leaving in a haste she slammed the door shut before bursting in again. "What the f**k is it Cleaha?" My voice now deadly.

"Mr. Walker is on line one asking for his wife Mrs. Walker."

Shit.

Slowly Mrs. Walker released herself from me and poked her head only for Cleaha to gasped.

"Look little girl can't you see we are busy so tell my husband I'll be down in a moment."

I could see the jealousy in Cheaha's eyes but I couldn't care less. "Mrs. Walker aren't you married? What would your husband do if he were to find out." She threatened through gritted teeth.

Straitening herself out, Mrs. Walker stood up while I had button and pulled my pants up. "Are you threatening me?" Mrs. Walker glared.

"Get the f**k out Cleaha!"

"But Mr. Saunders." I don't have time for this kind of dramas.

"Cleaha, I gave you a set of rules and I had expected you to follow my orders." I admit half of me was disappointed she had interrupted but the other half was sort of glad, none the less Cleaha has been becoming clingy.

Ever since I had hired her, I haven't had woman in my office. She always had a knack for interrupting and to say I was sexually frustrated was an understatement.

I also gave Mrs. Harper Walker a small smiling stating this was over before we even started anything.

"But Mr. Saunders..." Mrs. Harper Walker ushered me hoping to probably finished what she had started.

"I'm no longer in the mood."

With one last stare at me, I watch Mrs. Harper Walker walk out but not before giving Cleaha one last glare and a shove.

"Mr. Saunders, I am sorry that I ruined your um..but..."

"Cleaha you're fired."

"Fired? You are firing me?"

Why was this knew to her. Seriously she doesn't think I would keep her after all the accidents and mistakes she has made. "Did I stutter. Now pack your s**t and go."

I didn't bother to notice the tears in her eyes. Hell I didn't care, she has got to be the worse secretary ever.

Picking up my phone, I wanted to call HR but I'm sure they'd just send another unqualified worker.

Who I need is someone who don't give a s**t with what I do in my office but is willing to put up with all the crap I ask of them.

"Hello Mr. Saunders, how may I help you."

I heard the man spoke, "Get me finance."

"Right away sir."

Waiting for a few rings a woman answered the phone, "This is Stacy how may I direct your call."

"This is Mr. Saunders, I need Percy on the line."

"Right away Mr. Saunders."

A few more minutes, "Ah, Mr. Saunders, how may I help you." Percy is an old time worker at my company. He is very good at what he does and has a good keen eye for people.

"Yes Percy I am calling about a woman you had recommended weeks ago do you recall?"

"Recall, let me think." I could only imagine him smirking, "A woman you say. Another one of your play toys." If I could fire him I would but as I said he is one of my best and trustworthy worker.

"Don't play dumb with me, you know damn well who I am talking about."

"Sorry but I am an old man you may have to refresh my memory."

Is he f*****g kidding me. "Rock..."

"Rock?"

"Yes," f**k what was her name again. "Stan?"

"I'm sorry I do not have any employees by that name down here. What too many woman that you forget their names." He is the only one who is not afraid to give me lip. And if he was my age, I'd be knocking his teeth right about now.

"Look Percy I don't have time for your games. I need a secretary, work is piling up and..."

"I don't know what you want me to do after all you had turned down one of my best workers."

"Fine, I admit I may have acted way to rash..."

"Rash? You kicked her out before giving her a chance to a person who had cleaned your office. She's not a janitor." The old man was right. After that one day with her, my office had looked very clean in fact she had organized my papers from the latest date to the recent ones and categorized them too. When did she have time to do that?

"Did you forget you are talking to your boss right now."

"Now how could I forget my pig headed boss." He snarkled.

"You do know I could have you fired."

"Go ahead and let's see if you can find someone else to replace me." He challenged knowing there is no one else more qualified than him to do his job.

Fucking old man. "Just give me her name god damn it."

"I have a few conditions, first."

"Conditions?"

"Why yes because once you see how she works trust me you would never let her go."

"Very well."

"First you have to work around her schedule."

"What! That's ludicrous. You do know I may pull an all nighter and may need her here when I am here."

"Well you just have to find away around that, not all of us are workaholics."

"Fine, are there other conditions."

"Yes one more, you have to give her holidays off."

"Now why the hell do you want me to do that?"

"Oh I don't know because everyone wants not to work on holidays."

I was getting annoyed but if I wanted a secretary I will just have to abide by them for now.

"Okay is that it?"

"Last I want her to have medical benefits and set her up on a 401 k plan."

"I can do that, anything else?"

"Nope that is it, her name is Isabella Stone."