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“You can leave.”
“You are going to fire her?”
I glared at her; she had no right to tell me what to do personally I felt it was her, I needed to fire I glared down my nose at her and lift my brows, she huffed out the office closing the door behind her.
I looked through my e-mails. The door opened and entered Luigi.
“Boss, I have something for you,” he says as he wears his typical black suit and white shirt, his hair tied in a man bun.
He came across and handed me a piece of paper, with a building and the name.
“We went in last night checking the place out, it was obvious young girls had been there, including weapons.”
“We need to find out where the hell he is taking them and track the fucker down. I want him, not frigging pieces of paper,” I raged as I threw the paper across the room.
“Sorry boss, we’re trying.”
“Have you found the daughter yet?” He shook his head. “Find her and get a damn picture, shit hell get your heads together.”
Luigi left and I was more pissed than ever.
A tiny knock came at the door. “What,” I screamed. My blood was close to exploding.
The door opened and Layla popped her head around. I heaved my breath suddenly solidarity took over.
“Come here,” I ordered her. Layla made her way to me, I rose and stood at her side. “Bend over my desk,” I commanded her. She turned and did exactly as I ask, with no arguments, something told me she wanted this as much as I did. I lifted her dress showing her frilly panties. “Hell, you set me on fire.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, smirking. I lifted my hand and slapped the back of her thighs as she was forced forward.
“Ouch, what was that for?” she asked in shock.
“For leaving me last night.”
I raised my hand and snacked her bottom again.
“Ouch,” she called out to the penetration of my hand slapping her backside.
“That is for you thinking you are now my whore, no way, never, not happening. Do I make myself clear?” I said rubbing her sexy backside.
“Yes.”
I swatted her bottom again seeing her skin colour changing to a flushed red.
“Your pissing Denise off, she said something about your work ethic and dress. Personally, I wasn’t listening once she said your name.”
“Oh, that woman has a right chip on her shoulder. I don’t think she likes me.”
“Yes, but are you being a good girl?”
“Of course, I am. I’m always good.” She smirked.
I quirked my brow and placed my hand cupping her womanhood and bottom. I slipped my finger to touch her delicate area hearing her moan.
“I don’t believe you. I think you have been busy entertaining the boss and therefore not concentrating on your job,” I tease, with every ounce to seduce her.
“I do concentrate on my job, it’s her being fussy,” she told me as she wiggled in arousal. I pressed my finger harder against her slick folds.
“Yes,” I said, moving her frilly knickers to the side to slip my fingers into her sex lips and surprise, she was wet. “Her boss is very fussy as you put it, he likes perfection,” I taunt her. I slide my finger into her core hearing her gasp for breath, my dick throbbed and was eager to be shoved inside her beautiful passage.
