sex-me boss.

When Finn arrived at the company, everyone stopped in their tracks to wait for him to pass as if he were a king, which was almost as if he were the king of his company. As he passed his secretary’s desk, he saw how many women were there to apply. Yes, only women, because he wasn’t crazy about taking on a man as a personal assistant when he was one himself. They were all blow-up dolls and although he liked the pussy of that kind of woman when his dick decided it, he was very serious about taking them on as assistants even if they weren’t going to be doing anything big apart from booking hotel rooms for his various business trips.

When Caroline’s office phone rang, she began to sweat. She was already three years into her service with this man. He’d never yelled at her, he’d never spoken to her badly, but just the timbre of his voice made her sweat like never before. She was just his HR manager, but since he’d fired his personal assistant and his secretary was doing too much, it was up to her to manage all these tasks. After wiping off the big drops of sweat that were about to stain her blouse, she picked up the phone and heard his harsh, gravelly voice telling her to get back to her desk. She wondered what was going on since she had wanted to interview him herself, but he had flatly refused. She got up very quickly and went to her desk.

-Mr. Martinov.

-Yes, Caroline, I’ve been asking you to find me an assistant and a secretary for a month now, and so far I haven’t found anyone, so you’re going to continue to be my HR manager, assistant and secretary until we do.

-But I’ve put the press release in the most popular magazine in the country and you’ve seen that there are candidates, sir.

-They’re just waiting for a moment of distraction on my part, so they can take my photo and create a buzz on their social networks. For the time being, we can still keep the current secretary, even if she doesn’t do anything worthwhile, but she’s not clingy. I want an assistant, but a foreign one. I don’t want a Russian doll.

Russian doll, that’s what he said, but he could have had a semblance of an interview before dismissing them instead of throwing them out like that, but she had no objections to make for fear of incurring his wrath. She left her office and, in a hurried tone, told the candidates that the interview was cancelled, then slipped back into her office to avoid hearing their exclamations.

Worse morning, Elena had finally arrived in front of the company she wanted to apply for. She was about to enter when she saw some of the girls coming out as if on fire. She frowned at them. From the way they were dressed, she knew they were there for the job and whatever was chasing them like that, she was going to go in too before she saw. She followed the path she’d been shown from the second floor and once on the top level, she crossed an office that was ajar and was almost to the second door when someone tugged on her arm. She was ready to spit out her anger when the face of a girl almost twitching with fear presented itself to her. She was going to believe they spanked people in this company.

-Hello, are you here about the job?

-Yes.

-Follow me.

She followed her into the office she’d ignored earlier. It made her want to work for this company, because everything was fresh, unlike the smell of the pills she’d be sniffing all day long if she were in hospital.

-Normally, the interview’s been cancelled, but maybe you’ll get lucky, you see. May I have your name, please?

-Elena Montoya, almost a biomedical science graduate but I promise I can adapt and I’m from New Orleans.

-Exactly the profile we’re looking for. Don’t worry, you’re already taken, you’ll just have to go to the big boss’s office right now and please, Elena, when he says one, avoid saying two for fear of incurring his wrath. This man is a wall of ice with an attitude like the tip of the iceberg. You’ll listen carefully to what he has to say, and that’ll be that.

Elena didn’t think she was going to like this boss, given her secretary’s warning. She believed that work was more enjoyable when the boss was able to communicate with his employees without scaring them, but given Caroline’s attitude, it was as if she was wrong. They left her office and headed for her boss’.

Finn had thought his morning was going to be as quiet as the church was when the priest was preaching, but apparently he had congregants who were far more curious than a child who couldn’t wait to find out what his wrapped present was. When he ordered the person in his deep, rumbling voice to enter, he saw Caroline. Ah, that girl who couldn’t stop trembling every time she got within a few feet of him.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

-A new candidate, sir.

-Russian doll?

-No sir, she’s from New Orleans.

Finn couldn’t wait to see what a New Orleanian looked like. He’d dated all sorts of women in his life, but looking at his record, he couldn’t remember ever having to deal with girls from this country. Just out of curiosity, he was going to receive her. He nodded to Caroline, urging her to let the candidate in.

-I told you, don’t answer him even if what he says irritates you to the extreme.

Nonsense, thought Elena. She certainly wasn’t going to shut up and watch this man treat her badly or talk down to her when she had the ability to talk back to him. When Caroline let her pass, she entered the office and, without knowing it, the first thing she saw made her blood run cold. That coat, hanging so elegantly as if someone were wearing it, reminded her of an unfortunate morning situation. She might have thought that anyone could have that kind of coat, but no, it could only be the same one.

-Perhaps you’d like to help me clean it, Miss?

This voice was not at all unfamiliar to her; on the contrary, she thought she’d heard it before, and where exactly, in that dream that seemed so real when this stranger was about to make love to her. It was the same voice, but not so coldly timbred. That night, it was just husky and so sexy. When she turned around, she looked at the man and even though he was sitting down, his size was still intimidating.

-I’m… hello…

-Have a seat, Miss, before you tell me what brings you here.

She trotted along in her heels, which were already hurting her toes. When she sat down, she sighed slightly at ease, something Finn had noticed even though she thought she’d been very discreet. He regretted why he’d been so kind, because given her attitude, she seemed very lazy.

-Introduce yourself, Miss, and tell me why you’re so far from home in Russia.

-my name is Elena Montoya and i decided to apply here because i desperately need a job. my uncle, doctor Johns, was desperate for me to go to medical school because for him it’s like a family heirloom, but it didn’t interest me at all. there were only three months left until i graduated, but i couldn’t stand it anymore.

Finn had just confirmed what he’d thought: she was lazy and only interested in money. He didn’t want to work with someone so lazy, because he knew that sooner or later, she’d start seducing him and finally trap him.

-File rejected,” he thundered.

-But you haven’t even read it, how can it be rejected?

-I’ve already been to the interview and you’ve been rejected, Miss, because your suit is dirty around the middle and that’s not the attitude an assistant to an important man like me should have.

Elena had just understood. It had been him in the morning and he’d even remembered her face because since she’d arrived, she hadn’t shown him her bottom at all. If her suit was dirty, it was his fault because he’d spilled it, but instead of understanding that, he’d just rejected her outright. She stood up with a hatred that didn’t say its name and walked away, but she knew she wouldn’t let it go.

-So when do you start?” asked Caroline.

-I’d rather stay unemployed than work for that wall of ice,” she snapped before leaving.

What she didn’t know was that Finn had heard everything, but it wasn’t time to chase after her just yet.