Desk Duties

ADRIEL’S POV I can’t move. For an instant, I imagine his hands on my body. At the foot of my bed, he kneels naked between my legs, oh this man. My thighs are spread wide, my feet on the floor, I sleep on my back with my arms on each side of the bed, you know; for easy grabbing, open and ready for him. My mouth water, my nostrils flare, chest rising sharply. My n*****s are already hard, p***y wet. His large hands grasp my waist from the bed. “Just one taste, Adriel”. He asks looking at my standing n*****s. “Kyle...” The words fold on my tongue as he looks deep into my eyes. “Hmmm, so pink, so drenched and so enticing”. He says with a smile. My jaw drops as he finishes his monologue. God, I love this man. I keep replaying the voice in my head until a long finger thrusts into my p***y. I’m still absorbing, getting my bearings as he rubs it around my channel. Tapping, teasing and circling my c**t until I drip down his wrist. “Oh God, f**k”. I scream, grabbing the sheets of the bed. I’m still reeling as his hands disappears from my c**t and he drops it on my boobs, he cups them, he lowers his mouth to suck on one n****e, then he bites it, only stopping when my moans are becoming too loud. He licks the line of my lower lip. “You can’t handle the things I want to do to you”. He utters. As he talks, his thick, long and very hard c**k press against my lower waist, I look down to take a look. Damn, bold veins I can see even in the dark, it is very hard, a 6” one... “You want some?” He asks, looking at my rising chest “I want all of you”. I answer. He stands tall, gripping my thighs open and... “Adriel!!! Adriel!! Adriel!”. Adrian calls out. “What?” I shout and snap out of my imagination. “Shouldn’t you be at work, girl it’s 8:30 O’clock in the morning”. Adrian shouts back and walks out. Shit! Did I just have a WET VISION! I sign out loud. “Oh, I’m late for work, s**t! my boss will be so pissed at me”. I scream. I run into the bathroom and start to prepare for work, while doing that... ‘Oh, hi! My name is Adriel. I am a 22-year-old accounting graduate of University of Lagos, Nigeria but I work as a fashion creative stylist and my boss’s personal assistant in Kyle Kouture. “Yes, that one, the famous clothing brand. Adrian is my best-friend, we both graduated from University of Lagos. We both stay together with one other flat-mate. I have to get ready for work, Bye guys!’. KYLE’S POV I walk into my company. “Is Adriel in yet?” I ask the secretary. “No, she is yet to sign in”. She replies and I walk straight to my office. ‘I am Kyle, the chief executive officer of Kyle Kouture, one of the biggest fashion industry in Africa. I am a 25-year-old international fashion brand management graduate of University of West London, London’. I love my job so much, I resume to work as early as 8:30 O’clock and I expect all my employees to be in before me, guess what?’ My own assistant is yet to arrive by 8:30 O’clock. I start to think and wander in my thoughts. Still in my thoughts, I hear a knock on my door. “Come in!” I say while taking my seat. “Good morning, Kyle. I’m so sorry, the traffic was crazy! Got stuck in a jam for about two hours, you know Lagos... Adriel keeps rambling and rambling about why she’s late. “You said this twice last week, today is Wednesday and you said this same thing on Monday, Adriel. I do not run a charity organization! You will not keep coming late to work and want to get your full payment every time! We can’t keep adjusting deadlines because of a traffic only you face in this company. I complain all the time! I’m sick and tired of it, how can it be only you the faces traffic every time from Ajah to Victoria Island, you are not the only one that stays in Ajah. Send in your resignation letter if you are too tired of your work and let’s find someone more capable, Get out of my office!” I bark out loud enough for the whole company to be aware of my wrath while she walks out quietly, shutting the door behind her. I hear another knock on my door. “If it is you Adriel, I do not want to see you until I call for you!” I shout. “Good morning, Kyle. It’s me”. Jasmine says from outside the door. “Come in and sit”. I say while adjusting my suit. “Hi, Kyle. I’ve worked on the designs like you requested for. I made sure to incorporate the key elements you mentioned the other day. I want your take on it”. She says to me, trying to avoid my face. “You want my take on a work I gave you since last month, Jasmine”. I scoff. “Erm... I’ve been busy with other projects sir”. She says to me. “Other projects? I, the boss is not aware of? Well, the bridesmaids will be needing their designs very soon and it still has to pass through to the tailoring department, so I reassigned your project to Adriel, get her to come here with her team on your way out”. I say and continue with my paper work while Jasmine leaves in shame.