Assisting April – The President’s Daughters Read Online M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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“Are you available for a quick word with Kevin?”

“Who is Kevin?” I ask, confused.

“The CFO’s assistant.”

“Right. The mysterious CFO. Sure. Send him in.” I don’t know what my parents were thinking. A work-from-home CFO is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. How do we know they are doing anything they say they are, let alone doing it right? I’ve never met the man, but my parents always rave about him. It’s so annoying.

“Hello, Ms. Van Houten.”

“April,” I say, gesturing to one of the two chairs in front of my desk. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks. I’ll get right to it. I know you’re a busy woman.” That’s right. I am. Busy daydreaming about getting railed by my fine-as-hell assistant.

“Of course.”

“Mr. Roman would like to change payroll systems effective next quarter. He’s partial to PayGen. Would you prefer a presentation on how it functions, or will a memo do?” Who is this guy? I don’t need either, but he looks so geeked out at the idea of a presentation I think I’ll put him out of his misery.

“A presentation, Kevin. Say next month. I’m going out of town, which should give you plenty of time to prepare. See Ken on the way out to get something on the books for the first week in May.”

“Of course, thank you, Ms… April.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for stopping by. Oh, and tell Mr. Roman I want him at that presentation as well.”

“What?” he asks, looking shocked, though I have no idea why.

“Mr. Roman should be there as well. He’s the one that wants to make the change. He should tell me why in person. His emails always seem so… harsh.”

“Um… I’ll let him know.”

“Great. See you both then.”

Nearer to five, I grab my purse, ready to head out of the office, but stop by Ken’s desk on my way to the elevators. I almost gasp when he looks up at me. The look in his eyes is like fire, like the fire coursing through my veins straight to my core.

“Ken, I need you to clear my schedule for the month. Please set up a virtual meeting for anything that can’t be moved, and I’ll take care of it while I’m away.

He didn’t say anything; he just stared at me, making me self-conscious. It takes everything in me not to fidget with my clothes or hair.

“Why do you need this much time off?” he finally asks rather belligerently, setting something off in me.

I’m the boss. He’s my employee. Who does he think he is? I put my hands on my hips, ready to give him hell, then his eyes flash and my pussy floods. This isn’t going to end the way I want it to; I can already tell.

CHAPTER

TWO

KENDRICK

My cock is a rude son of a bitch. Here she is, the object of our obsession, standing over me like a bossy Goddess, asking me to clear her calendar for the next month, and he is under the desk barking and banging against it, trying to get her to sit on him. See. Rude. “Why do you need this much time off?” I ask, her checking her calendar, or so she thinks. The truth is I don’t do anything as far as being her assistant. From the moment I allowed her to think I was her PA; I hired a virtual assistant to do everything she needed.

I connected the VA to all of my emails, plus hers, and gave it access to my earpiece so all dictation and meetings could also be included. Thanks to the CFO's mostly remote job, I do my own work during the day. That is not the norm. Most companies require their Chief Financial officers to be front and center on-site, but I made it a condition of my employment when April “hired” me.

She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. “Not that it is any of your business, but I am going on a trip.” God, I want to stuff something inside of that sassy mouth.

“What kind of trip will have you gone for over a month?” I hear the grunt coming from my chest, but the idea of her going on some romantic vacation or some shit is boiling inside of me.

“I thought I was the boss here.” Instead of acting like a reprimanded employee, I simply respond to the tap dancing we have been doing around one another for the last six months.

Standing, I slowly move around to the side of the desk where she is standing, licking my lips and taking her in. In my younger days, my crush was Blake Lively, even though I was older than her. Looking at April, Blake has nothing on her. My girl has a tiny waist with hips wide enough to hold my sons. But it's her tits, the tits that are battling every day against her buttons to stay hidden or get free. Normally her hair is up, pinned in a bun, giving her this sexy librarian look, but when her hair is down in a mass of curls and waves, she looks the most gorgeous.


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