“Fuck yeah! Give it a whirl.”

  “Okay, but let me just finish my beer first. I may need a little liquid courage.” Here goes nothing…

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  Nick

  Holy shit she has big tits! Delilah is full of surprises. First, I tell her to order dinner for us and she gets us pizza. Pizza! Every other secretary I have ever had, strike that, every other woman I have ever known, would have either ordered lobster and caviar, or a dainty crap salad. Then, she has the nerve to ask to pay half. If I were a lesser man, I would be insulted. She continues to astound me by offering me a cold beer. What did I do to deserve the best secretary ever?

  But when she leaned past me to grab her beer, I almost choked on mine. She is always wearing such baggy, ill-fitting clothes, that I would have never known how big her tits are. It makes me wonder what else she’s got going on under there. She is so petite that I think she has a rockin’ bod - all soft and curvy, just the way I like it. Shit! I really need to stop thinking about her this way. But by the way she chugs beer and scarfs pizza, it’s probably more logical to assume she’s a little chub and totally out of shape. Yeah, let’s go with that theory. Definitely not my type - thank God! And I can’t believe she calls me out on sniffing her. I am totally busted, but I think I am convincing enough so that she believes I am just coincidentally taking a breath at the exact same time. Fuck me! I need to get a grip. I haven’t been laid in so long that she is starting to get under my skin.

  However, then she lays it on me. The crème de la crème. The piece de resistance. The shit storm that descended on her last Thursday. The story of how she ended up working for me, and fucking with my head…

  “Let me just give you a little back story first, so you can understand the complete and utter Fuck-trastrophy I went through in order to get here.” She begins, and for some reason has my complete attention.

  “I graduated from college with my business degree eight years ago, and got an awesome offer in my field right away. I excelled at my job and was even employee of the month a few times,” she says proudly. I nod my head for her to continue.

  “And then the economy took a nose dive and the company I was working for went under, so I found myself unemployed. While at my job, I made several contacts in the legal field, and decided to take a temporary job with a firm until the economy swung back. That’s how I ended up as a secretary for the Bitch.”

  “The Bitch?” I ask, an eyebrow raised.

  “Yeah, that’s what I called her. She was the most arrogant, self righteous, egotistical…ugh…so I just always referred to her as the Bitch,” she says now getting annoyed. There is something so cute about her when she starts talking rapidly using her arms. Crap, stop thinking of her that way! She is telling me the story about the worst day of her life and I am not supposed to be looking at her that way. I am her boss; we have no personal relationship.

  “Do you want more? Or is that enough sharing for tonight? You seem a little spaced out,” she says with a shy smile. I think she is avoiding telling me what really went down.

  “No, go on, go on. You have me enthralled,” I reply with a smirk, as I take another bite of pizza.

  “Fine. So it was last Thursday, just like any other day, except that it was my birthday. I woke up with my alarm, lying next to my handsome boyfriend of eight years.” She takes another swig of her beer, and I can’t help but watch her lips wrap around the bottle.

  “You have a boyfriend? You never leave during lunch to meet up with him. Wait, at your interview you said, ‘no husband, no boyfriend, no kids.’” This is an interesting bit of information. Did she lie to get the job? I am starting to get pissed off. I do not like liars!

  “Do you want my story or not?” she asks. I nod my head and she continues.

  “Okay, so for the past few months he had been kind of distant with me. I knew that he was really stressed at work, and so I just assumed that he was distracted from it. But then Thursday happened, which I now refer to as ‘the worst day of my life which coincidentally led me to this incredible job so was probably the best thing that could have happened to me!’”

  I chuckle briefly at her description of the day and wonder if she is going to tell me the details of what really happened. She is quiet for a few moments, takes a deep breath, and continues.

  “That morning, like I said, was like every other week day. Except when he got out of bed, it was as if he was avoiding me more than usual, popping out without so much as a kiss. I knew that I complained to him a lot about the Bitch so I avoided the topic completely. I asked him if I can come meet him for lunch, or even a quick screw, but he turned me down for both. He told me that he already had lunch plans and convinced me to call my girlfriend to meet her for lunch for some ‘girl time.’ Almost like he was doing me a favor. So that’s what I did.” She shrugs her shoulders and looks to the ground, seeming embarrassed.

  “He turned down sex? That should have been your first clue that he was up to no good,” I tell her, trying not to make her feel even worse. I can tell by the way that she can no longer make eye contact with me that what she is going to say next could break her. “You don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to, Delilah. I can tell that this is bringing back powerful emotions.” What the hell is wrong with me? Why the fuck do I care how she feels?

  “No, no, I think saying it out loud will help bring me closure. I need to move on, and not let what happened dictate where I go from there. It doesn’t define me. I am whom I am despite of him, not because of what he did to me. “

  I catch myself staring at her and shake my head hoping to rid all thoughts hanging around. I don’t even know the full extent of what she has been through yet, and I am already so awed by her. She is exactly whom I assumed she is – confident, strong, self-assuring… shit, I am in trouble.

  She starts talking again and that brings me out of my thoughts that I certainly should not be having. “So I met my girlfriend, Charlotte, for lunch and we had a great time catching up. We discussed my situation with Ryan, and she convinced me that he loves me too much to hurt me, and that he was probably just stressed from work, as I was thinking all along.”

  She finishes off her beer and stands to grab another. She raises it toward me, asking me nonverbally if I want another, I nod, and she grabs another for the both of us. Even in the middle of an emotionally charged, trauma-filled story, she is still thinking about me and taking care of me. Who is this woman?

  She takes a long swig and looks at me as she continues. She looks so defeated, her eyes so sad, any earlier sightings of a sparkle completely gone. But she is looking at me, as if she needs me to give her the strength to continue. So I smile and say, “Hey there, Delilah. You got this. Get it all out so you don’t ever have to think about it again.” She has turned me into a God-dammed mother fucking pussy!

  She takes a deep breath and spits out the rest of the story so quickly that if I didn’t know her, I would think it was completely made up. This shit is so insane it couldn’t have really happened.

  “I got back from lunch and walked in on my boyfriend fucking my boss over her desk.”

  Fuuuuuck. And that’s why I never share personal shit with employees.

  Chapter Four

  Nick

  I am sitting at my desk, staring sightlessly at the paper in my hands because I’m thinking about what’s going to happen when Julianna gets here. She is going to expect me to fuck her on my desk as I usually do, but after what Delilah told me, I find that I can’t put her in that position again. It just doesn’t seem right.

  Julianna is going to be one tough cookie to deny, though. I am seriously attracted to her, but only on a physical level; she is a good enough submissive in bed, but she can be a real bitch in the courtroom and out. I almost jump out of my skin when my phone beeps and Delilah’s sweet little disembodied voice fills the room.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Santino. Ms. Ramirez is here for your meeting,” Delilah says.

  “Great, send her in.”

  I take a deep breath and blow it out. I can do this. I can fight my baser caveman instincts and not have sex with Julianna right here in my office, on my desk. Technically, we are meeting to talk about a plea deal, not to fuck. I am in control of this situation, always have been, and I will not be swayed by the Latina goddess about to walk into my office. I stand just as my door opens and she walks in with a seductive smile on her face. I sneak a glance out the windowed wall separating me from Delilah, and I see her trying her best not to watch, but her eyes keep lifting to see what is going on.

  I stand and stick my hand out over my desk for Julianna. “Ms. Ramirez.”

  She stops dead and stares at my hand before lifting her eyes to my face. “What are you doing?”

  “Saying hello and shaking your hand?” I offer, trying not to wince at the confused look on her face.

  “Since when?” She demands, her dark brown eyes narrowing.

  “Since I got a new secretary,” I say through my teeth in case Delilah can read lips for whatever reason. “Just shake my hand and sit down.”

  Julianna scoffs, and shoots a glance in Delilah’s direction before she shakes my hand and sits down in the chair in front of my desk. She brushes her long, nearly black hair over her shoulder as she crosses her long toned legs. For being Latina, she is fairly tall at about five feet seven inches, without heels on. She is built like a freaking supermodel and has the most beautiful perpetually tanned skin I have ever seen. Her face is so gorgeous that I have no one other than Jennifer Lopez to compare her. One physical downfall? Fake tits. Either way, my goddamn cock is already straining to come out and play. Julianna leans forward a bit, purposely showing me her cleavage. Damn her!

  “Don’t you want me, Nick?” She purrs, her dark eyes blazing with desire.

  “It’s not that I don’t want you, cause I do...” I say, stopping when she stands and comes around my desk. “Jules, what are you doing?” I sigh and rub my stubbled jaw with one hand.

  “Taking what I came here for,” she says and starts unbuttoning her blouse.

  Luckily, her back is to Delilah.

  “Julianna, stop! I’m not doing this right now.” I insist, trying not to stare as she parts her blouse, showing me her voluptuous rack encased in red lace.

  Fuuuck! Of course she wears the one thing that is guaranteed to make me cave…red lace, I fucking love it! I scrub my hand over my mouth, sure that I’m drooling. I lift my gaze to her face, and she is giving me a knowing smirk, which automatically pisses me off. Who the fuck does she think she is? I’m the one in charge here, not her! I’m the one who gets to say whether we have sex or not, not her.

  “Close your blouse, Julianna…now,” I say firmly.

  Her smile slips and she hastily buttons her blouse back up. I push out of my chair, forcing her to back up. I move toward her, crowding her personal space as I lean down to get in her face.

  “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I call the shots here. This is my office, so when I say we’re not going to fuck right now, that’s final, understand?” I growl angrily.

  Julianna swallows hard and gives me a nod.

  “Good, now go sit down, we will go over the details for the case, and then I will get us a room for tomorrow night.”

  She collects what pride she has left and sits in her chair. “Okay,” she replies softly.

  I glance at Delilah before sitting down at my desk, and she is staring a little too hard at her computer. Who knows what the hell she thinks is going on in here. Shit! After Julianna and I hash out a plea deal, I walk her to the door.

  “Thursday night works for you?” I ask, confirming that she is free to meet me tomorrow to get our fuck on.

  “Yes, tomorrow night is fine,” she says quietly now that she has been firmly put in her place.

  As she walks out, I go to Delilah’s desk. She is studiously ignoring me.

  “Hey there, Delilah, can you do me a favor?” I ask. I have found that I enjoy teasing her about the song now. It is rare for me to find a woman I enjoy witty banter with, and she rewards me with a quick eyebrow lift.

  Delilah finally looks up at me. “Sure, Nick. What’s up?” she asks warily.

  “Call up the Ritz and book a room for me for tomorrow night,” I say with a slight smile. Asking her to do that for me feels uncomfortable, and a little creepy. Like she is my madam, setting up my next trick.

  “Oh…I…um, yeah, sure, no problem,” she stammers, dropping her gaze again as she pulls up the internet on her computer. Great, now we are back to no eye contact! I can’t afford to lose her as my secretary, she is so fucking fantastic at what she does. Note to self: from now on, book your own hotel rooms for doing the nasty. Although I know she will always be discreet, she doesn’t need to be subjected to my dalliances.

  “Put it on my credit card and give me the details later,” I say then start for my office, rubbing my hand across my stubbled jaw, trying to work out in my head what just happened. I could have hit that quick, but chose the higher road…because of Delilah? Crap!

  I walk into my office and shut the door. I go over to my desk chair and drop heavily into it. I try to rub a kink out of the back of my neck that suddenly formed from all of the aggravation that Julianna caused. I am certainly going to have to punish her tomorrow night for her behavior. I am definitely looking forward to that.

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  Delilah

  Today is Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday. It used to be one of my favorite days of the week. Until that Thursday happened, of course. Now I wish I could skip them all completely. Well, maybe not this one; today is going to be a good day.

  I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I kept replaying the day as it unfolded. Ms. Ramirez completely caught me off guard. I mean, I knew he had a meeting with the lead prosecutor to discuss Joey’s case, but I certainly didn’t expect her to look like that. It figures that she would be drop dead gorgeous. I didn’t even want to stand next to her to walk her into Nick’s office, so I just called him through the intercom. Chicken shit.

  I tried not to watch their interaction, but rumor around the office is that they have something going on. They seemed pretty professional, as far as I was able to see, that is until he came out and asked me to book a room for them. I felt so defeated. I am not sure why because I know in my head that he will never look at me the way he looks at her – I caught him checking out her ass when she left. But it still hurt. I guess because somewhere deep down I know that I want him, and I really am worthy. I may be frump girl, but I am smart and honest and giving and a hard worker and have a kick ass sense of humor. But he will never look at me like I am sexy or sophisticated or his.

  I guess the one good thing that came of their meeting is that she offered Joey a good deal. I am so happy for him.

  I shake yesterday out of my head, stretch my arms, and hop out of bed. I set my alarm early this morning because I have something special planned. I smile at myself for my ingenuity. When my mom told me that I had an interview with the Santino Criminal Law Firm, I made sure to Google the Firm to get any details I could. During my search, I found a little piece of information I plan to use today.

  Since I couldn’t sleep last night, I made use of my time baking a cake. I go to the kitchen and pull it out of the fridge, readying it to be frosted. After weeks of working closely with Nick, and ordering and picking up all of his meals, I have also learned what exactly it is he likes for breakfast. So I pull all of the ingredients out of my fridge to prepare him his perfect home cooked breakfast – an egg white omelet with chopped vegetables, whole wheat pancakes topped with fresh strawberries, and freshly squeezed orange juice. I also asked Carmella if she knew his favorite dessert, so I will pick up some fresh cannolis and a coffee from his favorite café on my way in to work. I laugh at the thought of how he is going to react. I know he will pretend to be unaffected, but there is no way this won’t at least make him smile. And that makes me smile even wider.

  He is not a huge chocolate lover, so I made a banana cake, and am going to frost it with a peanut butter cream cheese concoction that I have always gotten rave reviews on. I pull out the fondant I had resting in the fridge and start making balls with them to decorate. At least to him they will look like balls. To me, they are tiny meatballs…my way of paying homage to the nickname I bestowed upon him the first time I laid my eyes on him – my Italian stallion – a nickname he can never find out. It’s my own sort of payback for all the times he teases me about my name. I would never let him know how much I love it, like he said before, he can see it on my face. Thank God he can’t read all of my thoughts. Anyway, I chuckle to myself as I place the meatballs on top of the cake in the shape of the number “33.”

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  a little more Delilah…

  I made it to work with ten minutes to spare. I had to wait a little too long at the café for Nick’s cannolis and coffee and was worried he was going to beat me here. There is no such thing as customer service anymore. I want to make sure everything is perfectly set up before he gets in. Carmella saw me carrying everything in and offered to help, but I want this to be all me. I placed the omelet and pancakes on a glass plate, got him silverware from the kitchen, and poured his coffee into an insulated mug. I also found one of those metal dome thingys to cover it all with to keep it warm. Score! I put the orange juice and cannolis in the fridge for later. It is going to be a day full of surprises. I set the plate on his desk, along with the silverware and coffee. I usually hand him his coffee in the morning, but it just looks so perfect on his desk, I leave it there meanwhile.

  Right on time, I spy Nick walking through the door, giving Carmella a nod and smile. I am sitting at my desk, pretending to be concentrating on a document on my computer screen. I feel him getting closer, so I look up to an unhappy face.