Page 19 of Dark Holiday

Daniel

A soft smile crosses my lips as I ease my way into the break room. Cindy was such a trooper last night that I feel she deserves to have a small treat. Setting out several packages of powdered donuts, I place a note stating that they’re free for everyone before heading back to my desk.

Truth be told, they’re only here for Cindy, but I can’t openly show her favoritism. The office and Hank alike would have a field day. Knowing John, he’d demand to have her transferred so he could have a shot at her. Over my dead body will he ever have that chance.

I pull up all my blinds, determined to keep things open and transparent to the office. I cannot let this slip of a girl get under all my defenses. I have a plan, and I need to stick with it. I want partner so bad I can taste it, badly enough to set aside my feelings for Cindy to grasp it. If word of our indiscretion gets out, it could ruin me. This isn’t New York. This is a medium-sized city adjacent to Small Town USA, where everyone talks about everybody. In this business, your reputation is everything.

As the clock strikes the hour, my little minx flutters into the room, her eyes darting up to me then back down to the floor. Standing in the doorway to my office, I simply smile and hand her the list she worked on last night. “In addition to finishing up these, I need some paperwork pulled for a meeting. You can find them in that filing cabinet over there.”

Giving her her task, I go back to my office and go through all my emails, pausing every now and then to glance at my surveillance app. The moment she spots the donuts, her eyes light up, body practically vibrating as she scuttles in. I don’t really care if she takes a little time to eat some just as long as she gets me my files. Deadlines don’t wait for decadence.

Minutes stretch out, and still, she bounces back and forth between the donuts. Perhaps this was a bad idea. I had no clue she couldn't control herself. Frowning, I pull out my phone, shooting her a text to hurry up. I detest being late, and I’m not going to allow her to cause that sort of mayhem. Smoothing my tie down, I head over to the door, texting her to meet me on the elevator with the files.

She flies through the office, hair whipping behind her as she hurries to my side, making it in just as the doors are about to close. Smirking, I hold out my hands for the files before pushing the floor. Glancing back, I spot her ass in the mirrored tile and freeze. What in the actual hell? Setting the files on the floor, I push the button, locking the elevator in place, and whirl around to face her.

To her credit, she hunches back, eyes wide. She can feel the annoyance wafting off of me. “What the hell is on your skirt?” Her eyes drop to the floor, that adorable blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Powdered sugar from the donuts?”

Her voice is so soft I almost miss it. “Try that again?”

“Powdered sugar.”

Sighing, I whirl Cindy around, bending her at the waist until her hands slam against the wall. With hard, measured strokes, I smack her ass, sending powdered sugar flying everywhere. Her sharp yelp goes straight to my cock, but I can’t indulge at this moment. I am on a time crunch, and having to discipline my wayward employee was not on the docket of things to do.

“We agreed you wouldn’t touch me sexually,” she squeaks out as yet another strong blow sends up a flurry of powder.

“What about this is sexual, exactly?” I ask in between heavy spanks. “I’m merely dusting your bottom, ridding it of the powdered sugar you smeared across your backside. I can’t have others staring at your ass throughout the day, can I? If I knew you’d be such a distraction, I would have fired you on the spot.”

She stills at my words, and I worry I’ve gone too far. “But I haven’t fired you yet. So stop giving me cause.” I add in to soften the verbal blow.

Nodding, she remains still as I get the rest of the sugar off of her. Once we can finally engage, I have every intention of making her into a table to eat these donuts off of. Every time one is gone, I’ll dust her ass before putting up the next.

Once I’m satisfied that she’s clean, I pick the files back up and unlock the elevator. “Go back to your desk. I’ll see you when I’m done.” I don’t even wait for her reply. Once the doors open, I make a beeline for the conference room. As I sit down, I filter through them, noting the wrong names and dates.

Fuck it all to hell! She can’t even pull files? Scrambling, I try to think of an excuse that won’t completely throw her under the bus, but nothing comes to mind. Laughing, I slide the folders to the side. “Sorry gentlemen, it looks like my assistant gave me the folders for tomorrow instead of today, but don’t worry, I know everything that’s on the docket. The files were just an extra bit of insurance in case old age got the best of me.”

They all laugh, winking and nudging, setting me at ease. Thankfully, they’re all familiar with the hiring methods and don’t expect too much out of the women. On the outside, a wide smile curls up my lips, but inside, I’m fuming.

I gave her a nothing job. Something simple. An idiot could have done this. She might think I didn’t notice, but I know just how little progress she made on her list yesterday. Granted, I did keep her preoccupied and a bit discombobulated, but she should have been able to do something! It doesn’t matter that my cum was dripping down her thigh.

If I’m going to keep her as an assistant, she’ll need to learn quickly how to actually assist me. Earlier in the elevator was just a taste. If she can’t get her act together, I’ll strip her bare and blister her ass. Even as I sit there, partners, jr. partners, and clients all talking as if I didn’t just make the biggest snafu in a long time, my cock throbs, and my blood boils.

Glancing at the clock, I will the time to move faster. Normally being paid by the hour is the best arrangement possible, but right now, I need them to hurry the fuck up, so I make sure my little klutz hasn’t fucked something else up. I swear, if she’s upstairs eating powdered donuts, pretty as you please, she won’t be able to sit.

* * *

Where. The fuck. Is she? Her desk is empty, looking like it hasn’t even been touched. Snarling, I storm through the office, stopping for a brief moment to contain my rage. I duck into the break room, fully expecting to find a cloud of powdered sugar and her in the midst, but the room is empty, donuts mostly untouched.

My rage pours out of me, morphing into worry. I didn’t spank her nearly as hard as I’m capable of. Surely I haven’t injured her or made her cry. My heart thumps hard in my chest as I make my way back into the foray of workers. Glancing over their heads deep in work, I instantly notice one person who’s also not there.

Fucking John.

“Have you seen my assistant?”

An older woman whose name I haven’t bothered learning pokes up her head. “You mean the pretty blond? She went to the copy room.”

“And John?” I grind out.