Chosen by the Boss

I have one rule that I live by, never mix business with pleasure.

No woman was worth the complications that came with the two.

Then I got a new secretary. A young woman that even had a tempting name. Desiree.

It was too close to desire.

Things got complicated.

I wanted Desiree in a way that was completely new to me.

Always hard around her, my mind was the only thing holding me back from claiming her as my own.

I knew better.

I know that Desiree wants me.

I can see it in her jade-green eyes. I can see the need and desire she has.

I make her wet. Her squirming tells me all I need to know.

But I know better, even if she doesn't.

I'm not the right man to take her innocence.

She doesn't know that I won't be easy.

I want her bound and blindfolded in front of me. I didn't want her to see what was coming.

Desiree wasn't that way though. She wasn't submissive.

It would take time to break her.

Time that I didn't have.

She was against the rules. Would going against them be the end of me?