I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so ridiculously carried away. Christ. I just fucked my new assistant. The new assistant who was still peacefully sleeping in my bed with me. I’d meant to pull out, at least. But I’d been so fucking overcome with lust that I’d spent myself inside her. More than once. There was simply no way in hell I could have disengaged myself from that tight, clenching, juicy little heaven on earth. Goddamn it all to hell. That had never, ever happened before. Not even close. It hadn’t even occurred to me to put on a condom. Or anything else. The minute that goddess had walked into my office, with her sultry green eyes and her short skirt, practically oozing sexuality, my brain had taken flight and left the room. Leaving my goddamn cock in charge, which was never a good thing. She was so fresh, so innocently voluptuous, so fucking young. The sane part of my mind wanted to wake her, to politely ask her to leave, to tell her I still had a few more people to interview and I’d be in touch. I wouldn’t call. I’d send her some flowers and a gentlemanly note. Done and dusted. She wasn’t the most qualified for the job anyway, not by a longshot.
