Chapter 8 My personal secretary(2)

• As I feel her ambered skin under my hand I want to take her then and there. Her cheeks become red, she smiles shyly, flinching and clears her throat after I apologize, saying “no problem, That's ok”. Her voice was profound although a bit hoarse with desire. I badly wanted to hear her screaming in bed as I pounded her but perhaps I must stop fantasizing and have control over myself. I was her boss after all and wouldn't want her to view me as some kind of pervert.
• When we arrived at the Viceroy hotel in downtown Chicago, I could see Greg flirting with her saying how thrilled he was because their rooms are close together, maybe in the evening he could drop by to have a chat. She smiles politely in return saying nothing. That's how she was..kind... Did she smile out of politeness when I touched her?? My ego was crushed and confused. We each go to our rooms to rest before the evening banquet begins... I freshen up, grab a quick bite and start working on some graphics to present the next day when my phone beeps, it's an SOS message from Ellie.
• "Help, can you please come to my room as soon as possible?" she says. My mind races furiously. That jerk Greg must have ended up in her room on some pretext.