NATASHA'S LINGERIE

NEAR PERFECTION

I was completely transfixed by the sight of my new boss, Richard King. I have always knew him to be one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in California, but seeing him in person, I instantly had a second and more personalized view about him.

He was a captivating sight to behold, and all his masculinity were very obvious, and could not be conveniently hidden inside his long sleeve shirt.

I stared at the hairs on his chest, which were unapologetically revealed by the two unbuttoned buttons at the top of his shirt.

I must say that the media really undermined his potential in everyone of their broadcast. See him right before my very presence was like been made to come face to face with a demi god. And right now, I felt I have everything placed right into my palms to use, unuse and reuse just the way I like it.

With the sight freely displayed in front of me, I lost the right to the use of my voice. And I stood motionless in front of him, with my mind filled with thoughts of untamed fantasies.

His scent filled my nostrils and I inhaled every ounce of it. I didn’t realize when I closed my eyes in reminiscence of the feelings that occupied me, until his thick and mellifluous and masculine voice caught me off guard.

I knew I had to say something, but my very being was more focused on admiring and analysing the sight in front of me.

“Miss Natasha, are we going to remain here all day daydreaming about matters beyond our control and more particularly unrelated to our purpose or do we begin already”. He asked me.

His question was filled with sarcasm and he didn’t even had the dignity to try to hide it. He sure has a way of kicking a fellow that is down already.

I braced up myself in preparation to answer, but then, I thought of his voice. It was so sweet and deep and masculine and caused this tiny ringing inside of my ears, and I couldn't help but lust after it.

“Miss Natasha”. He said, this time he sounded more serious.

“Just Tacha sir, I would prefer being referred to as Tasha”. I managed to say as I have regained my voice, while trying to maintain a straight looking face.

“No Sir Tasha, I would not tolerate it if you have a problem with keeping to simple instructions”.

He stopped talking and got up from his chair and walked towards the door. When he almost got to where I was standing, I tried to give way to prevent his body from hitting mine, but while at this, I stumbled as a result of the imbalance it caused to my 5 inches pencil heels.

Richard King seeing that I was going to fall immediately grabbed me up and placed me on my feet.

Our eyes met. I was again lost while staring into his eyes but he nonchalantly removed his gaze from mine. I felt bad at his attitude as he was beginning to make me feel really stupid.

“Do I make myself clear Tasha?” he asked.

This man, Richard King was really a business minded personnel just as the media had portrayed him.

Not wanting to anger him any further, less I get what I didn't bargain for. I managed to clear my throat and responded to him.

“Of course Sir, sorry, I do Richard King” I stuttered looking even more stupt.

I tried to gain composure of myself. I am already embarrassed at myself for the way I have acted.

He was not even gentle man enough to try to mitigate my shame. He appeared like he really did enjoy it. Obviously he was already used to getting this reactions from ladies and I think he always delights himself in our woes.

In my anxiety, I used my hands to adjust my clothes and tried as much as I could to avoid meeting his eyes. He stared at me as I do this even though he knows that is what I wouldn't have him do at this time.

“I can see that Tasha, and I hope it remains that way”. He grinned.

After saying this, he moved to the door and opened it.

I definitely hate him already for this. I lifted my face to look at him eyeball to eyeball to fully register my displeasure with him, but immediately I came in contact with his eyes, I unwillingly blushed.

I felt completely betrayed by the act of my very self. I sincerely wish I could make a promise to myself and stick to it.

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Richard King’s POV

“I can see that Tasha, and I hope it remains that way”. I grinned mischievously.

I do understand her situation, maybe better than she could herself. I almost on daily basis get even more intriguing reactions from ladies and some never gets use to seeing me often.

But since she would be walking with me as my secretary, I sincerely hope she fully brace herself up to the realization that she wouldn’t be getting any accolades the next time she displays this wanting attitude.

I don’t intend to afford her such luxury after now. Business calls, and business we must answer. No time for pleasure, I will make it a duty to get her to understand this better and ensure that she makes that part of her daily living as long as she remained in this establishment.

I went to the door and opened it for her to take the lead, but she just stood there looking at me.

O my goodness, I swore within me. I cursed the day my former secretary dropped his resignation letter. s**t, I shouldn’t have accepted his resignation.

Even with all these going on inside of me, I tried just as much as I should to maintain my cool and I managed to bring myself to say to her.

“You can take the lead, hmn.. Tacha?” I said.

I had done that on purpose, just to make her see how pissed off I was already and that her name was definitely the least of my problems and I do hope her little skull would dissimilate that the information properly to her.

“Yea, of course Richard King” she mumbled.

“Rich King Tasha, that would be preferable” I said.

“Okay Rich King” she said.

Rich King, that’s what I am known as in this company. And I guess if she had done her homework more appropriately and detailed, we would not be going through all of these.

She stepped out of the office, and after taking a few steps, she turned to see if I was coming behind. This act of hers got me infuriated, but just as I was determined to on this her first day, I calmed my nerves down before saying anything to her.

“You can go get yourself acquainted with the company Tasha, you wouldn’t be needing me for that. You can go get someone from the Human Resources (HR) incase you need someone to show you around.” I said.

She was just there staring at me, maybe still trying to assimilate all I had just said. But my patience was running out.

“I am having a meeting over a cup of coffee at the restaurant down the road, you would had tagged along if it wasn’t that you are yet to be fully absorbed in this establishment”. I said.

She didn’t make any response, so I continued.

“By the time I arrived, I would hope that you have gotten over all the excitement of working in a new establishment and then we would start fully”.

“Its well noted Rich King” she replied still standing at the spot where she was.

*Seriously*, I said within me. Was I also going to specifically ask her to leave. I came to terms with my fate and I signaled for her to leave and she walks away.

After she had left, I signed. Why is she so timid. I thought to myself. Would I be able to work with her.

If I have not personally gone through her profile myself, and saw that she has an amazing credentials which informed my decision to hire her to work directly under me as my secretary, I would have sworn that there was a mix up somewhere.

Relying on her disposition, I would say that she was too timid for someone with such high profile and work experience. Right now, I can only but hope that by the time I shall return, there is something impressive about her. If not, I would have to reconsider my earlier conclusion of letting her remain in this establishment.

After arriving at my decision about Tasha, I walked straight to the elevator. I have to start going immediately if I don’t intend to arrive late for it. And considering how important this meeting meant to this company, it would be no thanks to the new girl if I should arrive even for a single second late.