She's Mine Now by Martin Andrea

Author:Martin, Andrea
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

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I am in control.

I sit down at my desk and lean back into the soft, well-worn leather chair, waiting for my computer to boot up. As always, I’m the first one in the office. As always, my hair is coiled on my head in a tight bun and my lips wear a single carefully-applied layer of lipstick and I am dressed in my best office clothing – plain white blouse and gray pencil skirt. My body feels tensed and coiled. It’s been so long since I had a bout of good, hard, rough sex. I need it. I need to have a long, powerful, all-consuming orgasm that sets my body on fire and causes my brain to shut down. I’ve been in office-bitch mode for so long that the thought of finally being able to let my hair down and enjoy a night of hard, passionate, erotic intensity makes my cleft tingle with warm anticipation. I close my eyes for a couple seconds and take a few long, deep breaths, trying to clear my mind of all the distracting, confusing, pulse-pounding mental images that threaten to burst forth and leave me a trembling, horny mess of a woman. I push aside all my wild fantasies and wicked memories and wanton thoughts, forcing myself to gain control. I am not that woman yet. I am still at work.

I open my eyes again, totally in control. I am the boss.

I am Bridgette the Bitch. At least, that’s what my employees call me behind my back. They think I don’t know. But I do. I’m well aware of the way they roll their eyes when I turn away. I see the way they stiffen in their seats when I walk past the rows of desks. I know that they curse my name behind my back. I don’t care.

All that matters is that I am in control. I am the boss.

The office is still mostly empty. I look up from my computer’s start screen, out through the wide, modern glass windows that separate my enclosed office from the rest of the floor. My office is in the corner of the floor, with my team occupying the desk running along the side of the windowed wall. The rest of the floor is taken up by the other teams, each with their own manager occupying one glass office in each corner. My office happens to be closest to the main door.

I’m sure my team thinks those windows were installed so I could watch over them all the time. In reality, it was a design choice made by someone paid a damn sight more than me when the building was purchased, years before I even started with the company. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them, anyway. In their minds, I am Bridgette the Bitch and nothing will ever change that.

I don’t mind being known as the office bitch. I’ve been called worse – sometimes by men in the throes of passion, sometimes by colleagues looking to try and rattle me – and it’s all meaningless noise.

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