When I returned to the reception, I found Irene Gurova examining a bouquet in a vase on my desk. Noticing me, she tossed her head haughtily and, nodding dryly at my “hello”, made a gesture towards the office.

At home?

Oh sure. Come in, it's waiting.

But Ira lingered at the table. She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, which seemed feline because of the smooth transitions of matte shadows, examining the roses.

Beautiful. Well, who decided to roll up so uncomplicated? Courier? Or, while on your way to work, you saw a huge sale in the floristry department, and decided not to deny yourself anything?

Needless to say, Ira was not the most pleasant character. And I wanted to put her in her place. Now was just the right time.

I've been working here for six months. And he remembers it. Do not envy.

Gurova's thin, permanent, in the latest fashion eyebrows-strings shot up. I straightened my shoulders, looking at her slim figure in a stylish emerald-colored suit. As before, a light wave of envy rose up inside, immediately dispersed, as if on a rocky shore, on the barrier of my optimism.

“One day I will earn enough to be able to afford to buy suits in boutiques and fit them in fashion ateliers. Maybe even in Italy. It remains to go to your goal and not miss the chance as soon as it presents itself.

Ira was in no hurry to the boss. She looked at me in a new way - evaluating, with curiosity. Then, shaking her eyebrows, she said thoughtfully:

Six months, so ... good. And you know what, come to our lunch break? Rarely does anyone rise to the floor, there will be our department and the girls from the accounting department. It is necessary to note the next equator, right, Vika?

Her suggestion stumped me.

“I… you know I rarely get to eat lunch…”

Yes, he will not refuse you, he understands everything. Just transfer calls to reception. Let's wait, today we just ordered sushi.

I followed her figure, disappearing behind the office doors, with a confused look. Bouquet from the boss made me one of the colleagues? Or half a year - a certain milestone, after which any employee becomes his own in the corporate circle? All this I had to find out soon.

I was worried that Valery Tarasovich would not let me go for a legal break, citing a large amount of work. He did not interfere with the attempts of the departments under his control to dump some of the work on me - to type contracts, compose letters, and sometimes even manually retype a fax that was not recognized by the scanner. But the boss let go without hesitation. After passing the incoming calls to the reception girls and causing their violent indignation, I went up to the analytical department.

The entire women's team is already located in a small cafeteria on the same floor. Ira gave instructions and vigilantly watched how the girls set the table, laying out rolls and sushi on a dish. It was immediately explained to me that I, it turns out, should exhibit for six months of work. Well, it wasn't difficult. True, I had to beg the courier to rush to the nearest supermarket for wine and good sweets.

Well, Victoria, welcome to our team! - said Ira. By that time, the company had expanded somewhat - the girls from the accounting department and the advertising department pulled themselves up. - Do you have anything to say about that?

Probably, they were waiting for my enthusiasm and gratitude for the right to be admitted to the Serpentarium elite, and besides, to eat at the same table with them. I raised my glass, still unable to shake off the tension of most of the probing looks, literally stripping and scanning.

Thank you, Irochka, thank you, girls. I already realized that I got into a wonderful women's team, and I would be glad to be friends.

Oh, that's right - you got it! - the senior assistant of one of the members of the council laughed without malice, defusing the situation. - And it is simply necessary to be friends with us. For you and your first frontier in the company! Few have lasted that long.

I took a sip. Lena's words hurt badly. No one was late, how is this to be understood? Although, most likely, they simply could not cope with the volume of work, the irregular schedule and the lack of rapid career growth. Unlike them, I had the patience.

If the boss sticks to you, then consider your hour has come! Raya's accountant said. - Share. Already got an offer you can't refuse?

It was foolish to hope that I was invited to eat sushi out of the kindness of my soul or for the opportunity to drink at someone else's expense - payrolls passed through me, and if desired, these ladies could easily drink collection wines almost every day. That, then, is what caused such favor of the local women's council. Irina saw the bouquet, matched it with Tarasovich's high spirits and my sparkling eyes. Gossip here travels at the speed of light.

I took another sip, partly to hide behind the glass of my glass from the predatory attention of my colleagues.

I do not understand what you're talking about. Valery Tarasovich did not hint at anything. He just gave flowers in honor of half a year in the company. Is it reasonable to see another subtext in this?

Thirty-five-year-old Elena tucked a light strand in her ear. The diamonds in her ring and earrings gleamed sharply, as if calling to each other. This well-groomed, ageless blonde always aroused something akin to bewilderment in me. She worked for the company for at least five years, but during that time she never moved up the career ladder. All that she achieved was an assistant, on whom she dumped all the hard work. But it seems that sex with the boss was the ceiling of her ambitions.

Victoria, you are still so young. My advice, learn to understand men. Do you understand what benefits the interest of the chief promises? My son is studying in London not at all on my assistant's salary. I bought a three-ruble note in the center, my parents finally saw the world, but I generally keep quiet about the fact that now I don’t dress anywhere except for boutiques and relax at fashionable resorts. Valerik looks like a candy, and I think he will be faster in bed than mine. Youth is what it is.

Probably, I should have left, agreeing, and got out of my way, referring to the blockage at work. But I also did not want to make enemies in the team because of arrogance. I tried to pick up a roll with a hashi, but I only succeeded on the third attempt.

I'm not interested in relationships at work. I want to get promoted with my achievements and brains. A bed with a boss, as a rule, rarely guarantees a career.

Someone laughed, and attention turned back to Lena. I blushed deeply, realizing that I had inadvertently offended a colleague, but Elena smiled conciliatoryly, not allowing me to slip into apologies and excuses.

Yes, I'm still a secretary. Do you know how many opportunities I had? No offense, Irochka, but when your department messed up with the numbers, He himself seriously considered the option of paying me for training and putting me in your place. And I didn't refuse at all because I felt sorry for you. I just don't need it! By agreeing to sleep with him, I bought myself the freedom not to burn at work. Why should I put on a noose, even if it is proudly called "department director"? No, it's easier for me to show up in the waiting room, load this brilliant graduate with buildings, please the boss, and get material benefits along with a high salary. Responsibility is not mine.

Even though I only drank a couple of sips of wine, the hops loosened my tongue. I tilted my head to the side.

I clearly know what I want to achieve. Sex with the boss will ruin everything. Not only will it not be profitable for him to refuse my constant presence nearby, but you will not get enough gossip. That I think the vagina, not the head, that's why I got the position.

Oh, but does it matter to you that people are scouts? Maria, the accountant, spoke up. - You plow for ten, everyone who is not lazy to blame the routine on you effortlessly. And I won’t say anything about your bet at all. Here the "dead souls", friends of the main friends, hang around three times as much. The same daughter-in-law Ivanchenko is listed as a “computer typing operator”, and the rate is almost the same as that of the chief engineer! Ambition is good, but you can't spread it on bread!

It was uncomfortable in this society of mercenary consumers, accustomed to solving all their problems through a bed with the highest authorities. But I bitterly admitted that they were right. Our mentality is indestructible. Top management is used to solving their sexual problems at work, and even if you are ten times smarter, they will see you, first of all, as an object that leads to mating. I remembered the long glances, the sparkling eyes of Valery Tarasovich, supposedly accidental touches. But the resentment quickly vanished, replaced by a pleasant tingle of anticipation.

I wanted sex with my boss. Fantasies on this topic were visited with enviable regularity. I won't even have to step over myself if that happens. I am ashamed to admit that Tarasovich was one of the few men who managed to evoke such emotions in me. But it was difficult to step over faith in ideals and strict parenting.

He never said in plain text that he wanted me. Plus, he's married...

The head of the marketing department, who had been silent until this moment, pursed her thin lips.

But in some ways Vika is right. You are now pushing her into bed with the boss, not considering it necessary to warn about the radiant Katya. I still believe that she had a hand in the dismissal of the last two secretaries.

Yes, and Victoria is not a fool. She understands that to fuck - does not mean to marry? Ray said thoughtfully. - The one that graduated from law school was without a king in her head at all, so she got it. I went with Valerik to the sauna and to the restaurant, I thought that now he would divorce Katya and marry her. That's what Katya said when she called and in her own manner began to superficially communicate with the secretary - move over, aunt, I'm the new Ivleeva! I flew from work quickly, even left the city. Doesn't answer calls. So think about what happened to her after that!

Ira thoughtfully stroked the stem of the glass.

Katya is still young. He does not understand that Valerik is a male, nothing can be done about it. But Vicki has enough brains not to advertise an affair with her boss, right?

What choice does she have? Lena intervened. - Ivleev's wife was born in a family where they are used to eliminating unwanted people. They say that her dad kept the city in the 90s, he almost crossed the road into the scrap, along with his family. He spared neither wife nor children. Now his daughter is following in his footsteps. And if Valerik didn’t have to sew up the end, so that he wouldn’t fuck everything that moves, so she fights with her mistresses. So, Vic, be careful, of course. But don't be too quick to give up. Grymza also threatened me, since she almost knocked down a small one by car. Then she called me, drunk, roared that I was destroying my family. I hinted to her: she won’t leave me alone, I’ll really destroy it. I don't particularly want to tie the knot with her boring husband again, but I might change my mind. But this is an extreme case. We kept our relationship a secret for three years. Someone from the company whispered that yes how. If I find out that this viper is among us, I will lower it down the stairs.

That was the first time I felt the cold breath of anxiety. Prior to that, she treated Katya as a spoiled daughter of a rich dad, who, according to custom, entered into a political marriage with Ivleev, the son of a magnate in the world of precious metals. Her pretentious neglect seemed to be the result of complexes and anger at her husband, nothing more. We were just different in the sense that it would never have occurred to me to blame my husband's mistresses for cheating. I would unleash all the rage on him. No one will drag a man into bed by force, and if he is against it, then physically nothing will come of it.

‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍All these ladies, to my amazement, did not see anything reprehensible in sexual relations with superiors. Moreover, they literally pushed me into bed with Ivleev! By the end of my lunch break, I regretted not staying at my desk to complete the tasks generously bestowed on other departments.

“I have to go,” I announced, finishing my hot coffee in two sips. - Thanks for the consultation, but my plans do not include a bed with Valerik.

I was lying. I was drawn to him. But probably not enough to put your future career on the line.

“So he doesn’t seem to ask questions,” Raya giggled. I just took a bite of the candy and immediately swallowed it, throwing an inquiring look at it.

Forcibly, or what?

God forbid. He will make you want to be there. When you have to accompany him on a business trip, expect enchanting sex.

I hurried out of the cafeteria, feeling the burning gazes of my colleagues. Each clearly made bets on how soon Ivleev would drag me into bed. Alas, I myself did not expect that events would begin to develop at such a speed.

‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍As soon as she entered the reception room, she saw the chief pacing the room. Hastily popped two tick-tock peas into her mouth. Ivleyev looked irritated and fussy. If he notices that I drank, you can’t explain that it was only two sips.

Victoria, what do you allow yourself? Why did you leave your job?

I was numb.

But you yourself let me go to dinner ... I ...

Valery Tarasovich waved his hand, obviously not eager to continue the discussion.

We are leaving on a business trip tonight. Your passport, please. Have you forgotten that it should always be with you?

I have not moved away from the previous arrival. New information did not want to fit in my head. Business trip? Where? You can't do that, I have plans. Tomorrow is my friend's birthday, I can't miss it... I walked around Ivleeva, opened a desk drawer where important documents and a foreign passport were stored. She handed it to her boss, feeling the confusion and shock from the sudden statement give way to the already familiar wave of sweet tingling in her toes and the back of her head. And the thought that I would miss Oxy's birthday was replaced by another, more disturbing one. I will not get into the salon for hair removal! My pedicure has lost its freshness! I never got a sexy bodysuit and stockings with a belt!

Apparently, all this was reflected in my face. Ivleev tilted his head to one side and smiled with the contented smile of a plunderer of women's hearts.

By the evening there will be a visa. We fly to Munich. Plane at 23.45. In two hours, a company car will pick you up. Luggage is at a minimum. Mostly business negotiations await us, you know the dress code. Also take an evening dress...

"I... I don't have..." I whispered, hiding my eyes to hide the happy gleam. - Evening dress.

Ivleev sighed irritably. Then he nodded.

Before leaving, my wife's personal stylist will come to you. Will bring a couple of suitable options. - He looked at my clothes with a captious look: - And the suits too. Tell me everything you need.

I took the phone from his hand and when a woman's voice answered, I dictated my size. She did not stop at this, and I had to cheat with a ruler, measuring the circumference of the forearms and neck. Contrary to my expectation, Ivleev did not let me go home to pack my bags and prepare for departure. I left the office around 8 pm, tired but burning with anticipation. First flight out of the country! Yes, even in the company of such a hot and sexy chef!

The express course on beauty guidance was from the category of pleasant hassle. Then the stylist Ivleeva arrived. The two evening dresses were so gorgeous it left me speechless, and the suits must have been worth my two years' salary. Stunned with delight, I did not attach any importance to the disapproving and tenacious look of a tall brunette with a stylish styling in the form of wet broken curls. She attributed her coldness to business etiquette and soon forgot to think about her. And then the driver of Valery Tarasovich drove in, loaded my suitcase into the trunk, and we went to the airport. Registration did not take long, and soon I sank into a chair near Ivleyev.

The dream vanished. Adrenaline seethed in his blood. I had never flown before, and therefore gazed admiringly at the rows of seats, passengers, stewardesses, dark windows. When the landing gear left the runway, I was completely breathless so that, forgetting about everything in the world, I squeezed Ivleev's hand.

Valery shuddered, and our eyes met. I looked into their gray depths, feeling myself becoming more and more entangled in the web, leaving no ambiguity. And when his fingers began to stroke the inside of my palm, I was pierced by a flash of keen desire. I hurriedly looked away, realizing that I had just stepped into the abyss. But it didn't crash. The earth somehow turned off gravity.

It was only our secret. I closed my eyes, anticipating the continuation of the silent dialogue. We will arrive soon, and then...

But the next morning I was no longer up to sweet fantasies. The work literally kicked me into a whirlpool of meetings, negotiations, translations and documentation. The dream of walking along the Strassen of Munich and seeing the sights has been shattered. In the evening, I fell down, barely had time to take a shower and wash off my makeup, as I forgot myself in a deep sleep. And in the morning it all started again.

On the evening of the second day, my boss and I were invited to a social event. Forgetting about exhaustion, I put on a long dress of ripe cherry color, made a high hairstyle that emphasizes my beautiful neck. Ivleev, who knocked on the room, lost the power of speech for a moment. He looked at me with a long, hungry look, in which anticipation was clearly read. However, at this point, our views were partially similar.

I have something for you, Victoria. You are the face of the company. It'll be weird if you don't show up at the party wearing our jewelry, right?

I caught my breath when Valery touched my neck with his fingers, ran along the protruding peaks of the vertebrae, touching the clasp of the dress. I felt cold when the dry caress stopped, but then gasped, involuntarily leaning towards our reflection in the mirror. A luxurious necklace with pear-shaped rubies surrounded by diamonds began to play, shimmering. And when the boss handed me the earrings from this set, I barely suppressed a shudder. Looking at me from the mirror was a luxurious woman, made for a beautiful life, and certainly not for exhausting secretarial work.

You are amazing, - Valery's breath scorched his temple. You are worthy to wear such jewelry. Let it be just one evening, but still ...

I didn't show that I was hurt by his words. I had a hope in my heart that this was a gift. But alas. So far, I had only to appear in public in beautiful rubies, and then return it to the owner. But there was a clear hint in Ivleev's voice. If I give him what he wants, such gifts will become a reality. At that moment, I was ready to agree with my colleagues who argued that from the connection with the boss you can get something more significant than a career take-off.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was not a translator or a secretary, but a woman belonging to high society. The event ended late at night, but I didn’t feel like sleeping at all. And when we got to the hotel, I already knew how it would all end. She already knew when we were going up in a huge elevator, trying to pretend that we were keeping our distance. But the cabin was literally electrified by the vibes of mutual sexual desire. We had barely managed to close the doors of my room, when Valery pressed me against the wall, exposing both hands, blocking the path to retreat. But one had to be a complete fool to think about running away at such a moment. Our lips met. The rhythm of our hearts and ragged breath sounded like a full-fledged symphony. Luxurious dress maroon puddle fell at my feet before it was covered with Valery's jacket and shirt.

He was an experienced lover, however, I did not doubt it for a second. His lips caressed mine, drank the remnants of timidity, embarrassment, the wrongness of what was happening. And my feminine nature responded to the persistent prizes of a strong and attractive man. A sweet languor was born in the lower abdomen, the flesh was torn to him, mad with passion. And Valery's tongue did not know fatigue. He glided over the rubies of the necklace, flickering in the twilight, launching unbearable voluptuousness through the naked nerves, kissing the hemispheres of the chest, caressing the tense nipples. Hands stroking my thighs, fingers pushing back the lace of my panties, penetrated inside the vagina throbbing with excitement. I growled into Valery's lips when my fingers, stroking the walls, found the most sensitive point and began to stroke it.

I felt like I was about to slide down the wall. It was so sweet, sinful, unbearably beautiful that the first heralds of orgasm shot scarlet sparks in the blood. Noticing my condition, Ivleev sharply pulled out his fingers and brought them to my lips.

“Don’t hurry, insatiable,” he croaked, ripping open my eyes with the blades of his own, darkened gaze. - All night ahead.

He could make me cum without even touching it - only looking as if he had already become the master of my consciousness. Unable to hide my eyes, I took his fingers with my lips, still holding the juice of my desire. Everything was so new, depraved, exciting! I just gasped when Valery jerked my panties to my ankles, squatted down, kissing my leg under the thin nylon stocking. He obviously wanted to drive me crazy, and he did a great job.

I stopped thinking. There was only lust. And when he again pulled me to him - naked, excited, thirsty, persistent - I wrapped my legs around his lower back with a groan, taking a hard cock inside the wet vagina. He froze in me for a moment before pushing even deeper, stretching and piercing and filling me. The lights on the barricades of reason went out. The world around was sucked into a black hole of passion and lust. Space hypercompression shot hundreds of parsecs with the power of an amazing orgasm that shook my body in the hot embraces of Ivleev...

We fell asleep only in the morning - happy, satisfied. Too carefree to overshadow a moment of happiness with the question "What will happen next." I felt good. The rest didn't matter.

The last day in Munich passed as usual - negotiations, signing of cooperation agreements, dinner, to which I was invited only because I replaced Ivleeva as an interpreter. Life, which yesterday gave me a demo version of a beautiful life, today regained its positions again. But that didn't bother me anymore. Still elated from last night, I allowed myself wild dreams.

One day we will visit this city not for work. Together. Let's relax and enjoy each other. Now it remains to wait for time and tell Valera about his plans for a career. Now everything will work out, and soon I will not be an errand girl in the eyes of noble gentlemen.