THE CEO'S SEDUCTIVE SECRETARY

CHARLOTTA

His lips moved to the crook of my neck and I let out a sultry moan, shoving my breast closer to his face. He grasped and squeezed them tightly as if they were some kind of an orange juice.

"Take these off," he yapped, tugging at the cuff of my shirt, trying to yank it over my head. I whined and held up my hands to make it easier for him and in one swift move he pulled it off and then went ahead to unhook my bra letting my boobs fall out freely.

"It's all yours mi amor," I droned, knowing I didn't have the biggest of tits but I was proud of my body and the way he was staring at them had me feeling both sweet and desired at the same time.

His lips clinched to my left nipple before I could yelp, he swapped and robbed his tongue to the right, biting it gently before smooching down to my naked abdomen. He stopped by the strap of my jeans and looked up at me. Shortly after, my jeans along with my panties were flung to one side of the room with my legs spreading out on the bed.

"Fuck you," I scowled, gripping the sheets tightly as he tickled my clit with his thumb while his other fingers moved at the most satisfying pace in and out of my wet vulva.

Then he moved on to undo his belt, taking his jeans off all the way down his limbs with his Tommy Hillfiger shorts going next. "Do you have a condom?" he cussed and his eyes darted around my naked body frantically when I shook my head.

"No... I had forgotten to get one at the mart," I lied as the voice in my head started telling me this isn't part of the plan. My mission had been to get him dozed and wipe his company's account. Returning to his apartment was not part of the plan, and fucking him was definitely not part of it either.

He looked skeptical for a second before moving his head out of my thigh, kissing me gently all the way to my lips. "Mmmm," I moaned as I tasted his tongue on mine. He pulled back down and started sucking on my nipples again. Then I knew this was the opportunity I had been waiting for all night. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I swiftly sedated him before he could catch on to my plan.

He rolled onto his back beside me, when the effect of the meds settled in. I remained motionless for a few more minutes, until I was sure he had dozed off. When his breathing steadied, I quickly got up from the bed and started scouring around the room, looking for the main thing that made me hook up with him in the first place. Luckily enough, his iPod was on the table next to the bed. I picked it up carefully and turned it on. Then, I found the bank app and opened it. I knew what I was looking for - his company's account. I tapped on it and typed in the sum of $10.81 billion, the company's net worth I wanted to send to our syndicate account. After I double-checked everything, I pressed the button to wire the money.

When the job was done I bent down to get my clothes, I slid my panties and jeans on before putting on my bra and then my shirt before sneaking out of the room. In a matter of hours he would wake up and forget that I was ever in his apartment, that's what the meds do to them.

***

It was past midnight when I got to my flat, I unlocked the door and walked inside, tossing my purse on the couch. I glanced at the half-filled bottle of whiskey on the table, biting my bottom lip before taking it and gulping down what was left in it.

My name is Charlotta Garcia Pérez, a 21-year-old, 5'6", Mexican-American brunette. I'm a hooker, but not your regular type of hooker. I'm a femme fatale, working for the infamous Black-Hearts syndicate here in LA. Judge me all you want; I was no saint. I left the honest me in the past after my parents died. I was abandoned by those who were closest to family. I hid within me the battle between the wild and the polite girl, until I met Don-Diego, the head of the Black Heart Syndicate. He helped me, and in return, I have to work for him. Don-Diego was the one who picked who my target was and what my mission would be.

Most nights, I was out hooking up with wealthy men, and while their hands were a little too busy exploring my body, I got to swipe their credit cards. It was what I was doing tonight too, except that this time we targeted a company, not just any company but LOTEX, one of the richest groups in LA.

I hurriedly took a shower to get rid of the sex scent on my body and made my way to my bedroom. Immediately I flopped onto the bed, my phone began ringing and my boss was the one calling. He was calling for my update on the mission. "Mission accomplished," I informed him as soon as I picked up.

"What in the seven hells have you done, Charlotta?" Diego yelled, sounding irritated. I could imagine the anger on his face.

"I don't understand," I inquired nervously, trying to comprehend the seriousness in his response.

"You screwed up the whole plan by hooking up with the wrong guy, and you forgot to input the code to finalize the transaction. You've put not only yourself but the entire operation in jeopardy. Now, you have to correct your mistake to keep the trail off our back or risk jail terms," he bashed.

Shit! In my rush, I had forgotten that I needed to input a code to validate the transaction. My mind raced as I thought about what I was going to do next.

"From the information I got from our man inside, only one man knows the code, which is Bruce Moore, the CEO of LOTEX Group and it takes six months or at most three before LOTEX Group refreshes their account information. I think that would buy you enough time to get in and get the code from him."

"You can't expect me to work in a company. I told you that last night would be the last time I would be doing your dirty work for you. I fucking want to be the girl my parents would have wanted me to be," my voice was trembling slightly as I spoke.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Diego continued, "I know that, Charlotta, but there's nothing I can do considering you brought this upon the whole team. Only you can fix it. Your target is Bruce, and your mission would be to apply as his personal secretary. When he accepts you, get him to trust you. You have to seduce him, kiss him, fuck him and do whatever you can to get the code from him which will be used to bypass the system and validate the transaction. Our man inside will help you fix an interview with him tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Make sure you will be there because he will be expecting you," he concluded and hung up.

I bit my index finger, realizing the mess I'd gotten myself into. Staring into the dim light of my bedroom, my heart was racing but now is not the time to fret; I have another mission on the way, and my target this time was the CEO of LOTEX Group himself.

CHARLOTTA

I wanted to look professional for my new mission today, so I slipped into corporate wear, a white long-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt, with corporate black shoes. I pulled out my phone and quickly ordered a ride. Before leaving, I grabbed a scrap of paper with the address of LOTEX Group scribbled on it and stuffed it into my purse.

My Uber arrived within minutes, and I stepped into the backseat. We drove away from my apartment, as my mind raced thinking about Bruce Moore, what he was like and what the interview would entail. I tried to focus instead on the sights of the beautiful city of LA. The traffic was light, and we made quick progress towards my destination. As we arrived at the LOTEX Group building, I began to feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach but I tried to steel myself to be confident before stepping out.

Once outside, I glanced at the magnificent skyscraper building that towered above the street, stretching down the block. The black glass reflected the sunlight, creating a blinding glare that made it hard to look directly at the structure. A monolithic sign hung over the entrance, with bold inscription of the word LOTEX.

I looked around, taking in the scene, and I could see a line of people, dressed in all manner of clothing, from business suits to casual wear going about their business. I adjusted my skirt, pulling it down to my knee. I was going to apply for a secretary position, not as a seductress, so I needed to look decent.

My hair was tied back in a ponytail, and I was wearing light makeup with red lipstick painting my lips to look different. I wondered if anyone would recognize me, not that I hoped they would. I tried not to think about it too much. A notification beep sounded, and I looked at the screen on my phone. It was a text message, verifying that I had an arranged meeting for an interview by 9:00, and it was already 8:45.

Cool breeze tickled my cheeks, reminding me to inhale and exhale which I calmly did. Stepping inside, a blonde woman, who appears to be in her mid twenties, was sitting at the receptionist desk, her chin-length hair was styled in a bob, and her tailored business suit was the perfect balance of femininity. She welcomed me with a smile. The way she greeted me, I could tell that she was someone who took passion in her work, and I was looking forward to getting to know a lot about her.

"My name is Mary Anderson, and I am here for the job interview scheduled at 9:00 AM with the CEO," I lied, my voice a little above a whisper.

"Right that way, ma'am. The exclusive suite is on the top floor," she replied while pointing me to the elevator. I envied her professionalism. I knew that I could never be anything like her. I was a girl who hooked up with random men for change and here I was on another mission to hook up with a man I don't even know or seen before.

Prior to every mission, I did research on the target I was supposed to hit but this time everything happened so quickly that I didn't have time to look him up. What if my impression of him was wrong? Perhaps I wasn't ready for this, after all. "Thank you," I murmured softly as I stepped into the elevator.

"Good luck," she had said. Her words gave me a jolt of confidence, and I straightened my shoulders as the elevator began ascending to the exclusive suite. The doors slid open, revealing a long hallway lined with dozens of doors. I followed the signs until I reached the door marked "CEO".

I took an in-depth breath to soothe my racing thoughts, before pressing the bottom. A voice in my head dubbed me for even wondering about offending someone I didn't even know. I counted for a few seconds before entering.

Inside the office my eyes were drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows, their tinted glass framing a breathtaking view of the city below. I noticed how pristine the room was, from the spotless surfaces to the gleaming, richly-colored tiles underfoot. In the center of the room, was a desk with a glass surface and an office chair with the name Bruce Moore stamped on it. Near the door, four snowy-white sofas were arranged for visitors to sit and relax.

In front of the desk, was a plush tuffet like those in the waiting hall outside the office, this was the place for the candidates. I approached it, but my feet froze a step away when I figured that I was the only person in the room.

I darted my eyes across the office searching for Bruce, the CEO of LOTEX, but he was nowhere to be found. I hesitated, unsure if I should stay or leave when the sound of a door slamming made me jump, and I turned in surprise to see the most handsome man standing in the doorway. He looked a bit topsy-turvy, his hair dark and his shirt half-tucked into his trousers. He seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see him and for a moment, neither of us spoke.

His intoxicating scent, added with the tension building in my chest left me feeling completely out of control. I couldn't help but stare into his eyes, which seemed to be the color of the deepest sea. I could get lost in them for hours, for all I care. I tried to focus on the situation at hand, but it was hard to keep my thoughts from wandering.

"Good morning," I muttered, trying to sound as confident as possible, despite the butterflies in my stomach. He finally seemed to snap out of his own trance, but the cold look on his face remained unchanged. He came so close that I could feel his breath on my face, his eyes trained on my lips, tinted red with lipstick. I wasn't sure if I should back away or stand my ground. I was trying to appear calm, but inside, my heart was somersaulting.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked in a harsh manner, as his gazes went across to my bubbly breasts, hardly covered by my shirt.

BRUCE

She was taken aback by my tone, and I realized that she might be a total stranger to me even though I had this feeling of familiarity between us. I thought I knew her, but it happens that the decent-looking lady in front of me was a different person altogether. She looked like a fallen angel. Her beauty was overwhelming, and I can't help but steal a flirting glance at her rounded breast. She was wearing a white corporate shirt and a short black skirt. I bet her ass are fucking hot, too.

"I'm sorry I don't know what you are talking about," she snapped, and proceeded to clarify herself. "My name is Mary Anderson and I'm here for the interview scheduled for 9 AM," she said swiftly in a voice that only belonged to seducers.

"Oh!" I remembered that I had an interview to coordinate, but the sight of her, with her flawless skin and expressive eyes, kept drawing my gaze. I struggled to compose myself and ignore the pounding of my heart. I had to remind myself that she was here for a job, and I was in charge. "I suppose you are aware that this is an office and you don't just barge in anyhow you like," I made it clear for her and finally walked past her, taking my place behind the desk.

"I was ringing the bell but there was no response," she said with her teeth tripping her base lip. I gulped when she did that, my dirty mind suddenly coming up with different scenarios that involved her naked and her red painted lips on my dick. No, I can't think about her like that. I tried to force my brain to cooperate, but I was always too easily aroused.

"Were you invited in?" I asked, giving her a cold stare, despite the clenching feeling in my chest, I maintained control over my expression.

"It's a public office and I don't think I need any invitations or whatsoever to come in plus I notified my presence before stepping in," she said boldly and I was flustered. Just who does she think she was speaking to in such a manner?

"Nobody comes into my office uninvited," I continued, "sit down there let's begin," I waved my hand towards the black tuffet in front of my desk as she sat down, a slouchy portion of her boobs were on full view now. I couldn't help but ogled at them. There is something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it is the way she carried herself, or the fact that she seemed so out of this world.

"I am ready," she pulled me away from my stare, and I nervously licked my bottom lip, pushing my thoughts away to be able to concentrate on the interview.

"Alright!" I cleared my throat and grabbed a pen from the table before leaning back on my comfortable chair. "So tell me, why do you want this job?" I asked with my tongue in cheek.

"I've been looking for a job for a while, and I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for me. Not just because of the job description, but because of the company's values," she said, her voice taking on a more formal tone.

"Do you know any specific skills or strengths that you would bring to the role of personal secretary?"

"My role primarily would involve managing schedules, coordinating meetings, and handling correspondence," she replied confidently. I think I like her already.

"This position may require occasional overtime or flexibility with hours. Are you able to accommodate that?"

"Yes, I am more than willing to be flexible with my schedule as needed, ensuring that tasks are completed efficiently and effectively," as she spoke, I jotted down notes on her responses and I couldn't help but feel impressed.

I paused for a moment to process her answers, racking my brain for any additional questions I might have. "What makes you think you are qualified?" I asked, looking intently at her eyes. All seductive and clear as a crystal.

"My qualifications are a perfect fit for this role, because I have previous work experience as a consultant which makes me the ideal candidate. I believe my skills would be an asset to this company," she explained.

"Many people are in need of this position as much as you are and I can assure you that ninety percent of the candidates might be capable of doing this job way better than you. Why should we pick you instead of them?" I asked, stroking my chin.

"That's why it's overtly important you take a look at my resume," she offered, handing me her files and adjusting her shirt at the same time. Thanks to her see-through vest, I spotted a clear view of those breasts. Damn!

I wanted to impress her for some reason but I just didn't want to show her how much effect she was having on me. I was aware of the small voice in my head telling me to shut off whatever thoughts I was having of her. She looked so young, she couldn't be very much older than 20 years old.

"Hmm, good to know. Miss...?" I scratched my forehead and glanced at her resume. I noted her impressive educational background but a bit of a name inconsistency. "Your qualifications are impressive, Miss Anderson but I'm not sure this profile belongs to you."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she began to protest. "There must have been a mistake somewhere," she responded, biting her lips and offering me a seductive gaze.

"You are not Mary Anderson," I returned my attention to the list of candidates while reaching for the telephone on my desk.

"No, wait!" she placed her palm over my hand and I clasped another of my hands on hers. I could feel how soft her skin was on mine. "It is me... I meant that... but my friends do call me Charlotta sometimes."

She was faltering with her response and I knew she was not whom she claimed to be and probably not here for the job either. I shook my head, allowing myself to get lost in the thousands of thoughts that kept playing in my mind. My heart craved her but my head is feeling otherwise.

"Charlotta!" I reiterated, clearing my throat and glancing down at our joined hands. "I'm afraid I can't offer you this job." I made things clear to her as I withdrew my hands from hers.