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  Claiming His Secretary

  1st Standalone Story in the

  “The CEO’s Curvy Goddess” series

  By

  Janet Moore

  2019

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright @ 2019 by Janet Moore

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic, physical, or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

  Summary:

  The Possessive Alpha Boss and his Curvy Secretary

  David

  I've fell for her the minute she walked into my office, 5 years ago.

  Her curves drive me crazy.

  But I like to keep things professional and she's been a great friend.

  So I never made a move on her.

  When a rival from my past tries to take her from me though, things change.

  She's mine, and it's high time I let the world, and her, know that.

  It's time I claimed my curvy goddess.

  Carla

  I've always found my boss attractive.

  But he'd never go for someone like me.

  We've been good friends for years and I didn't want to rock that boat either.

  So I never hoped for anything more.

  But why does my boss look like he wants to kill my date?

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Carla

  Today's been a busy day. We're finally winding down our project launch, so of course things are busy. Good thing is, everyone at the office will have time to breathe after today.

  I enter my boss's office, file in hand.

  I look up at David Cole in all his glory. He's the CEO of this company, and I'm his secretary. At 6'2" and a lean frame, with chiseled abs and muscles at the right places, he's a welcome sight to sore eyes.

  His dark hair and blue eyes enhance his glory. Shortly put, he's the kind of guy every girl dreams of.

  Handsome, rich, confident, but not an asshole. That's David. My boss of 5 years, and a good friend of mine. Though there’s been many a times when I wished we could be more than just friends, no matter how absurd that thought is.

  I've dreamt of his strong arms holding me tight, his perfect lips on mine, claiming me as his. I’ve longed for nights of pleasure beyond my imagination.

  But I can't let myself think like that. He's my boss, for gods' sake, and a very good friend. In fact, he's my best friend, and pretty much my only source of comfort in this cold, soulless city.

  I don't want to destroy what we have. I can't.

  I mentally snap myself out of my daydream. Stop it Carla. You have work to do.

  "Mr. Cole?", I call out. He looks up from his laptop.

  "Yes Miss. Jackson?"

  "I need your signature on these documents", I say, while handing over the files in my hand.

  While he's reviewing the documents, I take a good look at him for the first time that day. I've been too busy, and I didn't notice how tired he's been looking lately.

  When you look beyond his handsome visage, it's obvious that he's lost a couple of pounds, and the dark circles beneath his eyes are concerning as well.

  "David?"

  Startled, he looks up. I rarely call him by his name during office hours. He must have sensed something in my tone.

  "What is it Carla?"

  "You don't look so good, David. When was the last time you had a good nights' sleep?"

  He sighs deeply, without answering me immediately.

  "You know how it is Carla. This month was brutal. Our shareholders have been on my ass every hour of the day. I just couldn't catch a break. I'll make up for it later".

  That's not a good explanation! Who cares about those shareholders? This man is solely responsible for the success of this company, and if they had any brains at all, they'll know better than to hound him until he collapses.

  As usual, David is perceptive. He senses that I'm upset...and guilty. I should have noticed. I'm his best friend.

  5 years back, he gave me a job when I really needed one.

  He was patient when I made rookie mistakes. Slowly, we formed a friendship that has been my sole source of comfort in trying times.

  I can't believe I didn't notice that work has been stressing him out. Was he even eating properly? I should at least take him out tonight and....

  "Earth to Carla", I hear.

  I look up to see him smirking at me. He knows me well. He knows exactly what I'm thinking.

  "Want to go out tonight? Dinner and a stroll at the park to wind down from this crazy month?"

  I smile back at him. Sometimes, I'm surprised at how well we sync.

  "Sure David. Shall I make a reservation at our usual place? How does 7 sound?"

  "It's ok. I'll do it. Here", he says, handing me the documents.

  I nod back at him after receiving the documents and turn back towards the door, my mind drifting again.

  I go back to my seat and sit down with a deep sigh, my chair squeaking under my weight.

  I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been fantasizing about David a lot the past few months. I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that I haven't had a single date for god knows how long.

  Not that any of my previous dates went anywhere. Most of my "relationships" for the past 5 years barely lasted a few dates before fizzling out.

  I never knew why, but lately, something at the back of my mind tells me that David might be the reason for my lack of love life.

  I remember the day I first met him like it was yesterday. I was nervous about my interview. I was in a bad place financially, and I really needed the job.

  I walked into this very office and laid eyes on the man who'd become I boss and best friend of 5 years.

  When he smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat. And I knew things would never be the same again.

  But I didn't let things go beyond that. He was a billionaire, for gods' sake. A self-made one at that.

  He was handsome, smart, successful, and on top of that, younger than most rich guys. He had a lot going for him and girls literally fell at his feet. Guys like him go for models with perfect figures, not curvy girls who can’t control their diet.

  I didn't want to set myself up for rejection. Moreover, I really needed the job, and I didn't want to jeopardize that either.

  Over time, their employer employee relationship turned into a pleasant friendship that turned into something deeper. He became my confidant, and I, his.

  I can't do without him in my life, and because of that, I'll not hope for anything more than what they have. Because, what they have is already more than I could have ever hoped for.

  Not many girls have a high paying job while being a secretary, and your boss as your best friend on top of that. Certainly not girls like me. I owe David a lot.

  I can’t blame my failed relationships on David. Maybe I’m just not likeable?

  With another deep sigh, I pull myself out of my depressing thoughts and get back to work.

  I have a dinner and nightly stroll with David to look forward to, after all.


  Chapter 2

  David

  I watch as Carla leaves my office, her perfect curves encased in a business suit a treat to my starving eyes. This woman blasted into my life 5 years ago and firmly rooted herself in my heart. And she hasn't left since.

  She's now my best friend and confidant, and the best damn secretary I’ve ever had, but that doesn't mean I don’t get inappropriate thoughts every time I look at her.

  She's sex personified. Her big, beautiful body is the thing of my dreams. I like my women with meat on their bones, and she has just that and more, and she makes me go crazy, every single day.

  Her big breasts, her luscious lips, her thick thighs, and her perfect ass...damn, here I go again, fantasizing about my secretary's perfect assets.

  Well, who can blame me?

  I never made a move on her though. Stupid, I know, but I've learned the hard way to not mix business with pleasure.

  Office romances can bring down the savviest businessmen. I've seen that happen. You lose focus, you make rash decisions, and if the relationship goes to shit, everything in the workplace goes to shit.

  5 years back, that was my rationalization for not asking my curvy goddess out.

  But then, we got to know each other, developed a friendship I wouldn't trade for all the world, and my resolve just hardened.

  I couldn't risk the friendship I have with her just because I was lusting after her body. What kind of a friend, or boss, would I be then?

  Moreover, I don't think she reciprocates my feelings for her. She's had her fair share of dates, and brief relationships, if they could even be called that.

  She's cried on my shoulder after jerks broke her heart. I was firmly in the friend zone with Carla, and even though I want more, I need to respect that.

  But it wasn't just lust anymore. Something tells me it was never lust. It was always more than that. This woman doesn't just make my dick go haywire. She does the same to my heart as well.

  Every time she smiles at me. Every time she shows concern over me. Every time she laughs with me or cries with me. I lose more of myself to her. Every single time.

  It's only getting worse as time goes on, and I don't know what to do about it.

  Should I just throw our friendship out the window and pursue her the way I want to?

  Should I tell her that I don't want to just be her listening ear anymore?

  Should I tell her that every time she comes into my office, her perfect curves accentuated in the tight office suits she wears, I want to bend her over my desk and have my way with her?

  Would she feel betrayed if I shared my dark, lusty fantasies with her?

  I sigh, pulling myself out of the rabbit hole I was falling into.

  No, I can't let my dick think for me.

  Carla is the most important person in my life right now.

  I don't have anyone else. I don't have any other friends I can trust. I'm surrounded by sharks who are waiting to push me out of my throne.

  I have a family that doesn't care if I was alive or not.

  I can't lose the only person in my life who cares if I ate or slept well.

  When I saw her fussing over me just now, my heart skipped a few beats. I've never been fussed over like that, not even when I was little. My mom was always cold. It was just who she was, I guess.

  I was always a step above my peers at school, so I never really fit anywhere. I wasn't bullied. I was too big for that. But I was never included either, not that I minded. I had too many things on my mind, and too much to achieve to bother about what my peers thought of me though.

  Then I started my startup right after college and life has been on a fast lane since then.

  I did have relationships before Carla entered my life, but they never went anywhere, just like Carla’s “relationships”. Women either wanted me for my money or my status, but never for me.

  The ones who had money wanted to hang off my arms to show me off to the world.

  I got tired of the pretentious nature of the world I got myself into, and so I stopped dating.

  That's when Carla entered my life. She was a breath of fresh air.

  She didn't care that I was rich. She didn't bend over herself to please me. My little spitfire had no qualms with saying exactly what was on her mind.

  And after a long time, I trusted a fellow being again. And I haven't regretted that decision.

  Chapter 3

  Carla

  David has reserved a table at our favorite restaurant. It's not too fancy, but the food and ambience are good enough for a friendly night out.

  We order our drinks and start talking, or gossiping, like we usually do. This is what I love about our relationship.

  We can talk about anything and everything. We connect beyond the differences in our statuses and gender.

  I don't know how this friendship happened. You don't find many friendships between CEOs & secretaries in this industry, or in any industry for that matter.

  Too many bosses are too elitist to form friendships with their employees. And too many secretaries are only looking for the right opportunity to seduce their rich bosses.

  David has told me horror stories of near misses he's had with money grubbing women. Maybe he likes the fact that I was never impressed by his money? I never treated him any different.

  Well, I gotta thank my mother for my attitude. She taught me the importance of people. She used to say that money comes and goes, but the relationships you build last forever.

  Speaking of my mom...

  "So, when are you visiting your mom Carla?", I hear David ask.

  I heave out a huge sigh.

  "Oh, come on, David. You know how busy it's been at the office. I just don't have the time nowadays".

  David sighs as well.

  "I know hon, but seriously though, she's worried about you. You should at least call her".

  I look up at him, shocked.

  "She called you? When did this happen?"

  "A few days back. I was pulling yet another all-nighter at the office, and her call was a welcome distraction. But really, call her".

  "Yeah yeah, I know. I will. Now that the project is over, I'm thinking of taking a few days off to go and visit it".

  "You should!", he says, smiling.

  "You should come with me, you know. She misses you too".

  His eyes go soft after he hears that. He's always had a soft spot for my mom.

  "I'd love to Carla".

  "And you should also think about visiting your mom sometime...don't you think a visit is overdue?"

  The minute he hears me mention his mom, his smile drops from his face. His eyes turn cold, and I can practically see and feel his brooding.

  Ah, I've done it again. Mentioning his mom always brings our conversations to a screeching halt.

  But I can't help it. I like happy families and the fact that David is not on good terms with his family is just, so sad. You always need your family by your side.

  I know his mom wasn't the best mom. She was cold, unsupportive, yada yada yada. But she's getting older now. Doesn't she deserve an occasional visit, or at least a phone call from the only living relative she has in this world?

  Doesn't he deserve the same? I know for a fact that his mom wants to patch things up with him. But David's too stubborn.

  I don’t know why I care about this man's family so much. I don't know why it hurts to see him hurt, but it does, so I silently vow to myself to fix their relationship one day.

  But now is probably not the time. We've both been working very hard the past month, and we deserve a pleasant night out.

  So, with a huge smile directed at him, I try to change the topic of conversation.

  "Alright, alright. Let it go. So... what's next for that huge ass company of yours? When are you going to stop working me to the bone? I have a personal life, you know", I say, jokingly.

  That was a joke, of course. We both know we're hermits with no social lives that doesn't involve t
he two of us. But my words do the trick. His frown turns into a smile and we resume our casual banter.

  Chapter 4

  David

  This is what I love about our relationship. Aside from that brief bout of awkwardness when she mentioned my mom, I can’t think of any other time when I can’t just relax and talk to her like now.

  We can talk about anything and everything. There are no boundaries between us.

  Wine glass in hand, having a casual conversation with the best friend you’ve been in love with for years. This is life.

  And that’s why I don’t want to take things further by letting my attraction to her cloud my mind.

  I’d rather have a lifelong friendship with this beautiful woman than a brief relationship that doesn’t work out in the end. I don’t want to take that risk. I’ll never forgive myself if I lose her.

  It doesn’t look like she likes me like that either, so why rock a steady boat?

  And we pretty much have just the two of us already. None of us have other friends or relationships. With my busy schedule, I don’t have time to date or woo women, so things with Carla are good as they are.

  But fate has a weird way of working. Just as I was patting myself on the back for successfully maintaining my only real emotion-based relationship, I hear my name being called out by a voice I never wanted to hear.

  “Hey David!”

  I turn around and see the bastard coming towards our table with a huge grin on his face. Andrew Martin. My rival.

  He’s almost as tall as I am, and he was once my best friend. We dreamed of starting a company together and wading through the corporate maze as partners.

  I’ve known him since I was 6 and I could think of no one else to start a company with. Our mothers were friends, so we had our family’s support too.

  I created the product. It was my idea and hard work, but I still wanted him on board.

  But halfway through our product launch, he stole everything from me and sold it to the highest bidder. He wasn’t even apologetic about it.