An Affair With The Ceo (Natasha and Jared) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Making Her His Personal Assistant

Chapter 7 Making Her His Personal Assistant

Jared certainly had not expected to hear that.

But they were grown adults, and raw sexual needs were a given.

Plus, he already knew all about her chronic hyperarousal.

“M-Mr. Rundell?” Natasha froze completely. Her lust-addled brain scrambled to catch up.

She gulped hard, her inner voice screaming, ‘Why the hell does the guy on the phone sound exactly like our new CEO?

Panic sobered her up for a split second, but the relentless, throbbing ache between her thighs quickly swallowed her reasoning.

On the other end of the line, Jared’s striking, chiseled face darkened with sudden heat.

“You skipped out on work just to stay home and play with yourself?” he demanded.

Natasha’s face burned like fire. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

Humiliation washed over her as she realized, ‘I cannot believe I accidentally answered Jared’s call while I was touching myself. And he actually heard me moaning!’

But she honestly could not help it. Whenever her hypersexuality flared up, she was completely at the mercy of her own dripping wet body.

“I… I already quit,” Natasha managed to gasp out between shallow breaths.

Jared scowled. “Quit? Nobody told me that. Standard corporate policy requires a thirty-day notice and a full transition with HR and Legal.

“If you walk out now, it is a breach of contract. You will owe the company two years of your salary in penalty fees!”

Natasha nearly choked on her own spit.

Absolute panic set in as she calculated the cost. ‘If he enforces that rule, I will have literally worked for free these past two years! Every single dime would go straight to paying off that penalty.’

“Mr. Rundell, please cut me some slack,” Natasha pleaded softly. “I have a medical condition. I really cannot keep working like this.”

Jared’s eyes grew dangerously dark. “What kind of condition?”

Natasha’s breath hitched. She bit her lip in frustration. ‘Does he not already know exactly how horny I get?

‘He was the one who personally gave me that physical exam the other day!’

“Hyperarousal!” she blurted out. Throwing her shame out the window, she confessed everything. “When it flares up, I get so insanely horny and desperate that I cannot even think straight, let alone focus on work.”

The line went dead silent for a full minute. Natasha bit her nails, wondering if she had been way too dirty and pissed off

Jared.

However, she could hear the distinct sound of his breathing growing heavy and ragged through the speaker.

She swallowed hard. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, but since he had not hung up yet, she lacked the guts to

end the call herself.

“You have exactly thirty minutes to get your ass into the office. I will treat your condition myself,” Jared said, his voice low and commanding.

Natasha’s jaw dropped in sheer shock. She prayed her ears were deceiving her.

Her mind raced with dirty possibilities as she thought, ‘He wants to treat me himself? How exactly is he going to do that? Is he actually going to fuck me?’

Just picturing it made her cheeks burn hotter, the red flush spreading all the way down her neck.

Suddenly, her buzzing vibrator felt completely useless.

Her core clenched tight at the thought, ‘If I can actually get laid by Jared… this sexual frustration of mine would be completely cured.’

After all, she only developed this maddening hypersexuality because her husband had not fucked her a single time since their wedding day.

She was just too empty, lonely, and starved for a real cock.

A fleeting look of raw, unhinged lust flashed through Natasha’s eyes. ‘If I could just get a real man to take me… especially a

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tall, devastatingly handsome alpha male like Jared stretching me out and satisfying me…”

But the cold dial tone abruptly snapped her out of her wet dream.

Natasha wanted to slap herself in the face. She shook her head in disbelief, ‘Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? Am I actually lusting after my boss’s body right now?’

Still, Jared had personally called to demand she haul her ass back to the office.

She could not exactly blow him off, especially when the alternative meant paying out a massive penalty fee.

She would just have to play by the corporate rules, submit a formal resignation, and tough it out for one final month.

Natasha rushed into the office, already late and fully expecting Frank to chew her out.

She had, after all, flatly rejected his demands to work late the night before.

To her absolute shock, Frank didn’t explode. The rest of her coworkers, however, were giving her the strangest looks.

“What is going on?” Natasha whispered to Dorothy, completely lost.

Dorothy opened her mouth to answer, but Frank was already storming over to their desks.

“Well, congratulations, Natasha. I had no idea you were so talented,” Frank sneered, his voice dripping with pure, toxic jealousy.

Natasha frowned. “What are you talking about, Mr. Hammers? Spit it out.”

“Playing dumb? HR just blasted an email to the whole floor. You’ve been transferred to the executive suite. You are Mr. Rundell’s new personal assistant.”

Natasha blinked, her eyes widening in pure shock. ‘Holy shit, Jared was actually serious.’

He had only whispered that dirty little promise of a promotion yesterday, and now the official HR notice was out.

The whole company knew.

“Employees who actually bust their asses around here are lucky to get a tiny raise,” Frank bit out, his tone utterly sour. “But you? You strapped yourself to a rocket and rode it straight to the top floor.

“God only knows who you had to get on your knees for to pull that off.”

His nasty little comment made Natasha’s blood boil.

He loved painting her as some lazy slut, completely ignoring the fact that she was the hardest worker in the department. Frank routinely dumped half his own workload onto her desk, forcing her into endless unpaid overtime and ruined weekends.

“I really owe it all to your stellar mentorship, Mr. Hammers,” Natasha fired back, her voice thick with fake sweetness. “If it wasn’t for all your ‘extra attention’, Mr. Rundell might never have noticed me.

“Now that I’m heading straight to the top, I definitely won’t forget how you’ve treated me these past two years.”

Frank’s face went completely pale, his jaw clenching.

If she had ever dared to talk back to him before, he would have screamed in her face.

But now, he just stood there glaring, physically unable to spit out a real insult.

Natasha was Jared’s personal assistant now. Messing with her meant messing with Jared.

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