(Author's POV)
Mr. Fernando had just emerged from the swimming pool when Joyce and the secretary exited the elevator, and he hadn't noticed them at first because he was trying to dry his wet eyes with his hands.
Joyce couldn't help but stare at his dick print, which was clearly visible because his boxers were very soaked, revealing layers of his body.
Joyce's facial expressions changed and froze up as she stared at Mr. Fernando's sexy physique. Joyce, too, thought he was the perfect spec of a lady's dreams, but she had already made it clear that this was not a transactional job.
"Dammnn..." Joyce whispered where she stood.
The secretary had made a few steps forward ahead of Joyce, while Joyce was still stunned at the sight of Mr. Fernando, who was now drying up his abs with a towel. She turned and saw Joyce drooling at the sight of Mr. Fernando.
"Hey fucking snap out of it already." She flicked her fingers at Joyce as she regained her self-awareness and gulped her saliva back in.
Joyce wasn't expecting the top of the building to have a chilled swimming pool, and she was definitely not expecting to catch Mr. Fernando looking that hot in his swim pants. It was a challenging moment for her, but she tried as much as possible to calm her nerves down as they approached Mr. Fernando towards the swimming pool.
He was still drying his hair with the towel when the secretary interrupted.
"Sir, she's here." The secretary said
"Oh Joyce, welcome," he spoke with a smile while turning in Joyce's direction.
Joyce was busy analyzing Mr. Fernando's abs and didn't hear him the first time. He knew and smirked like someone planning something devious.
"Joyce?"
"Sorry. Good morning, Mr. Fernando." She responded, shuffling her face away and avoiding eye contact with him.
Their proximity was close with Mr. Fernando; the secretary bit her lower lips and craved to be handled by the well-filled muscles of Mr. Fernando that very moment as he flashed them before their eyes. She was already getting wet and rubbed her thighs together in an awkward manner.
Meanwhile, Joyce had never gotten this close to Mr. Fernando with his shirt off. Although she still had a blurry memory of how his dick was seriously thrusting into the secretary's wet pussy, she was too anxious to notice the beautiful view Mr. Fernando's office had, aside from the well-furnished swimming pool, which couldn't be unnoticed.
It was wide and broad, and Mr. Fernando was the only one on the tenth floor. It was his office and private space. The majority of the SCREAM TV workers don't come up here; it's just a few people and celebs who try to get fucked by Mr. Fernando.
"Oh, Mr. Fernando, give me that and let me dry up your back," the secretary said after resisting touching him for a long time.
She took the towel from him and dried his back with it, slowly narrowing it down to his waist. Joyce watched as the Secretary looked at her deviously while drying up Mr. Fernando's back, and she interrupted them.
"So I'm ready to work, Mr. Fernando." Joyce uttered.
"Oh, that's right I need to take you to your office." The secretary snapped.
"Don't worry about that, she can have her office here with me." Mr. Fernando said.
The secretary stopped drying up his back after he mentioned this.
"What do you mean, Sir?" She asked.
"You heard me. Prepare Joyce's office here with me." He replied.
The atmosphere tensed up as the secretary could not believe her ears, wondering what Mr. Fernando was up to. She could not see any reason why he wanted Joyce to stay with him in his office since this wasn't like him.
Joyce stood where she was, looking shocked and confused as well. It was in that moment that she became conscious and took a proper look at the fantastic office of Mr. Fernando.
It had a glassy room by one side where his desk and office chair were located, but then again, there was this big TV directly facing it a few steps away. A fridge was present too, while it also had a bar on another side of the room.
Joyce was stunned that the tenth floor had everything and more she needed in an apartment in a 4-star hotel.
"What's with the face, Joyce?" Mr. Fernando asked after spotting Joyce spinning her neck around the office.
"You mean I would have my office, right here?" She emphasized.
"You're my coffee maker; I need you closest to me at all times."
With that said, Joyce was excited and anxious at the same time. She held her hands on her forehead while catching her breath to calm her nerves. The secretary looked at Joyce enviously.
She's closest to Mr. Fernando in the company and had expected this kind of treatment from him instead, but Joyce was getting all of that without even doing anything yet. Mr. Fernando had fucked and tasted her pussy numerous times and had treated her rightly by offering some of her heart desires in the past, but still, the secretary was envious of Joyce for this one thing.
"Prepare her office on the other side of my room." Mr. Fernando said to the secretary, pointing to his glassy room.
She hesitated for a while before doing as he instructed and heading for the elevator, leaving Joyce and Mr. Fernando alone.
Joyce's gaze then wandered down his dick once more. He caught her and said "it's okay."
She felt embarrassed and began to stutter while trying to deny it.
"I....I...I didn't do anything"
"I'll be in the glass room." Mr. Fernando said as he walked away.
Joyce felt relief after such pressure and sat by the lounge close to the swimming pool waiting for the secretary to be back, and in that moment, she received a text message from someone she wasn't expecting at all.