On His Desk by Mia Faye

Chapter 2

MICHAEL

My concentration is wholly on the documents in front of me. We are closing the deal today and I’m giving one final look at the numbers when a knock interrupts me. I look up, my face tightening with irritation. I got this office on the fifth floor for specifically this reason: to avoid interruption and to work in peace. My new receptionist doesn’t seem to understand that.

“What is it?” I bark.

We need to give the go-ahead to our operations group to initiate the wire transfers. Now, this.

“The woman I told you about, she brought your phone,” she says, her voice shaky.

She places the phone on my desk and for the first time this morning, I smile. I’m relieved to get my phone back and I suddenly feel bad that I did not tell her thank you personally. She has saved me countless hours. I have so many crucial apps and info on my phone. It’s my computer away from my laptop.

“Did you get her name?” I ask.

“Yes. Ava Bradley.”

“Thank you.” I frown when I realize that the lock mechanism has been interfered with.

I tap and the screen saver comes on. I blink rapidly unable to believe what I’m seeing. A gorgeous naked curvy ass. Smooth and creamy. The kind of ass that you want to nibble on. As I stare at the photograph, the beast in me emerges, and my cock throbs.

What I wouldn’t give to slap this gorgeous ass and then slide my big cock into her pussy.

“Mr. Fowler?”

I look up, surprised to find my receptionist still standing in front of my desk. It’s a good thing that I’m seated because the boner I’m sporting would frighten her.

“Can you get me her image from the surveillance cameras?”

“Yes, Mr. Fowler,” she says. “Mr. Oliver Turner told me to remind you about the interviews.”

The color of her skin turns red when she mentions Oliver’s name. He has that effect on women. Oliver is my business partner and my friend. A natural flirt, women love him, and he loves them just as much.

“Fine,” I bark my bad mood returning.

The last thing I want to do is to attend interviews for a personal assistant I don’t need. According to Oliver, I desperately need someone to organize my calendar and a host of other duties he listed.

My concentration is off and all I can think about is the ass on my phone. I steal another look. I know I’ll be disappointed when I see the owner’s face. She probably looks like a horse. A horse with a fine ass.

The receptionist returns with a printout of the woman whose ass is my screen saver. She places it on my desk and leaves. I wait until the door closes before pulling it closer. I do a double-take. I narrow my eyes and peer at the paper. It couldn’t possibly be, but it is.

I grin like a fool. It is the redhead on the plane. The one with whom I exchanged a look that communicated our thoughts. We were instantly attracted to each other. If we had been elsewhere, I’d have pursued her, and her stare told me that she would have said yes.

Minutes later, I leave my office and bound downstairs to the second floor where the main offices for Hyperion are. The interviews are being held in the conference room and I walk by the reception area fast. The sooner I get this over and done with the faster I’ll go back to my work, which is the core business of Hyperion Investments.

I push the door open just as a brown-haired woman is leaving.

“We’ll get back to you, thank you for coming,” Oliver says to her.

I flash her a quick smile as we pass each other.

“About time you got here,” Oliver says.

“Better late than never,” I tell him. My phone vibrates with a message. I slip it from my pocket when I swipe it, Ava Bradley’s ass covers the whole screen. A chuckle escapes my lips.

“What’s funny?” Oliver says as he shuffles some papers.

I show him my phone. He whistles.

“That’s one hot ass. I’d love to meet the owner,” Oliver says.

I tell him the whole story and he laughs until tears come into his eyes. “That is one spunky woman.”

A soft knock comes on the door and Laura, Oliver’s secretary strides in. “Can I let the next lady in?”

“Yes please,” Oliver says and slides a sheet of paper in front of me.

I stare at the name and my jaw drops. Before I can react, she strides in, a pair of sexy glasses perched on her nose. Ava Bradley. My eyes greedily soak in her curvy body encased in a mini skirt that shows off her shapely long legs.

“Have a seat, Miss Bradley,” Oliver says and she flashes him a beautiful, smile and then shifts her gaze to me.

The smile on her face freezes. She blinks in confusion. I know exactly what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. It was the same thing that had gone through my mind seconds ago. How was it possible that we’ve found ourselves in the same space again?

She recovers quickly. “Thank you.”

She does her best not to look at me which gives me a chance to study her. She oozes sexual energy and yet there’s nothing tacky about her. She’s dressed in a classy yet smart style. I try to imagine her in the washroom taking a selfie of her ass and fail.

A chuckle escapes my lips. Oliver shoots me a glare. I take the paper with her details and write a note for Oliver.

Remember the ass girl? That’s her.

I push the paper to him. He reads and scribbles a note of his own.

You’re kidding.

Not,I write. Offer her the job.

What if she’s awful?

Don’t worry about that.

“Miss Bradley, I see here that your last job was in Washington DC, why the move to a different state.”

Her eyelashes flutter and then tears fill her eyes. Protective feelings come over me and I want to gather her in my arms and soothe her. I want to make everything right for her.

She clears her throat and a shaky laugh escapes her mouth. “I’m sorry. I just wanted a change and a new start.”

Neither of us asks what from. Whatever it is she’s running away from must be horrible and we don’t want to bring up bad memories for her. Oliver asks her a few more questions and gives her possible scenarios in her job. She’s smart as well as sexy. A deadly combination.

“We’ll get back to you,” Oliver says to her.

She looks surprised.

“Do you have any questions?” he says.

She shakes her head and then looks at me and bites her lower lip. All the blood in my body flows rushes to my cock.

I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I want her sprawled on my desk with her gorgeous ass up in the air, and I want to fuck her in my jacuzzi, and I want her on my bed.

I stare at her as she turns to leave. Her ass is just as gorgeous in a skirt. She sways her hips the slightest bit as she walks.

“Fuck,” I say when the door shuts and then turn to Oliver. “You didn’t offer her the job!”

“Take it easy Romeo! I’ll get HR to call her. You don’t want to appear too eager, do you?

“I don’t care about that,” I say and push my chair back. “Just make sure she’s in my office tomorrow. Add twenty percent to her salary.”

Oliver grins. “I’ve never seen you this affected by a woman.”

“Me neither,” I tell him.