Under His Skin

Charles slammed the door to his office. His personal assistant was irritating. If she didn't do her job so well he'd have fired her weeks ago. So far she had lasted longer than any of his other personal assistants. She had been working for him for two months.

In two months time, she'd managed to get under his skin in the most annoying ways. Like how she always sounded like she'd ran a mile whenever she spoke to him. She also pushed the limits when it came to proper office attire. Her skirts seemed very short on her hopelessly long legs and some of her blouses gave him a clear view of her undergarments due to the shear material. He could almost swear it was intentional when she leaned over his shoulder and brushed against him when she read the file at the same time as him.

It made him have a physiological response that he didn't welcome when it came to his office staff, or any other woman, for that matter. Every time it happened he'd be purposely more harsh with Gemma but she seemed oblivious to his snark. Harshness that sent grown men from his office shaking or sent women running away in tears. Not Gemma. She laughed at his sarcasm, even lobbing a few comments of her own back. She didn't care that she was courting death.

So, because she wouldn't quit and he didn't have sufficient reason to fire her, he endured the daily onslaught that was Gemma.

He grabbed his phone and dialed her extension. She immediately answered his call. She always did.

"Are my suits back from the dry cleaners yet? And I need the Xiao account." He spoke in a cold, clipped voice.

"I'm picking up your suits at eleven. I'll get that file for you right now." She answered. He hung up the phone without saying anything further.

His door burst open and Gemma rushed in. For the first time today he took in her latest office attire; a body hugging, short skirted red dress. Crap!

"Knocking. It's a novel concept. Ever heard of it?" He snapped.

"Sorry, here's your file. And your breakfast." She leaned over to put the meal on his desk, her cleavage looming closer. Curse it all!

Before she stood back up she made eye contact. "Do you want me to do anything else for you?" Her breathless voice asked.

Yes. Bend over my desk while I take you.

"No, nothing." He said aloud.

She left the room but the sexual tension remained. He dragged his hand across his face in utter frustration.

He took off his suit jacket and walked out of his office to her desk. She was typing something while she worried her bottom lip between her teeth drawing his attention to her mouth.

He tossed his suit jacket at her and barked, "Put this on. You need to cover yourself better."

She put on the jacket and said cheerily, "Thanks! It was getting cold in here."

"If you'd wear more clothes then you wouldn't get cold." He growled.

"Or...if you'd let me adjust the thermostat to something above Antarctic I wouldn't be cold either." Her smile still just as bright.