His door was open. I went to peek in and Mr. Archer was sitting at his desk. He spotted me right away.
“So, Jessica, you’re the girl who’s committed who knows how many crimes in order to… what exactly? Delete an email?”
I went in and shut the door behind me. If his secretary came back I didn’t want her hearing me get ripped a new one.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“As if that makes up for anything. I don’t even want to know what screwed up thought processes made you believe my security cameras wouldn’t catch you at my computer. Not to mention I had already seen the email and realized there was something off before I even got the revised edition. And you thought it was a good idea to come in here and mess with my property?”
“Look, we’re both in agreement that it was stupid. I thought there was less of a chance of you catching me than you telling my boss I screwed up. Either way I end up fired.”
“Oh, it’s going to be a lot worse than that. You’ll never work in this town again.”
My shoulders slumped. I supposed it wasn’t a good thing that he wasn’t calling the police.
“It’s not fair,” I muttered, to myself but Mr. Archer jumped to his feet and glared over at me. His eyes were a dark blue, almost violet in his anger. The rest of him was almost as nice and I absurdly wished he would instead ask me out for a drink.
“I’m sorry, who committed the crime here?”
“I know, it was stupid and it’s all my fault. I’m just saying it’s not fair my asshole boss makes me work twelve hour days so I’m exhausted and then I hear I’ll get fired for making one little mistake. You shouldn’t be surprised that I chose poorly.”
His face tightened and I thought that may I had thrown him off his game, if only for a second. I doubted he was ever surprised for long.
“You’re still fired,” he said, although his voice was slightly less furious.
“I know. But I suppose there’s nothing left to lose now. Want to go out for a drink?”
I must have been rendered temporarily insane, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was young, attractive, everything I had ever dreamed of. If I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it forever.
Mr. Archer went over to the bar in the corner and poured out two scotches, handing one over to me. I had never drank hard liquor before and it burned down my throat. After I drained my glass, he leaned over and kissed me.
“You are pretty hot,” he said, squeezing my ass. “Maybe I can be persuaded to let you stay on.”
“Then I’d just be a slut using you to get ahead. Whatever. Maybe that’s what I want to be. All those years of trying to be good certainly haven’t gotten me anywhere.”
His hand slipped underneath my blouse and moved up to caress my breast. It had been so long since a man had touched me. I spent so much time studying and working internships. And when I did date, it was always guys who didn’t know what they were doing.
Mr. Archer pinched my nipple and I bit back a cry. He definitely knew what he was doing.
His other hand rested on my shoulder and he pushed me down to my knees. I unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out a massive cock and all I could think was no wonder he was so confident.