Dangerous Affair with my hot boss

CHAPTER 004: A DARK SURPRISE

~~MARC~~

"You f*****g pretentious bastard." Bobby, my best friend, laughed like a f*****g hyena through the phone, irking my eardrum.

I grunted, gulping down whatever remained in my tumbler.

My heart was ticking like a bomb in my chest.

I hadn’t been this scared the first time, so why was I f*****g scared now?

"It's not funny, Bob. I'm a total mess right now, which is very unlike me."

I prided myself on being an organized, reserved man. It was part of the reason I could successfully run a multi-billion-dollar company. Some people called me controlling; it was the exact reason my ex-fiancée, Jennifer, left me and got married in two weeks. It was the hardest time of my life. I was drowning in heartbreak until Bobby rescued me. He had cajoled me into signing up on an app he got great chicks from. I agreed because desperate times called for desperate measures.

"You told me you were never going to f**k a chick from EliteHook after you had your rebound from Jennifer."

Yeah. That was the f*****g plan—until last night. I was going through some contract emails when a notification from a long-forgotten app popped up. Surprised and curious, I tapped it open, and it was a match request. My heart punched against my ribs.

Name: Suzy Bentley

Age: 27

Occupation: Secretary

I almost back-clicked until I glanced at her "about me" section. It was like an instant magnetic pull. I could still remember every word of it:

'..I'm not your typical good girl, but I do try. I’m the kind of woman who gets your attention without meaning to. Sweet on the outside, a little bored on the inside... but very open to exploring what happens when obedience meets command.'

"..when obedience meets command." I’d chanted it.

My f*****g dream girl. I didn’t know what she looked like. Hopefully a redhead with plump t**s—like her. Elena freaking Baker. The sweet bane of my existence. A knot twisted in my stomach as pictured her beautiful freckled face, alluring green eyes and a plump red mouth that I desperately wanted to kiss.

I shook my head, pushing away unethical thoughts of my secretary.

"It will be just tonight. Just to know if she's what I want."

"Stop making excuses, man. You're as much a freak as I am." He sniggered.

Then, I heard the sound of the security system going off, and instantly, I sprang up.

"She's here." I blew out a hard breath.

Bobby whistled.

"Make sure you show her just how much of a Christian Grey you—"

Reflexively, I ended the call, meandering to a darker corner.

She was wearing heels—I could tell by the clicking sounds that filled the room.

Her bag rustled, then stark silence. That was my cue.

"You’re late." My voice came out deeper than I wanted. I decided to keep it that way.

A startled shriek answered me. I heard her stumble. So she was jumpy and nervous. Interesting.

Still hidden behind the dim lighting, I watched her silhouette move. She had a small frame, curvy too. She was trying hard to act composed—like this was business as usual. I could sense she was a bloody newbie.

“Um…” she muttered, stepping further into the room. I caught a glint of red in the dim light, and my blood pounded in my ears. She was a redhead!

“It was difficult getting here…”

Wait a damn minute. I blinked, realizing there was something familiar about her voice. Too familiar. The kind of voice I heard every damn day in my company, giggling and chatting like that was all there was to do.

It couldn't be her. Aside from the fact that this voice was slurrier, the chances were zero. Ellie Baker was married—I’d almost punched the wall when I found out that annoying piece of information.

I was thinking too much of her again. Ever since I matched with this woman on that damn app, I’d been imagining her as my secretary—the woman I actually wanted writhing beneath me as she moaned my name. The woman I wanted to hear the word "Master" from. Pathetic. I needed to get laid. That’s all this was.

“You sound nervous. Is this part of your act?” I asked, masking my suspicion with teasing.

"Yeah." She answered with a breathy, unsure voice.

Fuck. She sounded just like her. Was this a gift from the universe? A compensation for staying celibate for almost six months and wanking off to mental images of my secretary?

Probably not. I must have been on God's blacklist.

“I can’t see you,” she added. “Is it part of your game?”

I didn’t answer that. I only smirked, though she couldn't see it.

“Move forward,” I commanded.

Like a puppet on my string, she obeyed.

Christ. The way she responded to dominance—it stirred something primal inside of me. There was tangible s****l tension between us, which was wild because we were absolute strangers in every sense.

“Stop.” she did.

I moved toward her slowly so she couldn’t see me, but I wanted her to feel me—the weight of my presence. I wanted her as tensed as possible.

When I circled her, her face was cast in darkness. Only her hair shone, and her bright red lipstick. Her breathing changed to something ragged. She was so very tense and excited.

Without warning, I pulled her into me—her soft body slammed into my chest. A gasp escaped her lips.

I caught her scent—sweet and subtle, like something fruity. Like her. Again, my mind whispered: Ellie. This was what my Ellie smelled like.

Fuck.

I stiffened as I felt her hands skim my torso. Her touch was so delicate, so curious, so hungry. She traced the hair on my chest like she was fascinated.

I grunted with s****l frustration and lifted her onto the couch. Her thighs parted wide enough to accommodate my big frame. I knelt in between them.

“You’re soft. So very soft,” I murmured, leaning close enough to nibble her earlobe. She shivered and moaned a little.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you wet, pet?”

She didn’t answer. No matter. I already knew she was beyond moist.

“Never mind. I’ll just see for myself,” I grumbled, spreading her wider as I dug my head in between her legs. The scent of her arousal hit me like nicotine. I couldn’t wait another second to taste her. Hooking a finger into her lacy panties, I pulled them aside and took a swipe with my tongue. She jerked, her hands instantly gripping my hair.

I didn’t stop. If anything, I got wilder. I devoured her like she was my last meal and I was starving.

She continued to moan, barely audible, as if she were trying to suppress it. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body trembling under my tongue.

And then, from nowhere, like a sudden storm crashing over a sunny day, she moaned,

“Oh, Mr. Ashworth, keep going, keep going. I’m close, I’m so close.”

It felt like I’d just been hit by a brick on the head.

I pulled back instantly, almost falling on my back as her words rang in my ears.

Mr. Ashworth.

Standing up abruptly, I backed away. My breath caught in my chest as I tried to understand what the f**k was going on.

No way. No f*****g way she had just said my name. I must have heard wrong. There was no possibility she knew me by that name.

“Hey, I know that sounded creepy,” she started to explain in a husky voice, “but here’s the thing… I have this super hot boss. His name is Marcus Ashworth. He’s an arsehole, but he looks like pure hot sex.”

My head exploded. There was a sudden buzzing in my ears. I blinked and blinked, hoping to wake up to reality, but I was stuck in this nightmare.

“You can call me whoever you want! Maybe a lady from your workplace or a random woman you’ve always wanted to shag but can’t.” she offered.

Jesus Christ. I couldn’t breathe anymore. That voice, that familiar scent, the curves, the damn redhead.

It was Ellie. My secretary.

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My fists clenched at my sides, my jaw locked. I tried to steady my breathing, but it was impossible.

“Are you mad? Did I ruin the mood?” she asked, moving toward the wall.

“Turn on the light,” I muttered, breathing heavily.

“I can’t find—”

“Right next to you. Turn it on.”

I waited, impatient, dreading the next seconds. Suddenly, the room lit up like the sun fell through the roof.

“So, like I said, you can—” She stopped mid-sentence, half-turned to me.

Our eyes locked. She was frozen for seconds.

“MR. ASHWORTH!” she choked, eyes wide with terror. She was in cheeky green dress which was now hunched up mid thigh. Thankfully, I was still in my trousers or this would have been a million times worse.

"Did I—did I turn you into my boss?! Oh my God!” She looked at her shaky hands like she’d just cast a magic spell.

In two long strides, I got to her and grabbed her arms.

“It’s me, goddammit! It’s me. Mr. Ashworth. I’m Mr. f*****g A! Calm the f**k down!” I shook her gently, trying to snap her out of the shock. She dropped into the couch like her legs couldn’t carry her.

“How the f**k did this happen? Of all the women in the world…” I turned away, dragging my hands through my hair as pain struck in my head.

I couldn’t f*****g believe this. My f*****g secretary. What were the damn odds?!

I stormed into the room and returned with my phone. I tapped on it hurriedly. I wasn’t thinking straight. I just needed her gone. I needed to shut this off, right now.

“What are you doing? Are you calling the cops?” she asked, a trace of panic in her voice.

I looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“I’m getting you a ride home,” I snapped.

She nodded, then opened her plush red lips to explain something again.

“But Mr.—”

“Don’t say anything,” I snapped, shooting her a glare.

“Your ride will be here in a few minutes. Go downstairs and wait. Don’t talk to any man until you get home to your husband. Is that clear?”

She nodded, then slowly waddled to the door like a wounded penguin.

“Type in the damn code,” I said, frustratedly, after watching her fumble with the door for unbearable seconds.

She squeaked as she found the keypad and typed in the digits.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Ashworth,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. Her eyes were big and glassy and so f*****g innocent.

I stared at her, swallowing hard.

“Just go,” I said, turning away before I did something stupid. Before I told her to come back and kneel before me.

The door clicked shut behind her. I stood there in a room that still smelled like her. With her taste still on my lips.

Fucking hell.