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Eve Langlais - My Secretary, My Mistress

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When it comes to pleasure, shes making all the decisions Isabelle and her boss Grant had a one night stand that rocked, but since then hes been avoiding her. Miffed at his behavior, shes determined to bring him to his knees. Drawing upon her dominant and kinky side, she first makes him regret his actions, and then makes him come crawling back for more. But Isabelle is after more than just revenge and sexual satisfaction. The question is, can her boss let go of his inhibitions and let Isabelle take charge?

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Eve Langlais

My Secretary, My Mistress

My Secretary series 1, 2010

Chapter One

Grant sneaked out of her bed like a thief-tip toeing and barely breathing, desperate to evade capture. She watched him with one eye partly open, wondering if he could truly be so callous after the night of frantic lovemaking in which theyd indulged. Surely he felt some remnants of the passion theyd shared. Her body ached pleasantly.

Once he was dressed, he approached the bed and gave her a soft kiss. She pretended to be sleeping, but couldnt stop the half smile that curved her lips.

Hes mine now.

* * * * *

Monday morning at the office, Grant acted like nothing had happened.

Isabelle, get me a cup of coffee and then dig out the files for the Peterman case, he demanded without even looking up.

Isabelle, whod worn a brand new pantsuit that showed off her curvy figure, bit her tongue. Were at work, and I know how dedicated he is. You watch. Hell probably take me to lunch or dinner.

That didnt happen. Instead, her boss left the office on supposed business and didnt return for the rest of the day, even though she lingered until well after five in case he came rushing back.

Annoyed, she went home and made herself a nice martini with an extra olive. I could have sworn he liked me. After all, he couldnt get enough of me on Saturday

Just thinking about that evening made her squirm in her seat. Shed had such grand plans for the two of them. But today, Grant had acted as if she barely existed. Surely he hadnt been that drunk. And even if hed over imbibed before they started, he sure as hell had been sober by the time they were done.

Maybe he didnt want to be caught socializing with romantic intent at work. That had to be it. The big boss, the one everybody in the company had to obey, frowned upon office affairs.

Fine, I can respect that. I'll approach him after work. She refused to admit that he had her phone number and could have called her anytime.

* * * * *

The next day, Isabelle dressed to the nines and arrived at the office with an expectant smile, only to again be disappointed. Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. Grant barely acknowledged her existence and never once met her eyes. He couldnt run away two days in a row, so instead he closeted himself in his office, feigning phone calls whenever she popped in to bring him files.

The more aloof he acted, the more Isabelle's ire grew. How dare he ignore me after playing with my body so intimately?

Her attempts at engaging him in conversation were met with polite evasions, and somehow she couldnt manage to speak to him alone after work.

She tried to corner him again on Wednesday. Grant," she said, "about Saturday night-

"Sorry, Im needed down in accounting," he said, cutting her off abruptly. Can this wait until later?

Of course, later never came.

By the end of the day on Thursday, Isabelle had reached her boiling point. Like a trained military operative, Grant evaded her using skills and techniques that defied belief. She even attempted the oops-I-dropped-my-pencil routine while wearing a stupidly short skirt. For a moment, when shed straightened, she thought she saw a flicker of interest in his eyes, but just as quickly the polite mask shed come to hate came over his face again.

Screw him. She needed to go at this differently. Instead of waiting for him to act or say something to acknowledge what had transpired between them and continue from there, she plotted an operation of her own, called Operation: Get The Boss. It was simple, really.

On Friday, she brought what she needed to accomplish her first objective in a large carry all. When he told her at five oclock he would be working late, she was ready. He also ordered her to run across the street to fetch him some dinner before she left-with no mention of dinner for her, of course. No matter. It gave her the perfect excuse to implement her plan and bring him to heel.

* * * * *

Awareness returned to Grant slowly, discomfort immediately, and overall, confusion reigned supreme. What the hell?

He opened his heavy eyelids to see that he still sat in his office. I must have fallen asleep. That's odd, because the last thing I remember is eating dinner.

Grant tried to shift his stiff body into a more comfortable position, but discovered he couldnt. His forearms were bound to the armrests of his chair, and his torso was lashed to the back.

What the fuck? He pulled at the ties holding him, straining and cursing. After a few minutes, he realized he couldnt break free. His many hours on the squash court were no match for the superman strength required to liberate him from the silver duct tape wound around his forearms.

Still unsure how hed gotten into this position, he debated calling for help. What if whoever did this to me is still here, though? They might come back and do something worse. And wait a second-wheres Isabelle? I remember her bringing me my dinner. Did they do something to her, too?

At the thought of his secretary, burning shame crept through him. Hed noticed the way shed expectantly watched him all week. Confusion had filled her eyes each time hed met her gaze and pretended not to see her silent plea. Yes, hed taken the cowardly route and ignored her, even if he couldnt forget what had happened on Saturday night. The most glorious, passion filled night of his life.

But one night of bliss was not enough to make him throw away years of dedication. Why the hell am I even thinking about that now? Who cares if I want to touch and taste her again? I need to find a way to free myself.

Being a victim went against every grain of Grant's being. He liked to be in charge and make people dance to his tune. The fact that hed been so easily subdued stuck in his craw. I am going to be a laughingstock.

Grant eyed the touchtone phone on his desk. His hands might not work, but perhaps if he maneuvered himself, he could use his face to make a call like hed seen in the movies. Dragging his chair, using his feet-and thanking himself for ordering one with wheels-he rolled to the left side of his desk where his phone sat. After several panting moments, he finally drew close enough to push the handset aside with his jaw. Then he was faced with a daunting dilemma.

How do I push the buttons?

Glad nobody was there to see him use his nose-a facial trait that had been described as aristocratic by more than one lady-he attempted to push the numbers for the guard in the lobby. Hed debated against nine-one-one, as the humiliation and emasculation at having been trussed like a turkey would have been more than he could bear. Its bad enough that Im going to have to ask that goof of a night watchman to free me.

The phone double beeped, signaling that the call had been transferred. He waited impatiently for the guard to answer, sweating and thinking about what to say. A click sounded when the line was picked up.

Hello, Grant, his secretary said in dulcet tones. I see youre awake.

Isabelle? Grant said, not at all happy to hear her voice. He didnt want her to see him so ignobly captured. Listen, can you get the guard up to my office? I kind of have a problem.

Oh, my, she said, with a hint of mockery. At least he now knew his dilemma hadnt extended to her. Ill be there in a moment.

And with another click, she hung up.

Grant cursed, his need to be rescued warring with his not wanting to look weak in front of Isabelle. Not that it mattered, for his door swung open only seconds later and she walked in wearing a long trench coat.

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