[F4F] The Boss’s PA (PART 2)

Your eyes widened at the remark, your heart fluttering as nerves suddenly kicked in. It was like your body knew you were prey ready to be devoured.

You walked back to your desk, letting out a deep sigh as you slumped into your chair - finally getting out your essential items from your bag and placing them neatly on your desk. Your mahogany desk was located directly outside your boss’s office; the privacy glass was switched on so no one could see in; you guessed it was because she wasn’t in a good mood. Her name sat high on the door: “Anastasia Clark, Managing Partner”.

Before you knew it, it was 10:50am and your boss’s 11am appointment was here. Unfortunately working at one of the city’s most elite law firms meant that you dealt with a lot of rich scumbags who think money can make them exempt from the law. The sound of boots trudging towards you made you look up from your computer, a strand of hair falling across your face.

“Good morning, you must be Michael.” You greeted, smiling at the tall, blonde man before you. He looked around the office space, obnoxiously chewing gum before his eyes finally landed on you. He raised his eyebrow, a smirk curving up the corner of his mouth.

“Well aren’t you just a pretty thing.” He leans over your desk, tucking that strand of hair behind your ear. You smile awkwardly, your skin crawling at the fact he’s touched you.

“Ha.. erm, Anastasia will see you early!” You awkwardly declared, before abruptly getting up from your seat and walking over to your boss’s door. You grabbed the handle, and you felt a presence behind you - the smell of aftershave burnt your nose as you quickly shoved open the door, and as you did so you felt his hands on your waist.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat, stepping away from the man and glaring at him. Anastasia raised a brow, looking up from her paperwork as she observed the situation. You never open her door without knocking, and you almost certainly never raise your voice at a client.

Michael strolled into her office, winking at Anastasia before walking back over to you.

“Relax! I just need a little bit of… support whilst I see my lawyer.” He grinned again, before spanking your ass. He took a seat on one of the leather chairs, resting his arms on either side as he patted his lap, coaxing you over.

Anastasia stood up, her chair screeching against the floor as she walked around her desk and straight over to Michael.

“Get up.” She instructed, her finger curling towards her. Her voice was cold, but rather than empty of emotion; it was angry. With those two words alone you felt yourself inhale a breath, you had never heard her so angry in all your time working for her.

Michael scoffed, laughing as if to say that she’s overreacting, but shrugged and stood up anyway. Anastasia lunged toward him, her left fist in his shirt as her right one swung toward him - punching him square in the nose. She grabbed his upper arm with her right hand before twisting it behind his back - causing him to yell out in pain.

You gasped, your hand going over your mouth as you leant up against the wall - watching her slam his face down into her desk. She leant over him, and he whimpered like an injured fawn.

“Get the fuck out, and don’t ever come back.” She seethed, before letting him go and adjusting her tie. She ran a hand through her hair as Michael quickly scurried out of her office, and her angry glare then turned toward you.

“You need to take better care of yourself.” She hissed, sighing as she walked over towards you, her hand coming up as she tilted your chin up with her index finger so she could get a good look at you.

“… are you hurt?” She whispered, her dark eyes looking down into yours. You shook your head, your lips parting.

Suddenly, she shoved you against the wall of her office - towering over you as you looked up at her confused.

“It shouldn’t be so easy for me to do this. You need to learn how to defend yourself.” She stated, breathing heavily.

She found herself running her thumb across your cheek, down your chin, then slowly down your neck. Her long fingers caressing your skin; until she reached the fabric of your shirt.

“Fuck.” She whispered to herself, her eyes closing as she leant her body more into yours. She rested her head against the wall for a moment, trying to compose herself.

You felt your knees get weak, her soft, agonisingly slow touches setting your skin on fire. You wanted more. Desire consumed you in that very moment.

“Ana..” you breathed, swallowing nervously.

“Mm?” She lifted her head, looking at you, her leg slightly pressing in between yours.

“Use your words.” She purred, stroking hair out of your face.