Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Well, I’d like you to calculate it, Ashley. I need a checklist to work from. On my desk by close of business, understand?”
Her pelvic floor lifted as the walls of her vagina fluttered. “Yes, sir,” she breathed.
“But right now, I had the other sort of work on my mind.”
She straightened up. “What can I do for you, Mr. Stone?” she asked, still using her sultry tone.
“Did you ever put together that report on who I need to cut from middle management?”
“Yes, sir, would you like me to go get it?”
“Please,” he said, keeping his hands on her hips as she stood. “And then come back right here,” he said, pulling her back to sit on his lap momentarily.
She giggled.
“Oh, I have all kinds of plans for you right here in this office,” he said wickedly. “I seem to recall you were asking whether you’d be spanked on the job?”
Her grin stretched even wider, lust flaming hotter.
He waggled his eyebrows. “You’d better dot your i’s and cross your t’s, Ms. Bell, or I’ll have you bent over this desk with your panties down before you can say ‘yes, sir,’ and you know Karen would hear everything.”
Her face grew warm, pulse racing. “I’ll be right back with that report, Mr. Stone,” she said, abandoning the crutches in favor of covering her ass and shooting him a look of pure heat over her shoulder.
Ben shifted in his seat to accommodate his hardened cock. Working with Ashley was going to make every day torturous pleasure. It seemed strange how different he felt about working at Stone that day. He was a completely different person now. He was finally not just ready, but enthusiastic to do right by his brother’s company.
Ashley returned, carrying her laptop and he realized she wasn’t using her crutches. He shouldn’t have sent her running back and forth—he should have just gone into her office, but he knew she loved the boss/assistant dynamic.
She dropped back into his lap.
He breathed in the scent of her hair and wrapped his arms around her.
She opened her laptop and he looked over her shoulder as she pulled up her report. “This is the list. I put them in order of salaries, highest to lowest, then it lists their name, title, and the reason I think they aren’t performing or should be cut.”
He scrolled through the list, skimming. It appeared she based the decisions on missed performance targets, lagging sales, over-budget spending, and turnover within their department.
“How long did it take you to put this together?”
“Well, I worked on it all last week, so about thirty hours to gather and analyze all the necessary data.”
“Okay. Send the report to Beth in human resources and ask her to make the cuts.”
Ashley tensed. “Wait—you’re just going to make the cuts? Based solely on my opinion?”
“Yes. Why shouldn’t I?”
“Well, we’re talking about people’s livelihoods here. I’m not sure I’m really qualified to make these final decisions. I was just making a recommendation for you to review and make up your own mind.”
“And I trust your recommendation. Do you need to revise it now that you know that you’re making the final call?”
She looked at him with her eyes wide, then began to scroll through her report with a frantic air. After a moment, she looked back up. “No.”
He smiled. “So you gave me your best recommendation the first time?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
She flushed, looking pleased.
“Now, Ashley, we need to discuss something.”
“Yes, sir?”
“One of your most important jobs, as my assistant and as my fiancée, is to protect me from my own mistakes. So if I do something dumb like ask you to bring me a report when I ought to know that you can’t possibly bring your laptop and use your crutches, it’s your job to let me know that so I don’t feel like an ass when I figure it out for myself.”
She smiled and dropped her eyes. “I’m feeling very unsexy with these stupid things,” she said.
He lifted her off his lap and turned her to fold over his desk. Pulling up her skirt, he slowly slid her silky pink panties down to her thighs. “Let me just show you what will happen if I catch you walking without them again,” he said, standing and opening his desk drawer, where he found an eighteen-inch wooden ruler, two inches wide and one-eighth inch thick.
He brought it down smartly across her exposed buttocks.
She gasped, squeezing her cheeks together. “Ben,” she whispered. “Karen will hear.”
“Hmm,” he said, pulling her panties back up and trying again. The sound was slightly more muffled.
She gasped again, lurching forward.
He tapped the ruler on her bottom. “I may have to find something to make an impression that’s quieter to keep here in my office for when you misbehave.”
Ashley moaned and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.