TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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- Apr 13, 2013
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The last few days had been so damn stressful. I guess you could say I am a workaholic. The real estate business was extremely competitive, which I had no problem with. Tara Martinez was the name of an ice queen according to the rumors. That was a complete load of crap. I had started in this field at a young age and had learned rough lesson early. If you didn't look out for yourself, no one will. I was the leading associate when it came to sales until Adam showed up. From the very beginning, he rubbed me the wrong way. Cocky and so damn arrogant, Adam found ways to inch his way forward. He was my opposite in so many ways. I was always more reserved but meticulous while Adam was more fun and laid back.
There were times when I could swear he was TRYING to incite my temper. He would make some remark about my conservative way of dressing, make me feel like a damn school marm. It was so tempting to just go to the boss and ask to be sent to another office but that would mean admitting defeat to that asshole. That day had been the office Christmas party and of course, it was Adam that drew my name for the 'Secret Santa'. He gave me a pair of lacy red panties, which caused the whole office to erupt in laughter. I didn't know if I was more mad than I was mortified. It was terrible on me and I was fighting off tears when I went back to my cubicle.
There ws no use dwelling on it. I checked my cellphone for calls and popped some aspirin for my headache. It was getting late and I had just finished the paperwork for my last sale. I grabbed my coat and ran for the elevator. When I saw Adam holding the door open, I was tempted to let it go but I was just too tired to argue with him. Ignoring the bastard was my only plan. We were on the 13th floor of the building so it bothered me when I could hear the grinding noise from beyond the ceiling of the small elevator.
Adam cleared his throat rather obviously, trying to get my attention but I wasn't planning on responding. Then there was a sudden jerk and we both fell forward. The elevator stopped moving and the emergency lights came on. "Oh fucking hell." I was laid out on the floor face down and Adam was on top of my lower half, his hands braced on my generous ass. "Get the hell off me!"
There were times when I could swear he was TRYING to incite my temper. He would make some remark about my conservative way of dressing, make me feel like a damn school marm. It was so tempting to just go to the boss and ask to be sent to another office but that would mean admitting defeat to that asshole. That day had been the office Christmas party and of course, it was Adam that drew my name for the 'Secret Santa'. He gave me a pair of lacy red panties, which caused the whole office to erupt in laughter. I didn't know if I was more mad than I was mortified. It was terrible on me and I was fighting off tears when I went back to my cubicle.
There ws no use dwelling on it. I checked my cellphone for calls and popped some aspirin for my headache. It was getting late and I had just finished the paperwork for my last sale. I grabbed my coat and ran for the elevator. When I saw Adam holding the door open, I was tempted to let it go but I was just too tired to argue with him. Ignoring the bastard was my only plan. We were on the 13th floor of the building so it bothered me when I could hear the grinding noise from beyond the ceiling of the small elevator.
Adam cleared his throat rather obviously, trying to get my attention but I wasn't planning on responding. Then there was a sudden jerk and we both fell forward. The elevator stopped moving and the emergency lights came on. "Oh fucking hell." I was laid out on the floor face down and Adam was on top of my lower half, his hands braced on my generous ass. "Get the hell off me!"