The drive to his pent house was annoyingly long and stressful at the same time due to the hectic traffic on the road.
Because he left office late although not intentionally, Michael thought the traffic would have lessened by now but he was very wrong as it was still very much serious.
After spending close to two hours for a drive meant to be fifteen minutes or less on a normal day free of traffic Michael let out a deep sigh of relief when Andrew, his driver, pulled up directly in front of his big black gate before honking.
"Finally," Michael muttered, making Andrew smile, feeling sorry for his boss for having to go through the stress.
"I'm sorry boss,” he apologized.
“For what?”
“For having to go through the stress and getting stuck in traffic.”
Gaining his attention, Michael stared at him through the front mirror as he cocked his head to the side.
“And why are you apologizing when it’s not your fault? Come on,” he waved it off with his hand. “Forget about it and concentrate on getting us inside.”
“Yes sir.” He threw him a salute making Michael smile as he brought out his mobile.
He would like to see if Angela has sent the mail to his email like he asked earlier.
On seeing the document had been sent an hour ago by her, he smiled, feeling happy for having an efficient personal assistant like her.
This is among the many things Michael will forever keep Patricia in a special place in his heart. Because she is a life saver.
Since he has been employing new personal assistant, Angela has been his most efficient one out of all who is so dedicated in her work and never try to make advances at him unlike his previous incompetent assistant whose only aim is to seduce him and maybe have a baby for him.
He shuddered at the thought of being unable to imagine what life would be like if that were to happen.
His mind took him back to what happened with his previous personal assistant Kimberly.
He remembered the stress he had to go through before he could get rid of his previous personal assistant most especially Kimberly who was like a tigress.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t have an affair with her or any one of them for that matter.” He said feeling proud of himself.
Right from the beginning, Michael hates such things and never touches his employees except for Michelle of course which is why it is quite shocking to him because he can't seem to explain how that started.
All he just knew was that one minute she is on his bed and they are both doing the unthinkable. Shaking his head, he snapped the thought out before stepping out of the car as his driver held the door open for him until he got out fully before closing it behind him.
"Bring my briefcase inside," he said as he strolled to the entrance door of his penthouse with Andrew tagging right behind holding his heavy briefcase in his two hands because of how heavy it was.
“Sir, please, mind if I ask?”
“Go on.”
“What sort of things do you put inside your briefcase?"
"Why?" He cocked his head one side staring at him but only for some seconds before he continued moving forward towards his destination.
"Because it‘s so heavy sir."
Chuckling, Michael rang the bell before responding. "Stop complaining and lift it properly."
As the door flew open, the person he'd been hoping to see was standing right in front of him looking so beautiful in her very short uniform.
Furrowing his brow confusedly, he stared at her wondering if she tampered with the length making it extra short. But whichever, he liked it because it means quicker access to his destination without any hindrance.
He hoped she was panty less too, and a smirk appeared on his smug face.
"Sir, where am I to drop your briefcase?" Andrew asked when he waited for Michael's next order but nothing came forth after the door opened.
Snapping out of his sinful thoughts, Michael coughed, clearing his throat properly before returning back to his professional tone.
"Take it to my study and close the door when you're done."
Bowing slightly, Andrew went to do as told.
"Good evening sir, welcome."
"Thank you Michelle, when did you arrive?"
"Some minutes ago sir. Where would you like your dinner served sir, at the dining or your bedroom?" She said, laying more emphasis on the word 'your bedroom.'
"My room will be just fine." Michael said as he damp the sweat on his forehead with his white handkerchief.
"As you wish sir." She said before purposefully swaying her hips as she walked to the kitchen.
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead continuously and he kept damping it with his handkerchief until it was fully soaked with his sweat both on his forehead and palm.
Clearing his throat one last time, Michael searched with his gaze to see if anyone was present and saw how he was gawking at her ass some minutes ago.
Luckily for him, Cynthia was in her room and Andrew only came out some minutes after he was done gawking.
"Goodnight sir," Andrew greeted as he closed the door.
"Goodnight," he muttered under his breath before going upstairs to his room to freshen up and get ready for the activity that was about to begin.
Michelle took her time in the kitchen because she knew at the time, Michael will still be in the bathroom showering.
Once she was done serving everything neatly in the tray exactly how he likes it, she went to freshen up quickly too although she had already done that earlier which was the first thing she did when she arrived.
But not to take chances she still went to freshen up again so she could smell nice. And this time around as she was putting on a clean uniform she ensured not to put on any panties or wear a bra letting her full breast bounce freely with each step she took.
In order to drive Michael crazy she made sure to take all her uniforms to a tailor and made it shorter and tighter.
And the reaction she expected was what she got when Michael couldn't take his eyes off her. She loved the way his eyes kept lingering on her short dress, staring down her legs and back up again until it settled on her full tit.
She watched as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead making her chuckle deeply in her heart.
Michelle almost smiled but concealed it quickly before he could see it.
Smelling fresh and nice, Michelle returned to the kitchen to get the tray. With the tray of food in her hand, she carried it straight to his bedroom.
As she climbed the stairs she kept looking around hoping Cynthia was not somewhere lurking in the shadows keeping tracks of her.
The thing is, Cynthia has always been a pain in her ass from the moment she started working in this house and she has no idea why. Sighing, she continued climbing the flight of stairs heading straight to his bedroom.
When she got to his room, Michelle didn't bother knocking since the door was already slightly open.
Michael left it open intentionally so she wouldn't have to knock, making a sound. He wants their affair to remain secret and between both of them only.
Placing the tray of food on the empty table, she went to close the door bolting it at the back just in case nosy Cynthia comes ruining everything for her.
Then she started stripping, taking off her uniform so that as Michael was having his dinner he would have his eyes directly fixed on her, eating her also with his eyes.
Looking round she looked for the perfect spot to lay before deciding to lay in the middle part of the bed with her breast facing straight ahead so he could gawk at her to his heart's content.
As she was positioning herself on the bed, she heard the shower stop running.
Smiling, she laid pretending to be asleep.