CHAPTER 18: OFFICE HOTNESS

He woke up early the next day so he can go home first before going to the office.

She knew she could no longer control her heart so she just let herself be happy with him for as long as she can.

She was busy doing her reports and was so focused on her work when Mrs. Dominguez spoke to her. Clayton was not in the office at that time.

"Did you know Clayton talked to all the staff outside?" Mrs. Dominguez started.

Mrs. Dominguez calls Clayton by his first name when no one else is around as Clayton requested also.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at the old woman.

"Are there any new rules in the company?" she asked in astonishment.

"Oh yes, there is!" as if she was tickled she answered right away.

She was so intrigued by her reaction that she waited for her to continue.

"Clayton said, if he hears anyone gossiping about you then that person will be fired directly from the company. That was why Catherine was fired, right? She was the source of the gossip here," it seemed like she was excited to tell her.

That answered her question when most of the employees look away whenever they cross paths. She could not believe what she heard.

"Admit it, is our boss courting you?" Mrs. Dominguez's voice was teasing her.

She could not answer right away and she felt her cheeks become hot again.

They both looked at the door when it opened and Clayton entered.

"Good Morning, ladies!" he greeted them with a big smile.

"Good Morning, Sir," she replied.

Mrs. Dominguez also greeted their boss.

"Oh, if by chance our boss heard my question to you, I'm sure I'll be fired too in no time," she whispered to her with a laugh.

She just smiled shyly as a response to her before facing the computer again.

"You might want to share the joke with me," Clayton curiously asked them.

She heard Mrs. Dominguez giggle even more.

"I just asked Samantha if anyone is courting her here at the office," she said to Clayton with a smile.

She automatically looked at the woman who just winked at her.

"Who?" suddenly Clayton's voice rumbled with a serious face.

"Just ask Samantha, because she hasn't confirmed it yet," the woman didn't seem afraid of Clayton's reaction but she still seemed very happy.

She didn't know what to say, especially since Clayton was waiting for her answer.

"A-ahhmmm ..." she couldn't think.

"Mrs. Dominguez, can you please go to the other branch in Sampaloc and bring this folder to Miss Ruiz," Clayton ordered as he just picked up the folder on his desk.

"H-huh?" surprised the woman asked. Clayton hasn't ordered the old woman to bring documents to other branches ever so Mrs. Dominguez was really surprised.

"Mang Berto is downstairs. Just let him take you there," he said referring to the company's driver.

While saying that the man does not take his eyes off her.

The woman quickly stood up and picked up the folder Clayton had handed her. She opened it and frowned when she saw the contents of the folder.

"I think these are only empty bond papers in the folder, Clayton," she said to the man

"Yeah, Miss Ruiz needs them," he said nonchalantly.

Still surprised and confused, the woman just obeyed Clayton's orders. She just looked at the computer and continued her work even though she was also confused.

When the old woman left, Clayton spoke again.

"So, who's courting you here in the office?" he still hasn't forgotten the question.

"W-what? It was nothing. It was just Mrs. Dominguez's joke," she muttered as she pretended to be busy with what she was doing.

"Can you stop what you're doing and come here," his tone was commanding and not pleading.

She stopped what she was doing and took a deep breath. She saw Clayton sitting at his desk. Reluctantly, she stood up and approached him.

When she was in front of him, he held out his hand to her. When she reached for it, he pulled her closer to him.

"Is anyone flirting with you here?" He still asked seriously as one of his hands was on her cheek.

She smiled as she stared at him.

She doesn't think he will stop asking that question until she answers it.

"Funny, huh? What's his full name and from what department?" He seriously asked.

She laughed out loud at that question. She remembered the question he asked Catherine before he fired her in an instant.

"Sam, I'm serious," he frowned again.

She stopped laughing and looked at him seriously as well.

"What would you do to him?" she did not know why she thought to ask that.

"I'll fire him right away!" there was no hesitation in his answer.

"Why?" her chest throbbed in response. She was barely breathing as she waited for the answer to her question.

The man was also stunned. Even he is contemplative. Eventually, he avoided looking at her. His eyes went to her blazer. Suddenly, one by one, he removed the buttons of her clothes.

"Clay..." she held his hands. She wanted him to answer her question.

But he didn't seem to hear anything and just kept opening her buttons. When they were all opened, his hand went under the skirt she was wearing. He squeezed her thigh before climbing to the top to the part between her legs.

She had forgotten about her protest earlier and she involuntarily closed her eyes. Her head tilted up as she clung both her arms to his neck.

His hand had already entered her panties.

"Clay..." she muttered softly.

She gasped when a finger went inside and touched her cut which is starting to get wet. She even parted her thighs a little so as not to make it difficult for him to deepen the penetration of his finger inside her.

"M-maybe the door isn't locked," she asked worriedly even though she was still moaning at what the man was doing.

"Wait," he said quickly and removed his hand from her panties. He went to the door and made sure it was locked.

As Clayton approached her again, he took her hand. He pulled her onto the small sofa in the office. She let him sit down. She wanted to be the one to make him happy this time.

She immediately knelt down in front of him as his thighs spread as he sat down. She suddenly grabbed his swelling manhood that made Clayton moan.

"Ahhh! Shit, Sam!" She knew he just kept himself from growling out loud.

She didn't take her eyes off the man's face as if she was massaging that hard part between his legs even though he was still wearing something that would cover it.