My favorite boss

So, my first day at work in a luxurious office in the big city has arrived. And my boss is gorgeous, handsome, sexy, rugged, and in great shape. And I can't believe that just a week ago I was an ordinary cleaner at a clinic with a low salary, dating a chubby guy with glasses and thinking we were in a relationship, but that wasn't the case. Then my friend invites me to her birthday party and helps me with my look for the evening. And after I transformed at the party, I post a photo on social media. The skirt and top look sexy, and the makeup is beautiful. And the very next day, some Igor Sergeyevich writes to me saying he's looking for a secretary,

and he liked me insanely. So now I'm standing near the office thinking: this isn't happening to me. I enter the office, call the elevator, get in, and just as I'm about to press the button, my boss, my boss, enters the elevator.

— Hello, Igor Sergeyevich.

He presses the button, and we go up.

— Hello, Lilia Yuryevna.

I never thought my first day at work would start with me being in an elevator alone with my boss. We go up in silence, I glance at him sideways, he's wearing a coat, has a watch on his wrist, his hair is perfectly slicked, a bit of stubble on his face suits him very well, and the scent of his, probably expensive, perfume immediately hits my nose.

We exit the elevator and go to my workstation.

— Lilia Yuryevna, come to my office in 10 minutes, I have some papers for you to look at.

— Okay, but you know I don't have any experience in this kind of work, and you know that, I already told you.

— There's nothing complicated there, you'll manage. If anything is unclear, tell me, I'll explain, or ask the girls from the lower floor, they'll help you too.

— Okay.

— Well, that's good, I'll expect you in 10 minutes.

He put his hand on my shoulder, I even got goosebumps all over my body, and those eyes, how he looked at me, and he doesn't even doubt. And he went to his office. And I sit down at my place and think: God, how handsome he is, his voice, his gaze. It will be hard for me to work with this boss. I wonder why his secretary quit? And does he have someone? There doesn't seem to be a ring on his finger, probably single, or maybe he has a girlfriend? Such a handsome man should have a girlfriend. And I wonder, what did he find interesting about me? I'm simple and don't understand anything about this work, well, he believes in me, so I can do it. Ten minutes have already passed, and I approach his office. I knock.

— May I?

— Yes, come in, have a seat.

I walk to the desk and admire him, how he looks, how the suit suits him. What a wonderful physique. I sit down in the chair, he hands me some documents.

— Here, take these, please make copies of these papers, that's your first task for now, if I need you, I'll call.

— Okay. I get up and leave his office, exhale, sit down in my chair and close my eyes, imagining myself in the same room with the boss. I sit like that for five minutes, feeling growing excitement. But it's time to get to work — there are quite a few documents, and I start making copies.

— Lilia Yuryevna, please bring me coffee with two sugars.

— Okay, Igor Sergeyevich.

I get up, go to make coffee, and there he is in front of me again, I can't take my eyes off him. I open the office and walk to the desk, he's sitting, buried in his computer monitor.

— Your coffee.

— Yes, thank you, you may go.

I turn around and go to my place. I finish the documents, stack them up, look at the clock — it's already lunchtime, time to grab a bite, I haven't eaten anything since morning. So I go to the cafeteria, take a tray with food and go to a table. A girl sits down next to me, well, I still don't know everyone here well.

— Hi, may I sit? — she asks.

— Of course.

— By the way, my name is Yulia, I'm from accounting.

— And I'm Lilia, I'm new, today is my first day.

— Nice to meet you, so you're the new secretary of our boss, Igor Sergeyevich?

— Yes.

— You're lucky, our department is drooling over him, dreaming of working next to him, as his secretary.

— Is that so, — I smile back at her. So, Igor Sergeyevich attracts everyone here. I wonder why the previous secretary quit then, with such a gorgeous man you'd want to work day and night?

— Yes, — I answer her, — By the way, why did the previous secretary quit?

— Well, he fired her himself. He wasn't satisfied with the arrangement, she worked here for four months. Sometimes he goes on business trips and takes his secretary to help with papers and meetings, but Katya, that was her name, wasn't okay with that, and she refused because of her husband, like her husband would be against her going somewhere with another man. So she refused, and he fired her, like he doesn't need such a secretary. And so he found another one, you.

— I see, — wow, I wonder, will he take me with him on a business trip someday?

— Lunch is over, time to go back to work.

We get up and go about our business. As soon as I got to my place, Igor Sergeyevich called me to his office. I go up and go to his office. I knock.

— You called for me?

— Yes, Lilia Yuryevna. Did you make the copies?

— Bring them.

I go get the documents, take them and go to the office. I put them on his desk.

— Here.

— Thank you, first task done.

— You may go.

I return to my workstation, lost in thoughts about him. I wish I could be in his office more often. Suddenly, someone's voice interrupts me, bringing me back to reality. A man about forty years old is standing in front of me, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a suit, a Swiss watch on his wrist, and eyes as blue as the sky. A brunette with attractive features.

— Is Igor Sergeyevich in? — he asks.

— Yes, — I answer with a smile.

He goes into the office. I wonder who that is? A friend? Maybe also a boss of some company?

— Lilenka, bring two coffees, — he asks.

— Okay, — I respond.

Wow, not Lilia Yuryevna anymore, but Lilenka, I think to myself. Of course, Igor. Mentally, I've already switched to using 'you' with him. I put the coffee on a tray and go to the office, as always, knock and enter. Igor Sergeyevich has taken off his jacket and is just in his shirt. Ah, how magnificent he is!

— Here's your coffee, — I say sweetly. — Anything else?

— Thank you, that's all for now, — he replies.

— Okay.

I return to my place and decide to play Solitaire on the computer. Time flies by.

— Goodbye, Lilia Yuryevna, — the man says to me with a smile.

— Yes, goodbye.

So the first working day is over. I get up and go to the elevator, leave the building. Damn, a heavy downpour has started outside, and I don't have an umbrella with me.

— Need a ride, Lilia Yuryevna? — I hear the familiar voice of the boss behind me.

— I'll manage on my own, — I answer him.

— Well, okay, you'll get soaked, come on, — he smiles politely at me.

— Okay.

We head to the parking lot, he opens the door for me, and I get in the car. Wow, what a car, leather interior and the scent of his perfume fills the cabin. I fasten my seatbelt, and we drive out of the parking lot.

— Some weather, huh, — Igor Sergeyevich replies to me.

— Yes, — I say, trying not to look at him, but to watch the road. We are alone in one car and sitting next to each other. Goosebumps all over my body, I sit silently, pressed into the seat, and this seatbelt is pressing, making me uncomfortable. I wonder what he's thinking? I look at him sideways, he's calm, driving smoothly.

— Lilia Yuryevna, would you keep me company, I want to have dinner at some restaurant, but I don't feel like being alone, — he offers.

What-what, he's inviting me to a restaurant? And he said "alone," so he doesn't have anyone and no one is waiting for him at home, but why? Such a good man...

— Well? — he asks me. — Maybe someone is waiting for you at home and you have plans for the evening?

— No, no, — I answer, yes, no one is waiting for me at home. I turn away and watch the raindrops slide down the window.

— Well, that's good.

We drive like that for 20 minutes in silence, each thinking about our own things, or rather, I am, and he — I don't know.

— All right, we're here.

I get out of the car, we enter the place. It looks very beautiful: good lighting, leather sofas, small tables, walls painted in olive tones. We check our coats, go to a table.

— Will you have anything?

— Well, I don't know, — I answer modestly.

— I'll pay for you, it won't be interesting if I have dinner and you don't.

— Okay.

I take the menu, look at what to choose, the waiter approaches.

— Have you chosen anything?

— Yes, I'll have a medium-rare steak and some salad at your discretion, — Igor Sergeyevich answers.

I sit, buried in the menu, don't know what to choose.

— And what will your companion have? — the waiter asks.

He called me his companion, he thought we were a couple, not work colleagues.

— I'll have the same as him, — I answer sweetly.

— Okay.

— Lilia Yuryevna, may I use 'you' with you?

— Yes, of course, — I answer with a smile, did he really switch to 'you' with me, and what next?

— Tell me about yourself.

I tell him everything about myself, who my parents are, and so on. Our dishes are brought, we start eating.

— Well, how's the steak?

— Very tasty, — I answer with a smile. We enjoy the food, and I decide to ask a question: "Igor, why don't you have a girlfriend or wife? Such a wonderful man and alone."

I say to him, and I myself felt a flush from this sentence, from the word "wonderful."

— I see, — I think. Lucky are the girls who were with him, and probably he's damn good in bed and naked. From his appearance, you can see he's well-built, does sports.

— Lilia, what's wrong, you're blushing?

What? Oh, I shouldn't think about that, or all the results are obvious.

— I just want something to drink, it's hot, — I answer, hiding my eyes, looking at the plate.

— Waiter, may I have a moment? — Igor calls him.

He approaches and asks:

— Yes, did you want something?

— Some orange juice for the lady and the check, please.

— Yes, of course.

I drink the juice in one gulp, Igor pays, we get up, he helps me put on my coat. Oh my God, I feel his hands touching, it makes me even hotter and more aroused. We go outside, the rain has already stopped, I take a fresh breath of air, how I missed it, I feel better. He opens the car door, I get in, fasten my seatbelt, he gets in, and we start moving.

— Where shall I take you?

I give him my address, we drive in silence, I wish I could get home quickly and collapse on the bed, I can't hold back being next to him anymore. We approach my building, and just as I'm about to get out of the car, he locks the door.

— Damn, that's it, I can't take it anymore, — he answers.

— What can't you take? — I don't understand what's happening, why he locked the doors.

— Lilia, I really like you from the first day today, what day, even when I wrote to you that I was looking for a secretary, I was already into you then, into your photo in the sexy top and mini-skirt, and decided to hire you.

I'm silent for five minutes, that's unexpected, he didn't write that he wanted to meet me, but even hired me.

— Just don't be silent, — he says and takes my hand.

Oh my God, what pleasant skin he has, what a hand, what fingers, I hope these fingers are also capable of bringing a girl to orgasm, from this I get even more aroused and don't know what to answer him, my tongue itself doesn't want to say anything. I take a breath.

— I don't know what to answer you, I'm just amazed, — I answer, I don't know what, I was into him in the elevator too, but I can't confess first.

— Okay, I understand everything, it's a shock for you that I said everything right away, you can go, I won't hold you.

He removes his hand from my hand, unlocks the doors, I unfasten the seatbelt and open the car door. And I leave, approach the building, and he drives away. Yes, damn, what's wrong with me, why didn't I dare to confess to him too, damn, damn. I enter the apartment, take off my clothes, take a cold shower to calm down, and go to bed, and immediately fall asleep. In my dream, I wake up because I got very aroused, breathing heavily and feeling very hot. Damn, I dreamed of my boss, how he kisses me, every cell of my body, how passionately