Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
But Sally May is dear to me because she’s been with me fifteen years and saved my ass multiple times. Maybe she didn’t have much in terms of education, but the woman quickly proved herself as a trustworthy and effective admin. As a result, as I rose within the company, I took her with me. We went from my cubicle; to a humble, windowless office on the fifth floor; to a nicer office on the ninth floor; and ultimately, the executive suite. The entire time, Sally was there as a trustworthy, efficient presence.
Plus, I’m not a buffoon. I take an appropriate level of interest in the people around me because it’s the right thing to do, and I have basic knowledge of Sally’s home life. I’ve always known that Sally was a single mom, and that the father was never a presence in her daughter’s life. It must have been stressful, but Sally never complained. My secretary kept a stiff upper lip and was the pinnacle of professionalism at every turn. I admired her work ethic, and her contribution has been essential to my success.
I’ve met Sally’s daughter a few times too, over the years. I remember Jenna as a child, coming into our offices dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her knees scabbed and her hair in pigtails. Then, when she was in middle school, she stopped by one day because after-school activities hadn’t started yet. By that point, Jenna was a surly pre-teen, with a mouthful of braces and zits on her chin. She barely made eye contact when I said hello, and her nose was buried in the latest Twilight tome. It was typical pre-adolescent behavior.
After that, I didn’t see Jenna for a few years, but I remember our last encounter as clear as day because by then, the young girl had grown. I’m not sure how old she was, but a gorgeous blonde showed up at Tatti one day, and my heart stopped. Jenna and Sally were going to a Broadway show together, and the young woman was clad in a form-fitting velvet mini-dress, showing off her big breasts and narrow waist. Fishnet stockings clung lovingly to her legs, paired with shiny Mary Janes that made her look incredibly sexy. Her long golden hair lay in waves down her back, and Jenna smiled innocently at me while taking her mom’s arm.
“Hi Mr. Purdy,” she said in a breathy tone. “It’s so nice to see you. We’re going to see Cats on stage tonight, but I promise to bring my mom back tomorrow without any scratches!”
Then, the young girl was out the door in a waft of perfume, and I was left in a trance, staring after her curvy form with a woody in my pants.
You sick fuck, the voice in my head scoffed. She’s what? Sixteen? Seventeen? You can’t go there.
Even I recognized the truth of those words, and I refrained from pursuing my interest. Hell, I wouldn’t even let myself speak Jenna’s name because she was so off-limits. But my obsession grew on its own. Trying to appear nonchalant, I’d ask about Jenna’s whereabouts, and how she was doing in school. Sally always beamed and smiled, reporting that Jenna was a good student and doing well with friends and activities during her senior year.
But then, Sally got sick, and started staying at home. Professionally, it’s not a big deal because by now, I have a team working for me, and her absence didn’t impact our efficiency. But without Sally at the office, I had no way to ask about Jenna, and to my surprise, I grew irritated and annoyed because I want to know more about the gorgeous young girl. I want to know what she does for fun, how she likes school, what makes her happy, and what gets under her skin. I want to know what she eats each day, and how she does her hair, as well as what clothes she wears. But as her mom’s boss, I could do no such thing. It would be inappropriate, not to mention fucking obsessive.
Even worse, like a loser, I was secretly hoping that Jenna would be there when I visited her mom. My heart thumped in my chest as I rang the doorbell to their apartment, and I ran a hand through my hair to make sure the dark locks were neat.
You’re losing it, the voice in my head hissed. You’re a forty-five-year-old CEO hoping to catch a glimpse of a beautiful teen. What part of this is okay? Who even does this?
My conscience was right because there’s no way a man of my age or position should be lusting after an innocent young woman who has no idea of her own allure. But fortunately, Jenna was absent that day, which saved me a load of embarrassment. I made some inquiries about her welfare, of course, because it’s the polite thing to do. But my obsession didn’t rear its ugly head, and Sally remained in the dark with respect to my sick interest in her beautiful daughter.