EroticReverie

Jackson James - One year Later

“You alright Mr.James?” Natalie my new secretary asks as sets down a pile of post

It notes with calls I missed during my meeting. 

I give her face a quick glance and force a polite smile, ignoring the tight plum colored blouse and tight pencil skirt she has on. Ignoring the fact I’m pretty sure she tweaks her fucking nipples everytime she comes into my office. Because the air conditioner was not up THAT fucking high.

“Just busy today.” I say and nod. “Thanks for the post it notes.” I say and grab them and move them to the side as I start to unlock my computer. 

“You should come out for a drink with us tonight. Blow off some steam.” She says as she walks to the side of myDesk and leans herself against it. 

I was definitely going to blow off some steam tonight. And I wasn’t going to do it in a fucking bar. I was going to do it inside of my wife. 

Because for the past two months. I’ve got nothing but “crazy” from Peyton. And the reason for it? Was currently letting her ass help itself my desk as she pushes up onto it. 

“Don’t sit on my desk , please” I say and she gasps. 

“Oh, sorry, I’m so sorry, guess I’m just comfortable around you” she says and I know she’s waiting for me to look at her. Give her some kind of attention. If Peyton knew half of the shit this girl did to try to get my attention she’d be a lot more fucking crazy than she’d already been after learning I had a new secretary. It was partially my fault. Cause I hadn’t mentioned it, but to be fair , I didn’t mention it because I hadn’t thought to. But I should’ve known better. Cause Peyton showing up to bring me lunch and finding a short blonde curvy woman outside of my office. Did not go over well. The lunch she brought me? She’d opened it up and dumped it right in the trash while whisper yelling at me in my office for twenty minutes before she stormed out. 

It was the maddest she’s ever been. And when I got home? There wasn’t sex. Just more arguing. We didn’t have sex for the next two days and that’s how I knew that I’d really fucked up. She wasn’t “crazy”. She was fucking pissed. And I understood it. With all her insecurity. I knew how it looked to her. But no matter how much I explained it to her. That I didn’t give two fucks about getting a new secretary. Or how it didn’t register to tell her because Natalie was just another female to me and that I still only had eyes for Peyton. She wasn’t having it. 

“If there’s nothing else.” I say and as politely as I can nod to the door to my office. 

“Can I get you anything? Some tea to help you relax?” She asks. 

“No thank you.” I say and keep my eyes on my screen as I open up the reports on my screen. 

“Are you sure , it’s no bother, tea can really-“

“Natalie.” I say closing my eyes a moment. Gathering my composure. 

“I need you to do your job and get back to your desk.” I say and she stands there. 

“Oh. Okay” she softly. And clench my jaw as she turns , my eyes lifting , going to her ass as she walks to the door. Did she have a great ass , sure. But it wasn’t Peyton’s ass and the only reason I look is for over exaggerated sway of her hips that she only puts into her step when she’s walking away from me. I roll my eyes and look back to my screen. 

Peyton usually will call throughout the day on the days that she’s sweet and “non crazy” Peyton. But she hasn’t been calling ever since she found Natalie working here. I haven’t had sweet Peyton in months. And it was fucking killing me. To be honest. I was fucking miserable. No matter how hard I tried to make love to my fucking wife at night , she only wanted the angry rough sex that we have when we’re fighting or arguing. Cause that’s all we’ve been doing. I loved crazy Peyton. I still do. But this wasn’t crazy Peyton. This was Peyton who felt truly betrayed. Truly

Insecure and I knew that deep down, for the first time, she thought I was actually going to or had already fucked around on her. I hated it.  This was Peyton who I’d found crying more than once these past few months because she really thought there was a chance that I was going to be seduced by fucking Natalie. Not a fucking chance. If she hated Natalie, I hated Natalie a hundred times more for what she was doing to my marriage. I wouldn’t blame her at all if it wasn’t for her trying to flirt with me while I’ve got pictures of me with my fucking wife all over my office. If she didn’t try to weaponize her tits and ass by flaunting them on purpose trying to get me to fucking throw her a bone. 

When she comes into my office again before heading to lunch. Another button on her blouse is undone and sticks out her chest. My eyes go to her tits as she wants them to and I clench my jaw. My eyes lifting from her hard nipples to her face. 

“Can I help you?” I ask her. My annoyance clear in my tone. 

“Would you like me to get you anything for lunch? I could stop and get-“

“Natalie. If I need you to do anything for me. I’ll ask. No thank you.” I say and look back to my screen. 

“Have I…done something wrong ?” She asks as she walks further in, playing coy and innocent. But she’s a terrible fucking actress. 

I snap. Fuck being professional and civil. I fucking snap because I’m so sick of not being in a good place with Peyton , I’m sick of my

wife crying. 

“Other than sticking your tits out everytime you walk into my office? Or shaking your ass when you leave like I’m a fucking dog that you’re trying to get chase you down?” I growl and her eyes go wide. 

“I…what? Excuse me?!” She says and put my hands on my desk with a loud slap. 

“Get the fuck out of my office Natalie. And do your fucking job instead of running around my office like a bitch in heat. Because I’m not interested.” 

“You can’t talk to me like that!” She squeals. 

“I said get the fuck out of my office.” I snarl at her. 

“No.” She crosses her arms. “You’re going to apologize to me.”

“The fuck I am. Get out.” I snarl. 

“It’s not MY problem you’re a cranky uptight bastard or that my tits and ass offended you!”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, your nipples are hard every fucking time you come in here , like you fucking okay with them before you come In here , just hours ago you put your fucking ass on my desk , you’ve

Unbuttoned your blouse” I Nod slightly. “Youre transparent as they fucking come Natalie. And once again. And this is the last time I’ll tell you. I’m not. Fucking. Interested.”

“Aren’t you?” She cocks her head. 

“You seem quite upset for a man not affected by-“

“I’m not affected.  I’m repulsed. You’re desperate and it’s disgusting and it’s disrespectful to me and most of all, to my fucking WIFE. Get the fuck out!”