Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

She swallowed, adopted a look of extreme vulnerability, and said, "He wouldn't like it, but that doesn't matter. I'm a big girl. I can do what I want. Besides... that doesn't turn you on? Taking a man's wife and his daughter?"

Fuck. The thought of that was a turn-on. As far as I knew, Roger VanCamp had never done a damn thing to me, but the idea of taking both the women in his life against his wishes was an aphrodisiac almost as strong as his daughter. I wanted her even more. I wanted to shove all the stuff off my desk like we were in a bad drama and take her right there. I wanted to rip those other buttons loose and stick my cock in the little minx until I coated the walls of her vagina with my seed.

Our lips brushed each other for a full ten seconds, and then I threw caution to the wind. Fuck Roger VanCamp. Who gave a shit if Helen had a problem with it. They worked for me, and if I wanted Ashlee, I could have her. Our lips touched.

And then I heard laughter.

It came from somewhere just outside the office and completely shattered the hypnotic trance Ashlee had put me in. I reflexively backed away from the young woman's lips as if they were hot coals. Her arm around my neck briefly resisted, but then Ashlee released me so I could back away. I immediately felt embarrassed that I'd backed away so quickly, and ashamed at my embarrassment. Ashlee could tell that I didn't want the others catching us kissing, and I suddenly felt like I was fourteen and about to be discovered by my mother. I was mentally kicking myself that I'd allowed the moment to be ruined. Why was I having such a hard time remembering who was supposed to be holding the reigns here?

"Is that everything?" I asked again and cleared my throat. Ashlee was smoothing out her dress and gave me an unreadable stare for a long moment before finally answering.

Yes, sir.

Then I should probably find my sister and see what they're doing."

She stared a bit longer, then finally broke eye contact and walked over to the desk to pick up the paperwork. "Yes, sir. I'll get these filed at the office tonight."

"Thanks" I said and made my way to the door, emerging into the entertainment room.

"There you are!" Emily said next to the pool table.

"She was just telling me about some of your cartoon crushes," Erin said with a little wave. "Daphne? Really?"

"What's wrong with Daphne?" said, walking over to them and trying to compose myself a little more. I briefly glanced over my shoulder and noticed that Ashlee hadn't followed me out.

Erin studied me for a pregnant moment, clearly noticing that something was slightly off with me. Her brown eyes searched mine, looking for some sort of answer that would have been visible in my expression. My poker face needed some work.

Then the moment passed and she gave me a pitying smile. "It's just so basic. Clearly, Velma is the way to go... or Shaggy if you're so inclined."

"Shaggy!" Emily protested with a giggle. "Not Fred?"

"Don't tell me you're basic too!" Erin rolled her eyes but grinned. "Of course not! Fred's a workaholic. He's the get-in-get-it-get-out type. He probably wouldn't even get you to the finish line before he has to go back to work. Also basic as fuck."

She looked back at me and nodded once in a final decision that brooked no argument. "Nope... Shaggy and Velma are the good ones."

"You're nuts," Emily tittered.

"Agreed," I said.

"Also agreed," Ashlee called out as she slipped out of my office and shut the door behind her

Erin craned her neck to the side to look past me and asked, "You get lost in there?"

"No," Ashlee smiled sweetly, "I just wanted to double-check that everything was signed properly. Didn't want to have to come back."

"You're leaving?" Emily asked.

"Yes," Ashlee replied as she closed the distance between herself and the rest of us, "I have to get this stuff finalized tonight, but it was so good to meet you, Emily. We should do coffee or dinner sometime!"

"I'd like that," Emily said, "I'll walk you to the elevator, and we can set a date.

The pair slowly walked away from Erin and me, chattering about where to meet, and Ashlee threw a glance over her shoulder and gave me one more sweet smile before turning her attention back to my sister. I returned it half-heartedly. Then I felt my assistant approach my side.

"Everything good?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," I said.

"You sure? It looks like your pants shrunk a size in the past ten minutes."

I looked down to see her giving me a smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes. "What's your problem with her?"

"She's trouble," Erin said.

"Isn't she your friend?"

"That's how I know she's trouble. For one thing, she's the one who recommended me to Helen."

That confused the hell out of me. "Isn't that a good thing?"

Erin shook her head and said, "Not if she knows I'm not looking for a relationship,"

"Wait..."

"Yep." Erin said. "You saw the other two Helen had picked out for you. They would have tried to bag you in a heartbeat. Pure competition, and the princess can't have that. Since she has her eye on you, she needs someone safe, but it can't be some boomer who remembers the Regan era or someone who's more beef jerky than a woman. You're too male to go for something like that, so she suggested the only option she thought could work."

"So she doesn't see you as a threat?" I asked.

"She didn't."

"She didn't?" I repeated. "What happened?"

"We just talked a little," she said, leaning against the pool table. "Look, I can tell something went on in there. I told you in my interview, I need transparency. I'm not disappointed. I'm not Jealous. I'm sincerely looking for your best interest."

Erin was right. She had been nothing short of a miracle worker and my own personal angel. She deserved nothing less than complete honesty.

"We almost kissed," I admitted. I slid my hands in my pockets and something felt off. My phone wasn't there. I must have left it on the desk where I was signing the papers. "Come on. I need to get my phone. I'll tell you about it."

Erin followed me into the office while I gave her a brief recap of the entire set of events that led up to us almost kissing. I included the visit to the coffee shop where she first suggested a tryst and the bathroom where we officially met before being interrupted by Helen. Erin echoed my sentiment that it was strange how Helen never clarified the relationship between her and Ashlee.

I found my phone on the desk. Next to it was a wad of frilly pink fabric that hadn't been there earlier. Erin picked it up gingerly between two fingers as I retrieved my phone; the small ball of fabric unfurled as she held them in front of us, revealing it to be a thong. The patch of fabric meant to cover the crotch was much darker than the rest of the garment, and there was a strong odor of arousal in the air.

"I think this confirms how she feels about you," Erin said with another smirk.