Kendra (3 page)

Chapter Four

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Chad almost jumped out of his chair when his office door slammed open and Kendra stormed inside, her hands on her hips.

“You had me fired?!”

“No,” he stood, moving to the door and closing it before too many of his employees found out about last night. “I just had you reassigned.”

“There is one assistant in this damn office and that is me. You had me fired, dumbass!”

“They said you would be reassigned, Kendra. Keep your voice down.”

“Why? You already have a reputation for your inability to keep your dick in your pants. It's nothing new. Is it because I stopped you?”

Goddamn, she was sexy when she was angry. He couldn’t help but look her up and down, taking in her conservative grey skirt and white blouse. Her heels were high and shiny to match her shirt. Her hair pinned into a bun. She looked about ten years older than she had last night. Thoughts of ripping that skirt from her legs and shoving her onto the floor flowed through his mind, making him feel hot in his suit.

“You have not been terminated from this company, Kendra. I fail to see why you are so upset.”

“No…I was demoted to receptionist. Lucky for you Tamara would never say no to your advances, so have fun with wife number 3!”

She spun on her heel and stormed back out of the office.

Fuck.

They hadn’t told him who would replace Kendra as his assistant, never would he have imagined it would be the ever inappropriate Tamara. She would probably think he requested her. The email had been sent impulsively while he was still reeling from a hard on. It had been too late by this morning because HR had picked it up before 8am.

Sitting back down at his desk, he hung his head on the cool table. She had been demoted? Because of him? Now didn’t that shoot down his hard-on. Never before had he felt remorse for a decision he made, he was a shark, weeding out the weak and focusing on the strong in any company and he had a reputation for being damn good at helping companies come back from bankruptcy, but Kendra being demoted to a receptionist had his balls in a twist.

Just as he was about to open up a new email to HR, his door opened again and Tamara sauntered in. She had on a tight blue dress with matching blue patent stilettos. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in curls; her eyes lit up as she moved toward him. Yep, she definitely thought he had requested her.

“Hi, Chad. I’m your new assistant. I promise I won’t let you down like Kenny did.”

Kenny.
The name he would never be allowed to call her. But fuck he still wanted to. 

“Kendra,” he corrected her. “Her name is Kendra. Please take a seat, we have some ground rules to go over.”

Kendra picked up her name plate and walked with purpose to the front of the office to her new desk, ignoring the fake sympathetic expressions as she tried to feign dignity. That shithead had called HR and asked for her to be assigned to someone else, only problem was, there was no one else to be assigned to. She was the only assistant left and now, she couldn’t even say that. She was her worst fear - replaceable. Fuck Chad Caraway, was all she could say. Slamming the nameplate onto the top counter, she unpacked the box she had just filled and started filling the drawers up. Everyone was whispering about what may have happened between them, but no one would guess the truth. HR hadn’t even asked her how she felt about it. It was just an email explaining the new allocations and that she should voice any concerns with her HR coordinator. Who lived in the United States and wouldn’t know her name if she tried to explain anyway so what was the point. Tamara had to be loving this.

The little tramp.

Kendra was fuming and yet she was incredibly turned on by the whole situation. She had only pushed him away because if he got serious about their one fuck, she would be out on her ass. Managers were more important than support staff.

Clearly.

Maybe she should have just let him fuck her on his table, at least she would have gotten something out of this situation then. 

Switching her computer on, she immediately brought up SEEK and started browsing for another job. There was no way in hell she was going to sit by and be a damn receptionist.
I hope this is business related.
ped out a quick reply.
w d started browsing for another job. There was no way in hell she was

Just as she opened up a job ad, her internal communicator pinged with a message, blocking her screen. Clicking on it, she could see Chad’s name pop up.  Without reading his message she typed out a quick reply.

Kendra: this is monitored. I hope its business related.

Chad: please, just have a coffee with me. I need to explain.

Kendra: Receptionist needs to be here until closing.

Chad: After 5 then?

Kendra: I’m busy. Why don’t you talk to your assistant?

She set her status to Offline and continued logging into the systems she needed to have open for reception. She remembered how boring reception work was which just made her anger mount until finally she could feel herself beginning to crack. Jack was the only one who was going to understand this.

K – Meet me for drinks tonight?

No response. Usually, he responded right away. Frowning, she put her phone in her drawer and started typing and taking calls. During the day, she checked her phone every hour and still no response from Jack. As the day neared a close, she opened her drawer again and finally saw a response.

J – Not tonight.

That was it. No explanation, no smart ass remark. Something wasn’t right. Maybe Nicki had gotten to him again. When their divorce had finally gone through, Nicki had hurt Jack ridiculously. He still loved her and yet she would send him pics of her hooking up with other men. Having sex, the same thing that caused their divorce. He’d thought had been his fault, that something was wrong with him. It had taken Kendra four months to break that attitude of his and help him through the pain.

Instead of pushing for him to come out, she figured she could go alone. No one was stopping her and she had her cute little black dress in the lockers downstairs. She really needed some tension release and that bartender was the perfect excuse she could concoct for having a drink alone. 

Kendra spun in the mirror of the change room at work and decided right then and there, it was time for a diet. She wasn’t fat by any means of the word but she wasn’t exactly skinny either. But….it would have to do. Grabbing her bag, she headed to the lifts. The doors opened a few seconds later, and wouldn’t you know it…Chad stood at the back, looking as surprised as she was.

Kendra moved inside and turned her back to him. She could hear him shuffle behind her but she refused to give in and look. As the doors opened to the Ground floor, she moved out of them like a bull on speed. He grabbed onto her wrist and wheeled her back to him.

She managed to avoid colliding with his body but that didn’t stop him looking her up and down as if he could devour her whole. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks.”

“Look,” he said, moving closer. So close that she could smell his fading cologne. “I didn’t know what they would do. I just knew I couldn’t work efficiently with you as my assistant. Please understand that.”

“You don’t need to worry about me distracting you for long.”

With that, she moved away from him and headed for the bar. Screw Chad and his smoky hazel eyes. Screw him to hell.

Chad looked through the personnel file of everyone in the office. No one stood out from first glance. Tamara’s file hadn’t surprised him. The kid just wasn’t handling the pressure of being an assistant too well but he had to give her kudos for trying. The workers of that office did their jobs well, so why was the company losing money? He flipped Helena’s profile up on his screen and read. She had been nothing but nice but he didn’t really see her purpose. They had a receptionist and an assistant. The workers did their own thing and ordered their own stationery. What did Helena do all day?

After finding nothing sinister, he closed his laptop and stood up to look out over the city from his window. The office was empty. He had been here all night trying to figure out how to bring it back to its glory. He heard the alarm code beep off just as the sun came up to settle over the horizon. Odd, it wasn’t an auto timed alarm, so that must mean someone was in the office already.

Opening his door, he looked out to see long legs walking toward the reception area. Dear God. Kendra was wearing a tight little skirt with pantyhose with that little black line down the centre of the back of her legs. Gone were the sensible heels and in lieu of them were sky high red patent stilettos. Her hair hung down around her shoulders in bouncy waves.

His cock pressed against his pants, making a tent of them.

“Kendra.”

She stopped on her way to the reception desk and turned to him, surprised. Her face was painted like that of a…well like that of Tamara. Bright red lips to match her shoes, and smoky eyeshadow with thick black eyeliner to bring the colour out in her eyes.

“Come here, please.”

“But-“

“The phones can wait.”

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before giving in and coming toward him. She wasn’t walking, no, she was purposely sashaying like the tempting little minx she was.

Heaven help him.

He moved back into his office and let her walk in before closing the door. “Sit on the conference table.”

Kendra frowned. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She put her bag down on the ground and moved tentatively toward the table. The confident sashay gone. Kendra pushed up onto the table’s edge and looked over at him.

“Open your legs.”

He wasn’t even trying to hide his raging hard on, instead he was registering every movement of her body. She did as he commanded, realising what he wanted. Her confidence was back as she slowly revealed red lace panties under her skirt.

“Like what you see?”

Chad moved toward her. “I wanted you before, Kendra, but you're obviously trying to provoke me into action. You win.”

He pushed her gently back so she was laying back on the table, her legs over the side. Moving the office chairs to either side of her legs, he put a foot on the handle of one and the other foot the second chair. His hand ran down her smooth thigh, stopping when he noticed her stockings were thigh high.

His dream.

His finger found her pussy through the lace barrier and pushed slightly which earned him a small moan from Kendra. He continued to rub along her slit, her moaning turned into gasps.  That red lace barrier was becoming wet and clinging to her womanly lips as he found her clit and began to rub the lace onto her tight nub. 

"Chad!"

Her gasping got louder and louder, her body shaking with intent.  Moving the panties to one side, he dipped a finger into her wetness. Her pussy walls contracted around his finger. Damn but she was tight.  He slid a second finger in and felt her walls widen around his stocky fingers. Kendra's back was arching off the table as he increased his rhythm inside of her.  Her soft walls becoming tighter as he pulled her over the edge of an orgasm with just his fingers.  God but he wanted to taste her.  As Kendra exploded around him, he slowly pulled his fingers from her and smiled down at her.  She took hold of his hand and pulled herself up before smiling wickedly up at him and placing his wet fingers into her own mouth, cleaning him off.  His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, screaming to be stroked and sucked. Kendra let his hand go and slid to get off the table.  Chad stopped her, bringing his mouth crashing down onto hers, licking into her mouth so he could lap up what juices she had left.  Relishing the taste of her, he groaned into her mouth and held her close. He knew she would be able to feel his hard-on, and hopefully he could use it on her but not now…

Kendra pulled away first.  "People will be coming in soon."

With that, she picked up her bag and headed back to her desk as if he hadn't just finger fucked her on the conference table he was due to have a meeting on in an hour.

Taking his cock into his hand, he worked it with a few tugs, finally exploding against the wall.  He'd be hard for her in a few hours again, he was starting to think it would be a constant feeling so long as she was close by. He grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned his mess up.

Kendra tried to wipe the smile off her face. She knew her attire would get attention but never did she think Chad would finger fuck her in his office. Anyone could have walked in on them.

And that just made it ten times hotter.

She turned her computer on and sat down just as the elevator dinged to announce it had arrived on their floor. Helena and Tamara walked out, laughing and chatting. Kendra’s eyes almost bugged out of her head as she took in Tamara’s appearance. She wore a business dress that went to her mid-thigh, sheer black pantyhose with black patent pumps with a modest heel. Her long blonde hair was tucked into a neat bun and her eyes weren’t a bright colour, instead, they were finely lined with grey eyeliner instead of the thick black.