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  Sandy’s Offer

  By: Amy DeMeritt

  Sandy’s Offer

  Copyright © 2019 Amy DeMeritt

  All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN: 9781693201738

  This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Cover designed by Amy DeMeritt

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Other works by Amy DeMeritt

  Chapter One

  Not even five minutes after sitting down at her desk, there’s a knock on Paige Matthews’ office door. She closes her eyes as she takes a deep steadying breath to control her agitation at the early interruption, especially on a morning like this one. She hardly slept at all. She forgot she ran out of coffee at home so she hasn’t had her first cup of much needed caffeine yet. And a construction crew has the executive parking area blocked off for work on overhead lights in the parking garage, requiring her to park too far for her impatience to deem reasonable. The knock sounds again and her temper flares. She slaps a hand down on the desk and harshly calls out for the annoyance to enter.

  Lauren, the head of hiring walks into the office with a cautious smile and waves a tall, thin, younger woman forward. Paige immediately stands up and adjusts her blazer and gray pencil skirt. The younger woman looks to be at least ten years younger than her thirty-eight, has long flat chestnut brown hair that shines nicely, and she’s wearing a smile that causes a spark of pleasure between Paige’s thighs – the smile of a submissive.

  “Miss Matthews, this is Sandy Applegate, your new personal assistant.”

  “Ah, yes, I forgot you were starting today. I must apologize for my gruffness. Long night and I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.”

  Sandy accepts Paige’s extended hand, and as their eyes lock, Sandy dips forward just a few inches in a solemn bow of respect. And with a soft, sweet voice with a slight Southern twang, Sandy counters her, saying, “No, I’m sorry for interrupting your morning so early. I was meant to arrive for nine, but I was too anxious and arrived an hour early. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

  “Well, now that you’re acquainted, I’ll be off. Let me know if you need anything. Welcome to the team, Sandy.”

  “Thank you, Lauren.”

  Lauren walks out of the office, and Sandy looks down at her hand that is still being held in the strong, cool fingers of Paige’s hand. The small, sweet smile Paige saw when she first walked through the door plays across Sandy’s soft pink lips again.

  “Miss Matthews, would it be too much to ask if I might have my hand back so I can get you your morning coffee?”

  “Do you know where to go to get the coffee?”

  “Lauren showed me the self-serve coffee and tea bar down the hall, but I was thinking a woman of your stature might actually prefer the coffee from the café downstairs.”

  “You thought correctly. You may have your hand back.” Paige releases Sandy’s hand and turns on her three-inch black heels and walks back to her desk, putting a bit more sway in her fit hips than is necessary. She takes a seat in her tall backed black leather chair and lifts a leg to cross over her knee. “What kind of coffee do you think I prefer?”

  “Only the best.”

  Paige smirks at the nearly groveling response and licks her lips as she shamelessly allows her eyes to scan the younger woman’s form. She’s wearing a black with white pinstripe skirt suit that reaches about three inches above her pale beige nylon covered knees. The nylons send another twinge of arousal to Paige’s core – it’s not often young women opt for nylons; they usually go nude. There is just something about that faint layer that needs to be torn to shreds to get to the skin that really excites Paige.

  “I’ll take a large Columbian roast, light on the cream, and two pumps of cane syrup.”

  Paige holds out a credit card to Sandy, but Sandy shakes her head and takes a few steps backwards, saying, “It’s on me. I’ll be as quick as possible. Is there anything else I can get for you? Have you had breakfast?”

  “The coffee will be fine.”

  With a quick shallow bow, Sandy exits the office, leaving Paige feeling alert and excited enough to nearly forget her migraine completely. Paige licks her lips, imagining the taste of Sandy’s submissive smile, then stands up to look out the wall-to-wall window overlooking the city.

  Paige goes through assistants faster than most people go through kitchen sponges. The human resources department has begged her to be a part of the interview process so she can fully vet the candidates for the qualities she wants them to have, but she refuses. Paige enjoys the surprise of not knowing the face, name, or any other details before the new assistant arrives. She prefers the push and pull of getting to know the associate and what they can bring to the table. Few last more than a few months, which causes her a monster of a headache with constantly having to train new associates, but she enjoys the frustration almost as much as she enjoys topping a new bottom. It’s a turn-on all on its own to see a new associate trying so hard to meet her demands, even when they fail.

  And when they do fail, she doesn’t feel a bit guilty at all. Paige knows how highly coveted the skills are she tries to teach her assistants and she knows they are far better off after they have worked under her than before they arrived. Even if they can’t succeed here as her assistant, she knows they’ll excel elsewhere. And more times than not, she dismisses them with a willingness to give them a recommendation for employment elsewhere.

  Paige has had many assistants present themselves just like Sandy did – a submissive smile, eager to please, and pleasing to the eye. But there is something about Sandy that really makes her wonder if she’ll be the rare gem she’s been waiting for. As much as she enjoys the process, she really would prefer to have an assistant who can hold up under her pressure and meet her standards. And even if it is a bit selfish or unprofessional, she would love for it to be Sandy because she is just so very pleasing to the eye.

  “Miss Matthews, is it okay to come in?”

  Paige looks over her shoulder towards the slightly open office door and her closed mouth curls into an approving smile. She nods and turns to face Sandy as she walks into the office.

  “That was fast. Did you run?”

  “Practically.”

  Sandy releases a small laugh and brushes her chestnut hair behind her right ear as her cheeks blush. Paige accepts the coffee and motions to the guest side of her desk.

  “Please, take a seat.”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  Paige leans against the front of her desk, just a few feet in front of Sandy, causing her skirt to ride up a few inches, revealing several inches of her thighs. Paige watches Sandy’s eyes dart to her exposed bare thighs and sees her chest expand with a deep inhale.

  “What do you want to gain from this position?”

  Sandy’s eyes quickly shoot up to meet Paige’s amused smile, and slightly stumbling over the words, she repeats, “This position?”

  “This new position as my assistant. What do you want to gain w
hile you’re here?”

  “Oh, right, sorry.”

  “What did you think I meant?”

  Sandy’s cheeks flame hot as if she has been sunburned and she shakes her head in earnest, saying, “Oh, nothing in particular. I was just confused. I’m sorry.” She draws a long breath as she straightens up to recover from her slip in professionalism and control. “I want to be able to do whatever it is you need of me. Whether it’s getting you coffee or lunch, picking up your dry cleaning, building a spreadsheet, or drafting a letter to a client, I want to be able to accomplish whatever task you give me, even if it’s not something that’s normally part of the job description.”

  Paige feels another twinge of pleasure between her thighs. Sandy couldn’t sound like a better submissive if she tried. The last sentence also rolled off of her Southern tongue with a bit of suggestion tucked between each word, further increasing her excitement and interest in her new assistant.

  “Then here is your first test.” Paige picks up a folder and holds it out to Sandy, who eagerly accepts the folder and quickly opens it to skim the pages within. “This is a new high-stakes investment client. I need you to create a client profile and link it to the investment portfolios listed on the contract. Jayla, who sits next to you, can help you learn how to navigate the database. I presume Lauren introduced you to the team and made sure your desk is ready for you?”

  “Yes, I met the other executive assistants and she had me test my login information for my computer before she introduced me to you.”

  “Wonderful. I wouldn’t normally have you create the client profiles – we have another group for that. However, I need you to be comfortable with navigating the system in case I need you to research something on a profile or make quick changes. When you finish this, come see me and we’ll go over your responsibilities in greater detail.”

  “Absolutely, thank you.”

  Paige remains perched on the front of her desk for several moments after Sandy has walked out, enjoying the faint scent of the sweet floral perfume she left behind.

  The company does not have a policy against personal relationships between employees, even though it has a strict no-tolerance policy against employees having any type of personal relationship with clients. Executives dating or having sexual affairs with their subordinates is frowned upon, however, but it does happen on occasion. But Paige has never given into such temptations, even though the opportunity has presented itself more than a few times.

  With a sigh of longing, Paige pushes off of her desk to take her seat behind it. She takes a gulp of coffee, then picks up her desk phone and dials Lauren’s extension.

  “Hey, Miss Matthews. What can I do for you?”

  “Have you had a chance to scan Sandy’s hiring documents into the system yet?”

  “No, I was going to do it this afternoon. I’ll bring her folder by your office and you can get it back to me at your leisure.”

  “Thank you, Lauren.”

  “No problem. See you in a few.”

  She leans back in her chair to sip on her deliciously perfect coffee and mentally checks off a positive mark for Sandy for being able to handle this simple task. Even with as simple as the instructions are – Columbian roast, light cream, and two pumps of cane syrup – it’s surprising how many assistants could never get it right.

  When Lauren raps her knuckles twice and opens the door, a burst of excitement skitters down her spine.

  “Here you go.” Lauren sets the folder down on her desk in front of her. “Just let me know if you have any questions.”

  “I have a few. Would you mind?”

  “Not at all.” Lauren sits down with her legs crossed at her knees and leans forward, resting her elbow on the arm of the chair. “Shoot.”

  “How did you find this one?”

  Lauren grins as she says, “I got creative this time. Since you haven’t been happy with any of the assistants that I found through the agencies we normally use, I decided to branch out a bit. Instead of looking at candidates looking for executive assistant positions, I looked at candidates looking for jobs with the skills they’d need for this position.”

  Paige flips the folder over and pulls Sandy’s resume out. “She went to college for creative writing. Her most recent job experiences are part time copy editing and freelance journalist gigs.” She quirks an eyebrow at Lauren, and asks, “And you think she’ll excel in this position?”

  “I do. She’s young and eager to exceed. She doesn’t have a ton of work experience, which means she hasn’t picked up a bunch of bad habits from previous jobs.”

  “She’s moldable.”

  “Exactly. And if she doesn’t work out, I’ll buy you a bottle of your favorite cognac to help you through it.”

  Paige releases a bellowing laugh, making Lauren smile proudly. “Okay, fair enough. Thank you. I’ll let you know if I have any other questions after I review the folder.”

  After Lauren leaves, a reminder for a meeting in fifteen minutes pops up on her computer screen, causing Paige to groan in agitation. She was hoping to get to know her new assistant more before she did anything else today.

  As she’s approaching the large square of cubicles for the executive assistants, her arousal is renewed. Sandy is sitting perched on the edge of a rolling office chair with her legs crossed at the knees, her back is straight, and she’s diligently taking notes on a notebook poised on her knee while she watches and listens to Jayla explain how to use the database and create a customer profile.

  “How’s it coming along, ladies?”

  Both young women look up at Paige with surprise from her sudden appearance. But Jayla quickly takes on a look of confidence and politeness, and answers, “Great. Sandy is asking tons of questions and it all seems to be sticking.”

  With her eyes locked with Sandy’s, Paige’s stomach flutters with delight from Jayla’s assessment of her new assistant. “That’s wonderful. We’ll see how well it’s really sticking when you come back to finish your training. We have a meeting in fifteen minutes. Go ahead and use the bathroom and get a drink if you need to, then come to my office so we can prepare.”

  “Yes, Miss Matthews.”

  Without waiting for her to stand up, Paige walks back to her office and takes a seat behind her desk. She takes a sip of coffee, thumbs through the pages of Sandy’s employee folder, then stashes it in her desk to look at later.

  “Miss Matthews, may I come in?”

  “Yes, Sandy. Please, come take a seat.”

  While Sandy walks into the office, Paige watches her new assistant’s long beige nylon wrapped legs gracefully close the distance between them. Once they disappear below the height of the desk and Sandy is seated, she allows her eyes to scan up the younger woman again and warmth licks at her ribs.

  The younger woman is beautiful, for sure, but there is something about her, the way she holds herself, the small smile teasingly playing at the corner of her thin pink lips, and the twinkle in her eager honey brown eyes – all of it drives Paige crazy. Her entire visage is causing an intense visceral reaction that’s making her mind wander to completely inappropriate thoughts.

  “This is a biweekly informative meeting where we discuss new clients, prospective clients, and the monthly and quarterly financial outlook. It’s always slated for an hour, but it typically runs over a bit. There will be a couple of visual presentations and some handouts distributed. I need you to take notes on what is discussed, and afterwards, I’ll need a summary emailed to me. Do you have any questions?”

  “No, Miss Matthews.”

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  Paige stands with her coffee cup in hand and Sandy follows her out of the office and down the hall to a large conference room. The other executive assistants are sitting together in simple stationary chairs in a line against a wall, while the executives are sitting in puffy leather rolling chairs around a long and shiny cherry wood table. Sandy starts to sit in one of the chairs against the wall, but Paige wa
ves her back up with the curl of two fingers, motioning for her to follow her. Paige sits along the side of the table and pulls the chair out next to her, having Sandy join her.

  She leans over towards Sandy, and with a hushed tone, as to not be heard over the chatter of the other executives, Paige says, “When the attendance count allows it, I want you seated right next to me. Only when there are too many in attendance will you be forced to sit against the wall. Understood?”

  Sandy’s fair cheeks blush as she gives Paige an appreciative smile. “Yes, I understand clearly, Miss Matthews.”

  “Good. Thank you again for the coffee. It’s perfect.”

  With a quick satisfied raise of her eyebrows and a twinkle in her eyes, Sandy quietly coos back, “Anytime.”

  After materials are handed out to all in attendance, including the assistants, a projector is turned on to begin the first presentation. While each presenter speaks, and even when others interject with a discussion, Sandy diligently takes her notes on a notepad while making marks on her handouts for easy reference to be able to type up a summary that Paige can follow.

  As the last presentation starts, Paige notices Sandy squinting to see the small print on a particular slide. She grabs the armrest of Sandy’s chair and pulls her chair in flush with hers as she leans back.

  Mouthing the words, she asks, “Is that better?”

  Sandy blushes again as she smiles and nods, mouthing, “Thank you.”

  After a few moments, Sandy leans forward more to try to make out some information that’s even smaller than the previous slide. In doing so, her knee bumps into Paige’s, causing a pulse of heat in both of them. Paige doesn’t recoil, nor does she even look at Sandy to acknowledge the physical contact. As Sandy leans back, she straightens her leg just a bit so more of her knee is touching the back of Paige’s lower leg, hugging the top of her calf muscle.

  A throbbing ache is pounding away between Paige’s thighs. The delicate bone of Sandy’s warm knee is pressed against her air-conditioning chilled skin, which might as well be a branding iron for the intense impact it’s having on her. She mentally begs Sandy to press more of her leg against her and glide it up and down her calf so she can feel the younger woman’s nylon slip across her skin. Sandy, however, doesn’t move her leg at all for the remainder of the meeting.