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over and sit behind the desk. Pulling out a file folder, I open it and spread out the forms for her to sign, making it official. Even though I’ve already seen her in that outfit, it still makes my cock twitch, and thoughts of this weekend threaten to make it hard.
    Christ, it isn’t even eight in the morning yet. Am I making the biggest mistake of my life hiring this girl?
    “Yeah, you know. Dude. Fella. Bossman.”
    “I think it’d be best if you called me Mr. Huffman while we’re on the clock.”
    She throws a haphazard salute my way. “You got it, Mr. Huff.”
    “Huffman,” I reiterate.
    Turing the forms toward her, I offer Raven my gold fountain pen. She snatches it from my grasp and starts looking over everything she has to sign.
    “What are these for?”
    “Work forms for the HR department. Here’s a contract with your yearly salary of $75,000. There’s a $25,000 bonus on top of that if we make a profit of 25% of more. Full benefits are included, of course. Dental, medical, the works. And this is an NDA you have to sign.”
    “NDA?”
    “It’s a non-disclosure agreement, meaning anything we talk about, anything you hear while working, any people you see, meet—basically anything that happens as soon as you step into this building, stays in this building. You cannot tell anyone. Violate this agreement, and your contract will be immediately terminated, and you along with it.”
    She picks up the paper and reads it over. I watch as she eyes scan the words, taking the opportunity to study her face. She’s wearing make-up, but not too much. Her lips are adorned with just a tinge of red, covered with a nice, glossy sheen. Eye shadow and blush complete the look, and I like that she’s not covering her face in all that gunk. Raven’s a natural beauty. She doesn’t need to hide behind cosmetics.
    “So when someone asks me how my day at work was, I pretty much tell them good, and move on, right?”
    “Correct.”
    “Got it.” She leans forward to sign the papers and I catch a glimpse down her blouse at the black bra her tits are stuffed in to.
    As if sensing my stare, she looks up and meets my eyes. Grinning, Raven purrs, “Like what you see?”
    “Very much,” I growl, shifting slightly in my chair to give my dick more room to breathe.
    “Remember,” she teases. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
    “No fucking,” I repeat. “Got it.”
    I shake off the gaze, feeling the pulsating ache in my cock abate ever so slightly before I stand up and file away the signed papers to send down to HR. Raven stands along with me, looking a little nervous as I make my way around the desk.
    “What’s that perfume you’re wearing?” I ask, taking in a whiff of her scent.
    “I don’t know. Something cheap.”
    “I actually kind of like it.”
    She laughs, “Well, I’m glad I got that part right. Imagine, you liking something cheap. What a shocker.”
    “Speaking of cheap, after work you’re going to go out and buy yourself some new clothes to wear.”
    “I told you I don’t have any money for clothes. Not until my first paycheck.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I’ll give you an allowance.”
    “An allowance? What are you, my father?”
    “If I say yes, will you call me Daddy?”
    She tries to hide her amusement, but I can see it all over her face before she buries it in the palm of her hand and shakes her head. “You’re insufferable,” she groans.
    I like that I can make her laugh, even if it is with my pervy comments. I want to keep talking to see what else I can make her do, but time is money, and she needs to be shown the ropes around here.
    “Come on,” I urge, moving forward. “Let’s show you to your desk.”
    She takes a hesitant step forward, nervously biting her bottom lip.
    “Everything okay?” I ask.
    She nods, but says, “No. I’m scared. What if I fuck up? I’ve never done anything like this before.”
    I see the genuine concern on her face, and soften my posture. Placing a