Kendra Page 3

  Sitting back down at his desk, he hung his head on the cool table. She had been demoted? Because of him? Now didn’t that shoot down his hard-on. Never before had he felt remorse for a decision he made, he was a shark, weeding out the weak and focusing on the strong in any company and he had a reputation for being damn good at helping companies come back from bankruptcy, but Kendra being demoted to a receptionist had his balls in a twist.

  Just as he was about to open up a new email to HR, his door opened again and Tamara sauntered in. She had on a tight blue dress with matching blue patent stilettos. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in curls; her eyes lit up as she moved toward him. Yep, she definitely thought he had requested her.

  “Hi, Chad. I’m your new assistant. I promise I won’t let you down like Kenny did.”

  Kenny. The name he would never be allowed to call her. But fuck he still wanted to.

  “Kendra,” he corrected her. “Her name is Kendra. Please take a seat, we have some ground rules to go over.”

  Kendra picked up her name plate and walked with purpose to the front of the office to her new desk, ignoring the fake sympathetic expressions as she tried to feign dignity. That shithead had called HR and asked for her to be assigned to someone else, only problem was, there was no one else to be assigned to. She was the only assistant left and now, she couldn’t even say that. She was her worst fear - replaceable. Fuck Chad Caraway, was all she could say. Slamming the nameplate onto the top counter, she unpacked the box she had just filled and started filling the drawers up. Everyone was whispering about what may have happened between them, but no one would guess the truth. HR hadn’t even asked her how she felt about it. It was just an email explaining the new allocations and that she should voice any concerns with her HR coordinator. Who lived in the United States and wouldn’t know her name if she tried to explain anyway so what was the point. Tamara had to be loving this.

  The little tramp.

  Kendra was fuming and yet she was incredibly turned on by the whole situation. She had only pushed him away because if he got serious about their one fuck, she would be out on her ass. Managers were more important than support staff.

  Clearly.

  Maybe she should have just let him fuck her on his table, at least she would have gotten something out of this situation then.

  Switching her computer on, she immediately brought up SEEK and started browsing for another job. There was no way in hell she was going to sit by and be a damn receptionist.

  Just as she opened up a job ad, her internal communicator pinged with a message, blocking her screen. Clicking on it, she could see Chad’s name pop up. Without reading his message she typed out a quick reply.

  Kendra: this is monitored. I hope its business related.

  Chad: please, just have a coffee with me. I need to explain.

  Kendra: Receptionist needs to be here until closing.

  Chad: After 5 then?

  Kendra: I’m busy. Why don’t you talk to your assistant?

  She set her status to Offline and continued logging into the systems she needed to have open for reception. She remembered how boring reception work was which just made her anger mount until finally she could feel herself beginning to crack. Jack was the only one who was going to understand this.

  K – Meet me for drinks tonight?

  No response. Usually, he responded right away. Frowning, she put her phone in her drawer and started typing and taking calls. During the day, she checked her phone every hour and still no response from Jack. As the day neared a close, she opened her drawer again and finally saw a response.

  J – Not tonight.

  That was it. No explanation, no smart ass remark. Something wasn’t right. Maybe Nicki had gotten to him again. When their divorce had finally gone through, Nicki had hurt Jack ridiculously. He still loved her and yet she would send him pics of her hooking up with other men. Having sex, the same thing that caused their divorce. He’d thought had been his fault, that something was wrong with him. It had taken Kendra four months to break that attitude of his and help him through the pain.

  Instead of pushing for him to come out, she figured she could go alone. No one was stopping her and she had her cute little black dress in the lockers downstairs. She really needed some tension release and that bartender was the perfect excuse she could concoct for having a drink alone.

  Kendra spun in the mirror of the change room at work and decided right then and there, it was time for a diet. She wasn’t fat by any means of the word but she wasn’t exactly skinny either. But….it would have to do. Grabbing her bag, she headed to the lifts. The doors opened a few seconds later, and wouldn’t you know it…Chad stood at the back, looking as surprised as she was.

  Kendra moved inside and turned her back to him. She could hear him shuffle behind her but she refused to give in and look. As the doors opened to the Ground floor, she moved out of them like a bull on speed. He grabbed onto her wrist and wheeled her back to him.

  She managed to avoid colliding with his body but that didn’t stop him looking her up and down as if he could devour her whole. “You look amazing.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Look,” he said, moving closer. So close that she could smell his fading cologne. “I didn’t know what they would do. I just knew I couldn’t work efficiently with you as my assistant. Please understand that.”

  “You don’t need to worry about me distracting you for long.”

  With that, she moved away from him and headed for the bar. Screw Chad and his smoky hazel eyes. Screw him to hell.

  Chad looked through the personnel file of everyone in the office. No one stood out from first glance. Tamara’s file hadn’t surprised him. The kid just wasn’t handling the pressure of being an assistant too well but he had to give her kudos for trying. The workers of that office did their jobs well, so why was the company losing money? He flipped Helena’s profile up on his screen and read. She had been nothing but nice but he didn’t really see her purpose. They had a receptionist and an assistant. The workers did their own thing and ordered their own stationery. What did Helena do all day?

  After finding nothing sinister, he closed his laptop and stood up to look out over the city from his window. The office was empty. He had been here all night trying to figure out how to bring it back to its glory. He heard the alarm code beep off just as the sun came up to settle over the horizon. Odd, it wasn’t an auto timed alarm, so that must mean someone was in the office already.

  Opening his door, he looked out to see long legs walking toward the reception area. Dear God. Kendra was wearing a tight little skirt with pantyhose with that little black line down the centre of the back of her legs. Gone were the sensible heels and in lieu of them were sky high red patent stilettos. Her hair hung down around her shoulders in bouncy waves.

  His cock pressed against his pants, making a tent of them.

  “Kendra.”

  She stopped on her way to the reception desk and turned to him, surprised. Her face was painted like that of a…well like that of Tamara. Bright red lips to match her shoes, and smoky eyeshadow with thick black eyeliner to bring the colour out in her eyes.

  “Come here, please.”

  “But-“

  “The phones can wait.”

  She seemed to hesitate for a moment before giving in and coming toward him. She wasn’t walking, no, she was purposely sashaying like the tempting little minx she was.

  Heaven help him.

  He moved back into his office and let her walk in before closing the door. “Sit on the conference table.”

  Kendra frowned. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  She put her bag down on the ground and moved tentatively toward the table. The confident sashay gone. Kendra pushed up onto the table’s edge and looked over at him.

  “Open your legs.”

  He wasn’t even trying to hide his raging hard on, instead he was registering every movement of her body. She did as he
commanded, realising what he wanted. Her confidence was back as she slowly revealed red lace panties under her skirt.

  “Like what you see?”

  Chad moved toward her. “I wanted you before, Kendra, but you're obviously trying to provoke me into action. You win.”

  He pushed her gently back so she was laying back on the table, her legs over the side. Moving the office chairs to either side of her legs, he put a foot on the handle of one and the other foot the second chair. His hand ran down her smooth thigh, stopping when he noticed her stockings were thigh high.

  His dream.

  His finger found her pussy through the lace barrier and pushed slightly which earned him a small moan from Kendra. He continued to rub along her slit, her moaning turned into gasps. That red lace barrier was becoming wet and clinging to her womanly lips as he found her clit and began to rub the lace onto her tight nub.

  "Chad!"

  Her gasping got louder and louder, her body shaking with intent. Moving the panties to one side, he dipped a finger into her wetness. Her pussy walls contracted around his finger. Damn but she was tight. He slid a second finger in and felt her walls widen around his stocky fingers. Kendra's back was arching off the table as he increased his rhythm inside of her. Her soft walls becoming tighter as he pulled her over the edge of an orgasm with just his fingers. God but he wanted to taste her. As Kendra exploded around him, he slowly pulled his fingers from her and smiled down at her. She took hold of his hand and pulled herself up before smiling wickedly up at him and placing his wet fingers into her own mouth, cleaning him off. His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, screaming to be stroked and sucked. Kendra let his hand go and slid to get off the table. Chad stopped her, bringing his mouth crashing down onto hers, licking into her mouth so he could lap up what juices she had left. Relishing the taste of her, he groaned into her mouth and held her close. He knew she would be able to feel his hard-on, and hopefully he could use it on her but not now…

  Kendra pulled away first. "People will be coming in soon."

  With that, she picked up her bag and headed back to her desk as if he hadn't just finger fucked her on the conference table he was due to have a meeting on in an hour.

  Taking his cock into his hand, he worked it with a few tugs, finally exploding against the wall. He'd be hard for her in a few hours again, he was starting to think it would be a constant feeling so long as she was close by. He grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned his mess up.

  Kendra tried to wipe the smile off her face. She knew her attire would get attention but never did she think Chad would finger fuck her in his office. Anyone could have walked in on them.

  And that just made it ten times hotter.

  She turned her computer on and sat down just as the elevator dinged to announce it had arrived on their floor. Helena and Tamara walked out, laughing and chatting. Kendra’s eyes almost bugged out of her head as she took in Tamara’s appearance. She wore a business dress that went to her mid-thigh, sheer black pantyhose with black patent pumps with a modest heel. Her long blonde hair was tucked into a neat bun and her eyes weren’t a bright colour, instead, they were finely lined with grey eyeliner instead of the thick black.

  “Tamara.”

  Helena waved to Kendra before disappearing down the hall while Tamara headed toward her.

  “What's with the outfit?”

  “Chad seemed to like the outfits you wore…but obviously, you did something to piss him off so now…I have my chance.”

  Without waiting for a response from Kendra, she turned on her heel and headed down the hall. Kendra couldn’t even be shocked by the comment because the phone began to ring.

  She answered it and transferred to Chad before going to work on the emails received overnight. Her communicator pinged and Chad’s name popped up.

  Chad – come to my office.

  Smiling, she got up and straightened her skirt before she headed down the hall. Did he want to fuck again? With everyone in the office? Tamara looked her up and down, only now noticing her outfit. A surprised expression crossed her face before Kendra turned and entered Chad’s office.

  Her smile dropped when she saw how angry he was.

  “You are never to put my ex-wives through to me. Make sure all calls go through to my assistant from now on.”

  “Uh…I didn’t know it was your ex-wife. She only asked for you, that is our policy…we put the calls through to whomever they ask for.”

  “Put the calls through to Tamara then. She will know what to put through and what not to put through.”

  That cut her. How could Tamara know more about being his assistant in two short days?

  “Fine. Will that be all?”

  Chad waved his hand at her dismissively and she left, keeping her eyes to the ground until she got back to her desk. Well…that was short-lived. Those amazing fingers were never going to fuck her again. What the hell was wrong with her? It wasn’t as if she was losing something she could never have again. Any man…or woman…could do exactly what he did to her in that office…

  This was exactly why she hated men. They were too damn emotional.

  ***

  Kendra packed up her bag and turned her computer off. It had been a long day in the office since Chad had decided to be an ass and she was long overdue for a drink at Mama’s.

  “Kendra…”

  She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. His tie was loose around his neck and his shirt was untucked a little from his belt. He looked like a wreck.

  “I'm heading home. Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow, right?”

  “Just…stop…please.”

  She put her bag down and turned to him. Her feet were aching from being in such ridiculous heels all day long and the tight top she wore was digging into her.

  “I am sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier. There was no need for it.”

  “You were angry, I get it. You won’t receive any transfers from me.”

  “I shouldn’t have been so harsh. My exes are a weak spot for me.”

  Kendra shrugged her shoulders. “I guess that happens when you fall for every assistant you have. I'd watch out for Tamara, she's looking to be wife number 3.”

  She picked up her bag and walked past him toward the elevator doors. The doors opened before her just seconds later but she felt her arm yanked back and she spun around to hit the wall. Chad closed the space between them and slammed his lips against hers. His tongue lashed out into her mouth, melding against hers in a searing, pantie soaking kiss. Kendra moaned when Chad’s hand pushed her skirt up and pulled at her underwear, pulling against her clit. She could feel the throb begin pulsating throughout her pussy. His lips pulled from hers and he touched their foreheads together, trying to catch his breath.

  “I don’t fucking want Tamara, and you know that.”

  “Prove it.”

  She knew dismissing him would make him mad but she never expected him to act this way. Chad’s hand cupped her pussy and pushed against her silky folds. His fingers sought out her opening, shoving aside her panties and diving inside of her. Kendra gasped as his finger roughly pushed into her hole. The pain mingled with pleasure as her pussy soaked his fingers with her womanly juices. He pulled his finger from her and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down. She felt his cock bounce up to her wet pussy, causing her core to clench with anticipation. His fingers gripped into her panties and yanked them down her legs. She stepped out of them moments before he hefted her back up, and wrapped her legs around him. His eyes bored into hers as he pushed the head of his cock into her opening.

  He stopped, waiting for something. That only fuelled her lust all the more.

  “Fuck me.”

  Chad needed no more prompting. He slid into her, his large girth stretching her, filling her. He groaned into her neck as he slowly withdrew and plunged in again. Squeezing her ankles together, she pushed him in further still. He snapped to attention and pulled out slightly before ramming back
into her hard. Kendra’s head hit the wall but she didn’t care. She grabbed at his back and fisted his shirt as he unleashed his delicious torrent of pounding into her. His fingers gripped into her thighs and held her still while he unleashed a pounding so intense she felt her orgasm begin after mere seconds. Her walls tightened around him as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her hard.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock slowly moving in and out as her orgasm continued.

  “Don’t stop.”

  She ground her heels into his ass, pushing him back inside her fully. His groan was loud in her ear, but he needed no further pushing. He took over, slamming into her two more times before his load shot up into her. He pulled from her and gently put her down on the ground, making sure she was stable before yanking his pants up.

  “I don’t know how you can affect me the way you do.”

  “Maybe…it’s not such a bad thing…we both fit…we can have fun doing whatever we want. I don’t want a boyfriend so you don’t have to worry about it getting out.”

  He turned to her, a cheeky smile present on his face. “You want to have fun? That’s it? No strings? Come on…don’t take me for a fool. No woman wants that.”

  Kendra shrugged her shoulders and pulled her skirt down before bending to pick up her discarded panties and grabbed her bag. She stuffed them inside and looked over at him. He had his hands on his hips, sexy as hell, given he had just fucked her senseless against a damn wall and his look told her that he didn’t believe her.

  They never believed her. As if hook ups were a man’s domain and that was it. Whatever, she thought.

  “If that’s what you choose to believe than its good we got it out of our system,” she turned toward the button for the elevator. “But I think you already know I'm not like the girls you know.”

  She saw the look of temptation on his face as she stepped into the opened elevator and the doors closed. He was hers. And that excited her more than the thought of walking home without panties on.

  Chapter Five