Bell said, shuffling papers on his desk. Mr. xxx18 I looked up at Mr. Bell never really spoke to me unless it was business. Here he was, so important and handsome. His tanned fair skin almost shined in the setting sun. Afterwards, he pulled a handkerchief out and wiped my face, then my chest. “I…I really don’t u-un-understand” I stuttered. He knew I had no one. He was beyond handsome, and his voice radiated importance and power. You are a great accountant and a great assistant. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties and didn’t have a speck of gray hair. “Why are you in the office today?” I wanted to stop talking about me. I never knew kissing could be so arousing.




















