Scandal and Seduction

Elena's POV

I have always had a secret crush on my boss, Andrew Blake from the first day I started working as his secretary.

Andrew Blake isn't just the president and heir of B and E innovation group, a billion dollar tech empire. He is also one of the hottest, most sexy men I've met and also every woman's dream man. Tall, handsome with an athletic build and eyes that could melt any sane woman.

But he had never really noticed me. I had worked for him for six months and I always felt like I wasn't even with him. To him, I was nothing more than his secretary, practically invisible and I wasn't surprised. With models, heiresses and women who clawed each other apart just to get a piece of him, what chance did I have?

One afternoon, I sat behind my desk, my eyes fixed on the glow of my laptop screen but my mind was somewhere else. Somewhere far.

In my fantasy, the office was empty and silent as moonlight slipped through the blinds, pulling silver across his desk.

Andrew leaned forward, his tie loose and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the lines of his muscular chest. His eyes caught mine and he murmured in a voice so low and rough.

"Come here baby."

I walked slowly to his desk, unbuttoning my blouse and the fabric slipped off my shoulder, revealing my bare skin. I sat on his lap and straddled him slowly, feeling the hard bulge in his pants.

His hand clamped on my hips as his mouth claimed mine in a heated kiss. He reached for my bra hook and unflap it. Then, my bra fell between us.

I moaned as his mouth closed around my nipple, teasing and circling with his tongue.

His hand trailed up my leg slowly until he reached the heat between my thighs and I gasped as he shifted my underwear and his fingers gently rubbed my folds.

Just then, the sharp ring of the office phone shattered the fantasy.

I blinked, heart hammering, my cheeks hot and my thighs pressed together under my desk.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath before snatching up the receiver.

"Hello?" I managed to steady my voice.

"Mis Reagan. My office. Now." His voice, smooth, and commanding, made my stomach flip.

"Yes, sir."

I set my phone down and leaned back on my chair, taking in a deep breath to wrestle back control of the ache still simmering inside me. Once I could trust my legs, I stood and smoothed my skirt, then walked down the hall to his office.

I knocked softly before I pushed the door open. Then, I walked in like a robot in a straight line until I got to his desk.

"Good afternoon, sir."

He didn't even look up at me. His eyes stayed locked on the screen in front of him, fingers tapping against the keys like someone who had a deadline to meet.

Sometimes, the way his eyes skimmed past me like I was air, stung. I wanted him to see me more than his secretary. But who was I to complain?

"The flight to San Francisco, for the investor meeting. When is it?"

Oh, hell. I'd nearly forgotten to remind him about it.

"Today, sir. 4 P.M"

He leaned back in his chair, eyes still fixed on his laptop as though he were calculating a billion dollar deal in his head.

Then, he said flatly. "Go home. Pack light and meet me at the airport."

"Yes sir." I replied and turned to leave, a part of me wishing he'd at least take one glance at me. But even as I walked out, he didn't and it didn't bother me at all. I was already used to it.

I closed the door behind me and exhaled hard before going to my office to grab my things.

I ordered an Uber and by the time I got to my apartment, I was surprised to see Hannah's slip-on outside the door. So she was home already. But why? She was never home this early.

Hannah was my room mate and childhood best friend. We had been living together since we graduated from college because I needed to escape from my parents who never saw me as the adult I was.

I pushed the door open and froze.

Hannah was kissing Matthew, my ex boyfriend on the couch. Her hand buried beneath his trousers, straddling his cock like I once did. So he was the reason why she was home so early.

The second they saw me, Hannah jerked back, breathless.

"Shit." She blurted.

Matthew just turned, meeting my eyes with that maddening calm, as if none of this was wrong. Maybe it wasn't but out of all the girls in the world....he had to choose my best friend.

Matthew was my first boyfriend. The guy who took my virginity. I met him in college, and at first it felt like real love. But with time, the cracks started to show. Sometimes he would hit me. Other times, he would force himself on me when I didn't want it and fuck me until I was barely conscious. Then he'd apologize, only to do it again.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I finally did what I should have done a long time ago. I left him.

Hannah was the one who encouraged me to break up with him, reminding me over and over how toxic he was. And yet, here she was now... with him.

I forced a smile, even though it burned. "Sorry. Did I interrupt?"

Hannah's eyes darted to mine, like she could feel what I wasn't saying. I walked past them, heading straight for my things. My hands shook as I folded clothes into my carry-on, pretending she wasn't standing there in the doorway.

"Going somewhere?" she asked after a stretch of silence.

"Yes. On a business trip. With my boss," I answered flatly, my voice giving nothing away.

She stepped inside, moving closer. "Look, Elena..." her voice wavered with guilt, "I'm sorry, okay? I know you're upset and-"

"No. I'm not upset," I cut her off, finally turning to face her. My tone was sharp, but underneath was something else. "I just feel sorry for you. Matthew will use you and toss you aside. That's who he is."

She held my gaze, her expression unreadable, until her tone suddenly shifted. "Are you... jealous?"

I let out a bitter laugh. "Jealous? No. Never. But do you remember those were the exact words you told me when you begged me to leave him. Was that just so you could have him for yourself?"

"No, Elena," she insisted quickly. "It's not like that. He was there for me when I needed someone to talk to... and we fell in love."

I shook my head, stunned she could even say that. "you know him very well, Hannah. He's not going to go easy on you."

"Elena, please, calm down." She reached for my hand, but I pulled away, staring at her like I was seeing someone I didn't know anymore.

"Is there a problem?" Matthew's voice cut in as he leaned casually against the doorframe, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"No," I answered coldly before Hannah could speak. My glare shifted to him, sharp enough to slice. I wasn't jealous. Just disgusted. He was the type of man who'd hand you the world and then set fire to it with you inside. Hannah had no idea what she was in for.

"The delivery guy's here," he told her. She gave me one last glance before whispering, "I'll be back," and moved toward the door. Before she could pass, he caught her by the waist and kissed her. She shoved him off quickly, muttering something as she went to answer the knock.

He stayed behind, watching me pack.

"Elena-"

"Don't say my name with that filthy mouth," I snapped, refusing to even look at him.

I knew he was smirking. He always smirked. Probably proud of himself for ruining me twice. I couldn't stay another second.

I grabbed my suitcase and walked toward the door. Hannah stood waiting in the hall. For a moment, I just looked at her, then pulled her into a hug. She stiffened, then slowly hugged me back. I felt her exhale against my shoulder, and I whispered, "Be careful with him, okay? You know I'll always want the best for you."

Her arms tightened around me. "Okay," she murmured.

"I'll call when I'm free," I said, letting go. Then I turned away without looking back, though I knew she was still standing there, watching me leave.

I hauled my suitcase downstairs and hailed a taxi straight to the airport.

In the backseat, I couldn't stop thinking about Hannah-about the way she'd end up broken, the way Matthew always left people broken. But I reminded myself: she made her choice. She wanted him.

All I could do now was wish her luck.

When I got to the airport, I spotted him sitting there, clearly waiting for me. He was casually dressed, but God, he looked too sexy to ignore. Women's eyes lingered on him as they passed, yet he didn't even notice. His attention was glued to his phone, calm and collected, like he owned the space.

I rolled my suitcase toward him, my heart thudding louder with every step. Then he looked up, and our eyes met. For a moment, it felt like electricity surged through me, sharp and undeniable.

"You're earlier than I expected," he said. A faint smile tugged at his lips, his gaze locked on mine. Unlike before, he didn't look away, didn't even blink.

Heat curled through me under that stare. He really had no idea what he was doing to me.

"Uh... yes," I stammered. "No-yes. I mean... it's important I came on time."

He didn't answer. Just gave a small nod and rose, turning toward the boarding gate without another word.

I trailed close behind him, still reeling. He had never spoken to me like that before, never smiled at me that way. And somehow, deep down, I knew this trip was going to be different.

Elena's POV

When the plane landed in San Francisco, night had already shrouded the city in darkness.

A sleek black car was already waiting for us at the curb, so we slipped in without a word and the driver pulled away, weaving through the bright streets until we stopped in front of a towering glass hotel that looked out over the skyline.

Inside, the lobby shimmered with marble floors and gold accents. A chandelier burst above us like a frozen firework, scattering light everywhere. The receptionist's smile was polite as she slid two key cards across the counter.

"Your rooms are on the twentieth floor, Mr. Blake. Suite 2001 and 2002.

Andrew took his card without a word and walked to the elevator.

"Thank you," I said, though I wasn't sure she even heard me. Her gaze was glued to Andrew, and I couldn't blame her. He was far too hard to ignore. Shaking my head, I grabbed my key card and hurried after him, quickening my steps to catch up.

On the twentieth floor, he paused between our doors and looked at me briefly. Then, he said "Rest well and be prepared for tomorrow."

"Yes sir." I replied and watched as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind.

I stood in the empty hallway for a few seconds, staring at his door. A quiet ache rose in my chest, that stupid wish we could share the same room. But that wasn't going to happen.

With a soft sigh, I pulled my suitcase along and slipped into my suite.

The room glowed in soft whites and gold, my favorite color combination. A small smile tugged at my lips. I'd made the right choice when I booked the reservation.

I kicked off my heels, dropped my suitcase to the side and sank into the bed. The sheets were cool and cozy and they welcomed me. My body, which was heavy with exhaustion, sank deeper as I spread my arms and legs. Finally, I was going to get some rest.

After resting a little, I dragged myself to the shower. Steam clung to my skin when I came out and I slipped into one of the silk robes I'd packed.

The robe clung short against my thighs, sleeveless and nearly transparent-a daring gift from Hannah. I considered changing out of it, but with no one expected at my door tonight, I let the thought slip away.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and dialled Hannah's number just to know how she was doing. But her number wasn't connecting. I tried again. Still the same result. So, I gave up.

I smoothed lotion over my skin before finally collapsing onto the bed, hoping Hannah was okay.

Sleep didn't come. My eyes stayed wide open, fixed on the ceiling, while my thoughts kept drifting back to Andrew. I kept picturing him-his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest.

A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened.

Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a porn site.

I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva.

I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Oh. Yes. It felt really good but not enough. I slid two fingers in and began to fuck myself until my hips lifted. All I could think about was Andrew and wishing he was the one fingering me.

"And-rew..." I sighed, his name trembling on my lips like he was the one finger fucking me.

"Fuck " I moaned louder, closing my eyes and increasing my pace as the slurpy sound filled the room and my wetness covered my fingers.

I wanted more. I wanted him to be the one doing this.

"Why aren't you here, Andrew?" I whimpered, spreading my legs even wider. I wanted to come but I wasn't there yet.

"Need help?" A male husky voice, so much like Andrew's said.

Elena's POV

I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me until I opened my eyes and saw him standing before me.

Oh no. This can't be real. I closed my eyes, hoping he would disappear but by the time I opened again, he was still there staring erotically at my widely opened legs.

My body suddenly went rigid. How did he get into my room? I was sure I locked the door.

I instantly yanked my fingers away and pressed my thighs together, desperate to hide the shameful display. As much as I craved him, I couldn't let myself look so... needy. So cheap.

But the hunger in his eyes made my resolve falter. The way he stared at me, raw, possessive and unrestrained, didn't feel like the boss I thought I knew.

"Sir, I-" My words broke off in a gasp as his mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my protest and replacing it with fire. My lips parted on instinct, a soft, helpless sound slipping out as his tongue teased mine.

I found myself tugging at the buttons of his shirt, each one falling open under my trembling fingers. My palm brushed over his chest, tracing the firm ridges of muscle down to his abs. God, he was every fantasy I'd ever had, carved to perfection.

His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. "How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?" he murmured, his voice dark velvet.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

"You just didn't see me," I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins.

His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

I couldn't think of anything else. All that mattered was that I was his, and I wanted him. His hands roaming all over my body, his mouth devouring and his body fusing with mine, until the world disappeared and it was only us.

I reached for his trouser and pulled it down. Then, I hitched at the size of his cock that was erect, thick and unbearably hard with veins standing out, alive with a fierce heat.

He was massive, so much more than Matthew had ever been, and I couldn't imagine how his pants had managed to cage it in.

I dropped to my knees with my gaze locked on his and wrapped my hand around the thick length of his shaft. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing the rush of desire coursing through me. If this night was destined to be nothing more than a one night stand, then I wanted it etched into my skin. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pleasure I could give, and I wanted to savor every breathless second we had.

I stuck my tongue onto the slit at the top of his cock, licking the pre cum that had gathered there before I started taking the whole head into my mouth.

"Fuck." He moaned out loud in pleasure as I took him in deeper until I could feel him in my throat.

My head moved up and down along his thick shaft in a steady rhythm, each motion deliberate, like a piston driving deeper and harder, feeding his need as much as mine.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as my head moved faster along his length, each thrust making the hot ache between my thighs intensify. Finally, I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva trailing from my lips down his cock.

He yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me onto the bed. I fell back with a muted thud, my pulse racing as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with need.

Then, he parted my legs and rubbed my heavily wet clit with his hand. The feelings crashed over me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless. I wanted more of him and every part of him.

"Ahhh...God, yes." I moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. They slowly pumped in and out at first then faster until the slurpy sound filled the room.

"Shit." He growled as he took out his wet fingers and rubbed it around my clit."You're so fucking sexy."

"Don't stop," I whimpered, my back arching off the bed as my head fell back, hair spilling over the sheets. I needed more, needed him to keep going until I shattered.

He wrapped his hand around my hips, drawing me closer until I could feel the warmth of his mouth in my pussy.

"Yes..." I cried out, tangling my hand in his hair as he licked my slick folds and his tongue pushed inside my cunt, swirling in slow teasing circles as he tasted the wetness of me.

My body trembled with the urgent need to come, but I clenched my thighs, not wanting it to happen while his mouth was still devouring me.

"Don't hold it back. Do it." Andrew commanded as his tongue pressed against my deepest most sensitive spot.

I couldn't hold it back. My legs trembled as I clutched his shoulders for balance, my orgasm spilling into his mouth. He drank me in, licking up every drop, as if I were his favorite taste. He was too good.

The tremors of release still rippled through me when he slid his finger back inside, deeper, harder, his rhythm suddenly quickening. My hips jerked helplessly, chasing his touch even though my body was already trembling from the aftermath.

"You want this to continue?" His voice was low, taunting, a wicked smirk curving his lips.

A shiver raced down my spine. "Don't stop," I gasped, my voice breaking on the words.

"Say it again," he demanded, his finger curling in that devastating spot that made me arch right off the bed.

"Fuck me," I cried, the words spilling out raw and desperate, my body answering before my mind could catch up.