Matt was angry. That's an understatement. He was seething. Ever since he stumbled on that website and found the cam girl who happens to be his secretary, he was furious, jealous and went through a myriad of emotions.

He pulled an all-nighter and managed to watch a few other videos, trying not to scream at her confession. Matt had no idea that she was so gone for him and wanted to be owned by him, in short. The sheer one-minute admissions at the end affected him more than her nakedness in the video. He was hard the entire time; after all, he's a man you cannot blame him for that.

Rachel had feelings for him. That thing kept him awake all night. He couldn't process that his secretary was hiding her feelings for so long. Why didn't he figure out earlier? Was he so blinded by that fact that they were supposed to be professional? He had so many questions going on in his mind.

After staying up for the better part of the night, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

He had a scowl plastered on his face when he stepped inside the office. It only widened when he noticed that Rachel was not there to greet him. His day started with her greeting and after the night before he was itching to see her. Biting back his huff, he stalked in his empty office, throwing the bag and angrily unbuttoning his coat.

Matt had no idea why he was so angry about Rachel, not showing up. His eyes immediately trailed towards the clock, and he twisted his lips. It was nine in the morning. A bit unusual of her to not show up. Or was he too early? Shaking his head, he plopped down on his seat, frowning at his messy desk.

A knock sounded on his door. Excitedly he looked up only to notice the sales manager, Ashton. He had a broad, bright smile on his lips for nine in the morning.

"Come in." His deep voice rumbled around the room. Matt folded his hands together, resting them on the table.

"Yes, Mr Dell?"

"Good morning, sir" Ashton grinned.

"Morning" Matt grumbled, trying to not show the irritation on his face. No one was at fault except his secretary, who was late.

"Sir I wanted your signature on these files" Ashton slammed a bunch of files on the desk.

Matt raised his brow at the bunch. He had no desire to do anything. Instead, the mere presence of Ashton was annoying him. It's not known knowledge among the other employees, but he starts working five minutes after he's in his office. In those minutes he chats with Rachel, waits for her coffee and gets settled. His secretary is the only one who knows that. That's why she tries to ward off others and keep them on hold for a few minutes.

"Sir?" Ashton cleared his throat.

"Mr Dell let's forget about these for a second. Where are your monthly review files? I never got those. They were due last night. I have to send them to our investors, but because of your incompetence, I will have to wait a full day. It makes me wonder if you're taking this job seriously or not," Matt met his eyes while sliding that slammed paperwork away from his desk to one corner.

Ashton weakly shook his head. "I am so sorry, but I am the best man for my brother's wedding, which has occupied most of my time. He did not hire any planner, so there's been a lot left to do."

"Well, what do you want me to do about it? That's not a valid excuse, Mr Dell. If you don't start to focus on your work, you won't be able to afford your wedding. Is that clear?" Matt barked harshly.

"Yes," Ashton gritted, balling his hands into fists

"Good. Now get back to your work," Matt dismissed him casually, turning his attention back to the clock. Ten minutes passed nine. Where is Rachel? He thought to himself.

Ashton walked out quickly, mumbling something to himself when the door was pushed open again. Matt felt his eyes widen when he noticed Rachel rushing inside the office, panting as she tried to close the door. He let her catch her breath.

***

"Good morning, sir." She greeted, standing in front of him with a nervous smile on her face. Matt was instantly reminded how her plump lips were wrapped around a thick black dildo, teasingly eyeing the screen.

He shifted in his seat, "Is it, Rachel? You are ten minutes late today."

Her eyes flew towards the watch on her wrist before she guiltily looked up, twisting her lips. Matt was quick to notice her messy hair, loosely tied up like she was in a rush. Did she have someone over? The thought made his blood boil. Then he remembered that he watched her last night on the screen and from the calm environment around her he guessed she was alone.

"I'm so sorry, sir. There was heavy traffic on the road today and-"

He cut her off, "Don't make a habit of it. Now go get me my coffee."

She nodded her head and turned around. Matt tried not to stare at her round globes as she bounced out of the room. He was doing his best alright.

***

Few minutes passed by when Rachel came back. Matt heard the cup touch his desk. He quirked his eyebrows as he noticed the different cup on his desk. His fingers rapidly tapped against his desk as he slowly looked up at Rachel with his eyes narrowed.

"What the hell is this, Rach?" He asked, his voice deep and gravelly as he pointed at the mug. She chewed on her lips.

"I-It's your coffee, s-sir." She shakily answered, nervously rubbing the back of her neck.

"What's wrong, sir?" His secretary nervously asked, her hands tucked behind her. Was he too harsh on her? It was not her fault that he made it difficult for her to hide her feelings. How should he address that?

"Never mind," Matt shook his head, staring outside of the window instead.

He could feel her eyes on him for a few seconds before she shrugged it off, continuing her task of tidying the desk. Rachel was always dedicated to her work, so he isn't surprised when she immediately gets to it. He leaned back in his seat, allowing her to work her magic on his desk. All the while she's cleaning her eyes are glued to the desk, brows furrowed and lips in between her teeth.

Just he heard a clatter. His eyes follow her moment only to see Rachel accidentally drop a cylinder of gold pins over the desk, the pins dropping around his feet and bouncing completely under the rich wood.

"Sorry," She squeaked, cheeks red as she tried to pull them all hurriedly. Matt can't help but pay attention to the flush travelling to her neck as she saw the pins near his legs. Was she thinking about his cock as she admitted on multiple videos? The thought made his throat dry.

"Uh...I'll get them" She slurred, bending down.

Matt bit his lips as she got on her knees in front of him. The sight was doing things to him. His secretary climbed underneath the desk to start collecting the pins. Her glorious ass was on display in that damn skirt as she tried to lean further down. It felt like she was doing it purposely.

"You just can't do a single thing the way I want it, can you?"

"Sir?" She widened her eyes, her mouth slacked.

Matt leaned forward, his hand cradling her jaw and tilting her head up. A low gasp slipped out of her lips, and he couldn't just let it go! Fuck being professional when all he could think was about her lips, those dainty fingers and glorious perky bottom. He tried alright, he tried a lot to keep his desire at bay and focus on being professional, but it wasn't possible. Not when she was sitting on her knees like that.

His lips came up to her left ear. She shivered under his touch. Matt blew a cold breath on her sensitive skin, smirking as her skin prickled with goosebumps.

"Stand up, Rach"

The secretary slowly stood up, keeping the pins back on the table and rubbing her hands together.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking up at her and giving a sarcastic smile. "Rachel I'm shocked at you."

Matt leaned behind, trying not to show anything in his face. He wanted to push her even more. Punish her for teasing him. Rachel arched her brow.

"You are?" She blinked nervously as she's unsure of what he was getting at.

"Mmh. Do you want to know why?"

She nodded her head.

"Here, come sit with me." Matt patted at his lap, making her lips part in surprise.

***