Page 30 of The Bad Girl

Maxwell:Yes, meaning you need a few spicy pictures on hand. Various levels of undress. This is laying the foundation that’s going to eventually keep him interested. You’re not going to send them before you have coffee, but you’re going to want them on hand so when the situation presents itself, you won’t have to scramble.

Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to send sexy photos?

The answer is: Of course, I am. Tom knows I’m a professional businesswoman, which means I’m safe and make good decisions. He needs to see that I can also be fun and exciting as well.

I don’t want to go too far over the line into sloppy territory, though, so I’m going to need Maxwell’s help.

Nadine:I’m going to take a few. Should I send them to Stacey or to you?

Maxwell:Stacey’s busy being a criminal. Send them to me.

In almost every universe across the galaxy, this would be INSANE. Sending a sexy pic to the bossman is a HUGE no no! Epic levels of STUPIDITY! But this is different. Maxwell has dated half the socialites in New York City, if you could actually call it dating. There’s zero chance he’d find anything I have to offer worth his professionalism.

I rush to my wardrobe, pulling out lace, silk, cotton, polyester until I finally find a couple outfits I think will do the job. I pull one on, snap a few pic, and send them to Maxwell straight after.

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Maxwell

Holy shit, I’m a fucking idiot. And for so many reasons.

The first being that I allowed my assistant to send sexy photos. The second being that I went eighteen months without realizing what a snack she was.

She’s been under my nose this entire time, hiding under high neck-lines, and sensible shoes. This is basically akin to one of those people that wake up and find out their spouse has been a Russian spy their entire marriage.

I haven’t been able to take my eyes off the initial picture she sent, a full-length image of her long legs poking out from an oversized shirt. It’s sweet, demure even, but something about it is enchanting. There’s an innocence to her that begs to be explored.

I genuinely fear moving on to the other pics she’s sent because I don’t know if I can hold my tongue. I’m a man that hasn’t been denied much in life. If I want it—I go for it.

And right now, I can think of nothing I want more than Nadine’s sweet legs wrapping around my neck.

This is your assistant—a damn good one at that. You can’t afford to lose her or make things awkward.

Finally, I move on to the next picture, one of her in a grey romper. It’s tight on her body, displaying the dramatic curve of her lush hips. God, those hips have me mesmerized, the sexy curve accentuating her hourglass figure. When I finally break free of my trance, I fall under the spell of her braless nipples.

Her breasts are straining to break free, stretching the column of buttons to the max, and I sure as hell hope they win their bid for freedom.

She sends a few other pictures of herself in the two outfits, each image further solidifying my want, and now I have a raging hardon and feelings of guilt. Guilt that she’s coming to me for help, and I’m sitting here, dick in hand, waiting for more pictures.

You idiot. You have a hundred names in your Little Black Book, and you’re sitting here pining over your assistant?

My fingers tremble over the keypad, torn between telling Nadine that this was a terrible idea or offering to send a car to come get her. My cock is making a hard case for the car, but my brain is being a hall monitor, going over the many things that will inevitably go wrong if I listen to my southron advisor.

A moment later, another picture comes across my screen, and I involuntarily groan. She’s in a crop top and pink panties, posed with her hand running through her disheveled hair. I zoom into the pink fabric, hoping to be treated to a view of the delicate folds of her sex, but unfortunately, the panties are well constructed.

Nadine, what the fuck—how am I supposed to respond to this?

The text box lights up, alerting me to Nadine’s impending message, and I brace for impact.

Nadine:So, what do you think? Trying too hard? Not bad enough?

She’s coming to you for help. You are a professional.

Maxwell:These are all good pictures, but they’re sweet. There’s a line, and you have to decide whether or not to cross it.

Nadine:Are you saying I should show the ‘goods’?

God, what have I gotten myself into?