“Personal assistant?”
The title echoed like a gentle bell toll in Natalie’s mind, conjuring hazy memories like wisps of morning fog.
In this seemingly distant reverie, she stood inside a chic studio. Brandon, acting as her assistant, was tenderly serving her coffee.
The very thought of such a powerful figure reigning over Barnes being in a subservient role painted a perplexing image.
Brandon and Lexi remained oblivious to the tempest of memories swirling inside Natalie’s head. Lexi,with puppy-dog eyes and a quiver in her voice, remarked,”Boss, I truly cherish my role as your assistant… I hope you won’t let me go.
Shaken by Lexi’s earnest plea, Natalie found herself yanked back to reality.
Struggling with her disjointed recollections,she cast a forlorn look at Brandon, whispering,I’m at a loss. What should be my next step?”
Brandon, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, offered a soft chuckle. Clearing his throat, he commanded Lexi in a gentle manner,”For now, oversee the studio, will you?
Lexi,momentarily dumbfounded,hesitated.”So, you’re implying…”
Wearing a reassuring smile,Brandon elaborated,”Stay calm. Your job remains secure. After Natalie’s short recuperation, things will get back on track. In the meantime,your post at the studio is indispensable.
A wave of relief washed over Lexi.Ecstatically, she exclaimed,”I’m ever so grateful, Mr. Larson! And thank you tooboss! I promise to outdo myself!”
With Lexi’s departure,Brandon felt a transient wave of serenity. But this was promptly punctured by Natalie’s gaze-full of wonder and inquisitiveness.
Raising an eyebrow in playful curiosity,Brandon gently teased Natalie’s cheek.”What’s sparking that look? Don’t tell me you’re contemplating a switch in assistants.
Shaking her head, Natalie responded,”Not in the slightest. Even with my fragmented memories, there’s this innate understanding that Lexi is exceptional at her job.Otherwise, why would sheremainloyalduringmymysteriousabsence?” Drawing her closer, Brandon’s fingers danced over Natalie’s delicate hand.”What’s brewing in your mind?”
After a tender peck on Brandon’s chin, Natalie confessed, “When you mentioned being my personal assistant, it strangely rang a bell. I’ve got this hazy recollection where I addressed you as… my assistant.”
This revelation made Brandon’s eyes gleam.”Is your past slowly unveiling itself?”
Natalie hesitated, her brows knitting in contemplation.A few fleeting images,yes,but it’s like trying to grasp smoke. Were you truly ever my assistant?”
Brandon’s mind then drifted to a time when a playful bet had changed the dynamics of their relationship.
In a moment long past, they’d whimsically wagered on their ability to secure an elusive order. Should Natalie emerge victorious,Brandon would swap his CEO title for that of her assistant. However, if fortune favored him, Natalie would have to craft an alluring piece of lingerie and model it herself.
As this mischievous memory floated to the surface, a twinkle of anticipation and excitement ignited in Brandon’s eyes, causing them to smolder with an intensity that sent a heated flush across Natalie’s cheeks.
She playfully jabbed him in the chest,her voice dripping with faux suspicion. Hey, were you ever truly my humble assistant?”
Brandon,sporting a grin that held a world of secrets,replied,”Oh,now the memories trickle back! Yes,once upon a time, I was at your beck and call, thanks to a bet. But it seems that particular chapter has eluded your recall.”
His nostalgic, slightly exaggerated sigh only served to fan the flames of Natalie’s bubbling curiosity.
She grasped his hand, her voice quivering with eagerness.”So, spill What was this bet? And more importantly, who got to win?”
Tilting his head with feigned malice, Brandon teased,”Eager to unlock that Pandora’s box,are we?”
Before she could fully decipher the playfulness in his tone, her enthusiasm bubbled over.”Absolutely! Out with it!”
His eyes gleamed mischievously.”First, let me show you a relic from our past.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. A relic? What on earth are you referring to?”
“You’ll see.”He winked,leading her towards the opulent cloakroom on the upper level. Once inside, he moved towards an inconspicuous closet in a secluded corner, gently opening it to reveal its contents.
But before Natalie could voice her mounting bewilderment, her words caught in her throat. Prominently displayed was an avant-garde piece of lingerie in inky black. Its risque design would make even the boldest blush,and Natalie’s wide-eyed stare and rosy cheeks were a testament to its audacity. She stammered, attempting to find her voice,”This… this is.. Brandon, reveling in her reaction, leaned in, letting his lips hover near her flushed ear.”A testament to your design prowess… and the outcome of our wager.”
She felt an electric shiver, making her fingertips tingle. Part of her longed to escape this flood of embarrassment, but her feet refused to budge. As she tried to voice a protest or perhaps an explanation, Brandon’s intense gaze rendered her mute.
Drawing her closer, Brandon’s voice was a seductive whisper. “Allow me, my dear, to reacquaint you with the finer details of our little bet.”
In the soft glow of the room, as the topic of their wager lingered between them, Brandon delicately eased the silk nightgown from Natalie’s frame.
The gown’s descent revealed Natalie in her full splendor. A sharp intake of breath from Brandon warmed her slender neck.”Dress in the ensemble you’ve crafted for yourself.” He couldn’t wait to see it.
Natalie’s senses heightened as the room’s chill met her skin. Catching their reflection in the opulent mirror, she noticed Brandon’s hands, gentle yet firm, exploring the contours of her. silhouette. The intensity of his gaze, evident even in their reflection,made her heart race. A soft pink hue adorned her with excitement and apprehension. her thighs,almost drenched from the liquids tracing down from between her legs.
She whispered, barely audible”Alright…
With reverence, Brandon helped her into the alluring lingerie she had designed.
The dark fabric contrasted against her skin, making it appear even more delicate. Its design accentuated her figure, with the side cut-outs and high slits showcasing her graceful legs and curves.
Transfixed,Brandon lost himself in the vision before him, words escaping him.
Natalie,taking in her reflection felt a mix of pride and shyness. She hesitated, then asked,”Do you….do you find it appealing?”
“It’s breathtaking,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.
Drawn to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist, tilting her face to his, sealing the affirmation with a tender kiss.
He inserted his large, heated palm into her brassiere, effortlessly cradling one of her bosoms. He massaged it, causing the breast to quiver in a rhythmic motion.
Post the kiss, Natalie was swiftly repositioned to face Brandon, barely given a chance to regain her breath.
Their gazes locked, and with a hint of bashfulness, Natalie softly uttered his name, “Brandon…”
In the ensuing moment, Brandon’s lips once again sealed onto hers, his warm tongue venturing into her mouth, engaging in an alluring dance with her own. Gradually, Brandon’s kisses descended, his hand gently maneuvering the ornate bra, exposing her chest and teasingly enclosing a nipple within his mouth.
With a resolute nibble, he sucked fervently, reminiscent of a babe nursing.
Natalie’s fingers tangled in his ebony locks, her other hand resting upon his neck. Arching her graceful neck, she emitted a beguiling moan. Brandon’s lips and teeth occasionally grazed Natalie’s responsive breast, amplifying her melodious moans. Restlessness overcame her as she gasped,”Take it easy… Ah… Not so firm…” Yet, Brandon was consumed by his fervor for the nipple ensconced within his mouth, his ardor undiminished. The nipple glistened with his salivary traces.
Through the mirror’s reflection, Natalie could vividly observe Brandon’s actions as he sensually suckled her breast. The arousing tableau spurred an escalation in her bodily fluids,moistening the fabric between her thighs.
Overwhelmed by arousal, her lower half instinctively pressed against Brandon’s arousal, a friction that set her aflame. Clasping his head fervently, she melded him to her chest, abandoning any semblance of restraint.
Finally breaking free from the embrace of her breasts,Brandon hoisted Natalie,situating her on the cloakroom sofa, parting the fabric that concealed her most intimate region. His fingertips danced over her clitoris, his voice gruff as he inquired, “What’s making you so wet?”
In the face of unabated desire, all traces of bashfulness vanished. Natalie’s arms encircled Brandon’s neck,her beguiling gaze locking onto his,her words drippingwith allure.”I wantyou…” Her proclamation ignited a conflagration within Brandon. A tingling sensation coursed through him as he leisurely stimulated her clitoris with his fingers. Gradually, one digit ventured forth, probing tentatively.
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