Time for lunch

“Oh shit” uttered Vansh; he dropped his files on the floor when he saw her arrive.

She walked in her black pumps, tik tok, tik tok and the chaos all around, instantly quietened. This company was biased, she realized and scoffed at the men to women ratio; two women in an office filled with fifty men.

She was stared or drooled as she walked in her white shirt and black figure-hugging formal skirt that made her already delectable ass stand out even more. She walked straight towards the drooling and worrying handsome figure standing ten feet away from her, ignoring all the stares and whispers that followed her.

As she neared him, he roughly grabbed her hand and pulled her in his office. She stopped herself from falling on her wobbly feet and glared at him for his rude behaviour.

“What the fuck are you wearing? Get out of here! You’re fired” he shouted at her and pointed to the door they’d just entered and only got a confused eye roll in return.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. Do not anger your daddy” he screamed again and grabbed both of her arms.

“Sure” she smiled and asked, “What’s my job?”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? You are fired!”

“And why exactly is that?” she asked calmly as she walked in his cool white office and sat on the table, facing him.

“Because you broke the dress code”

“How though? If I remember correctly, you selected this outfit when I asked about it last night” she reasoned, because they had already discussed her outfit if she decided to work as his assistant the
next day.

“Yeah! But no one asked you to look so fucking hot and tempting and delicious. How is a man with a very excited dick work, when his favourite candy is standing right in front of him, tempting him jump her bones right this moment?” he groaned and stated this as a perfectly excusable reason.

“Can’t even keep your boy in check?” she smirked and bent down to relax her chin on her fingers, “I expected better from you, daddy or maybe just a boy now?” she chuckled.

“Bend over and I’ll show you who the fucking daddy is” he growled.

“Um… maybe sometime later” she grinned, “Now, onto the important matters..” she started when he interrupted her.

“This is important” she heard him shout in her ear and realised that he had crossed the short distance and was standing right in front of him. She looked up to meet his eyes, because with how close he was, she could only see his abs – which were amazing but were too distracting.

“How am I supposed to work here when you look like this in between the ocean of testosterone outside? Nope nope! I’m not taking any risks with you, you are too good to be out there with a pack of men” he said, disgusted.

“May I kindly remind you that you are a man?” she laughed.

“So what? I can accept my mistakes and I know how men are, they are horny bastards that will shove their dick in anyone who allows and if they don’t, they’ll definitely fantasize about shoving their cocks in you. We are still new, what if you run away?” He said, irritated.

“Aw! Is my daddy jealous?” she cooed.

“Of course I am. I want you all for myself” he declared.

“Oh daddy! Don’t you know? They can stare but that’s all they can do. At the end of the day, you’ll be the one, naked and panting, with me” she said as she brought her thumb on her lips.

She licked her thumb, and sucked on it slowly, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. She pulled her thumb out and swiped her saliva on her plump lips, and when she bit he lower lip, he stood erect.

She looked him up and down, and found the evidence of his want standing proudly in his trousers, ready to attack and fill her little mouth. Enjoying the power she had on him, she quickly changed her posture; jumping down from the table she stood on her feet, folded her hands and gave the completely formal impassive face.

“What’s my job?” she asked.

“You can’t change topics this way!” he complained.

“I can and I just did” she said with a smirk, and asked, “What’s my job?”

“So my baby is just not interested in me? How can you do that to me?” he exclaimed dramatically and when he got nothing more than a scoff in reply, he adjusted his voice.

He started, “Your job is simple. You are supposed to assist me anything I want, anytime I want with all you’ve got” and ended with a highly suggestive tone.

“I will do all your jobs, for all your employees” she winked.

“I’m not going to run in circles, I want you on my table, naked. I want you in my arms, throbbing. I want to feel you, kiss you and hear your sweet moans. RIGHT NOW”

“No”

“What do you mean no?” he asked, confused.

“No means no” she replied, firmly.

“But… I want you” he grabbed her hand and placed it on his jeans, right on top of his head. “He wants you too”

“You have a lot of work today, I’m not going to be an ‘occupational hazard’” she said and started towards the door.

“Please. I fucking want to fuck you” he groaned.

“Later, maybe. If you behave.” She chucked and ran out of the room, hearing him shout, “You are going to regret it, I will make you so damn wet you’ll begging me for release by the end of the day”

And he stayed true to his words. She was wet with sweat and begging for some relaxation.

It was 2pm already, and her legs, hands, stomach and all the organs she didn’t even know she had were aching. Her heels were lying on the floor across her table; she had discarded them in only an hour when her back gave up on running with heels on and so, she was now sitting, bare-feet, exhausted and hungry.

The 240 minutes in this office has been extremely busy; she ran up and down the stairs fetching things, reading documents and handling the calls and to-do list of Vansh. She had realized in the first 30 minutes that she wasn’t Vansh’s assistant, not really; rather she was an assistant to the
company as whole.

Everyone, who was anyone in the company, gave her tasks to complete, so when the lunch bell rang at 1:30 she was still working and now there was no one but her in the vast office.

She heard her stomach growl and groaned, no one from the staff was here and lunch for Vansh was delivered in his office half an hour ago. ‘He must have finished his food by now, I will have to eat alone’ she groaned.

She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked up to find the grey-blue eyes she has come to like so much in the recent days, staring at her. He bent down to close her eyelids with his palm and holding her face in his hands, kissed her eyelids softly. He took her hand in his and led her into his office, where a plastic bag full of food was waiting for them on the table.

“Plastic? So much of plastic is going to be wasted?” she exclaimed, shocked and disappointed.

“Don’t worry” he said and before she could reply with a witty, ‘yes of course, I shouldn’t worry. It’s not like plastic is killing the planet I’m staying on’ he added, “It’s not single-use. The bag is a regularly used plastic bag and there are steel tiffins(containers) inside.”

‘Oh! Nice. I’m just a little protective of that so…”

“That’s actually good. There must be someone who worries about nature or I don’t know what will happen of us”

He held her waist and placed her on the table, grabbing a spoon and a tiffin box from the bag, he stood I between her legs. He fed her a spoonful of rice and while she chewed, he whispered, “Time for lunch” in a heavy, desire-ladden voice and sat down on his knees to delight his eyes with the view in between her legs.