Authors: Sam Crescent
Copyright© 2012 Sam Crescent
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Editor: Karyn White
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BLAZE’S SECOND CHANCE
Copyright © 2012
Cassie Walker struggled to keep her gaze away from the tempting ass of her boss. Blaze Sinclair was one incredibly hot man. He was a tall and well-muscled man, considering he spent a great deal of time behind a desk. He had smoky brown eyes she loved to look into, his hair the same intense brown on the top of his head.
Thanks to Blaze, Cassie was the face everyone saw in the morning. She knew the main board of directors had been furious when she got the job. Impeccable qualifications weren’t the only things they were looking for. Within the first week on the job she’d noted all the main secretaries and personal assistants were blonde, beautiful, and impossibly thin. The only time she’d been thin was when she’d been too young to care about her figure.
Unfortunately, no matter how many diets or healthy eating options she adopted, her curves and size sixteen and probably a bit more would forever stay with her. Weight to her was the same as death and taxes to everyone else.
Blaze had stuck by his decision, and she’d become the face everyone saw when entering the building. This had taken place a year ago. Blaze had become one of the endless people she saw in the morning. And she loved looking at his tight ass as he passed every morning. She never took a sick day and always had a smile for everyone.
Failure never was an option for her. Cassie did her job the way she was trained, though this didn’t stop her from having lots of secret sexual fantasises about the man standing away from the rest of the group.
She directed the caterers to the corner of the reception area of the Sinclair building. It was three days until Christmas, and every year the company threw a Christmas party. They were the only company to allow all of the festive season into the New Year off. Cassie smiled to passing colleagues and gathered tinsel to spread around the last few bits of the reception. The idea was for everyone to get into the spirit in time for the big day. She loved being a receptionist, and being in love with the boss helped her get over some of the nasty gibes other female employees sent her way. Being the biggest woman in the company would bring out a comment or two.
The music filtered through the sound system, carols and Christmas style music. She signed the last orders for the drinks and arranged for taxis to be on standby. Gifts were placed under the large decorative Christmas tree.
Cassie glanced around and smiled at a few people, who raised glasses in her direction. This was the first Christmas party she’d thrown without any help from other sources. For final inspection she walked over to the buffet table and was pleased with the range of food and snacks on offer. She stole a prawn toast before walking over to the board to disconnect all of the phones when a final call came in.
“Hello, Sinclair Foundation. How may I help you?” Cassie listened to the rude woman on the line for a few minutes before realising cutting her off would be a mistake. “Please, give me one moment while I find him.” She placed the phone down on the desk and went in search of the man in question. Her heart raced, and her pussy creamed as it often did when thinking about the boss. Blaze stood with his brother, and she walked over to them.
“Hi, Mr. Sinclair, there is a phone call at the main desk for you,” she said, cringing at how formal she sounded. Reception work had her well and truly trained.
“Thank you, Cassie. Who is it?” She loved hearing the gravel sounds of his voice.
“A woman. She said just to get you.” She smiled, twirling a strand of hair through her fingers. There was no need to tell him about her rudeness. Christmas was supposed to be a time for forgiving.
“Thank you.” She watched as he walked toward the front desk until he stopped and turned around. “Will you be at the Christmas party all night, Cassie?”
“I have to be. I was told it is part of the receptionist’s job. To make sure everything runs smoothly.”
“Good.” He turned away and moved to the main desk. Could his words mean something? Why would he be interested in her being at the party? She glanced at the brother before leaving to do her job.
“Francesca is on the phone?” Cassie turned, seeing Chris watching his brother.
Cassie shrugged. “She wouldn’t give me her name.”
Francesca Lawe was Blaze Sinclair’s current girlfriend. Cassie was in love with a man who didn’t know she existed beyond the realms of the four walls where she worked.
She turned her focus back on the boss, wishing she had told the woman to phone back during office hours. He looked stressed. Cassie wanted to kick herself. Her gut had told her to leave the woman hanging, but there were so many personal female calls for Blaze that she made sure they got to him.
“He doesn’t seem happy,” Cassie said to Chris, feeling nervous as she felt him staring at her.
“That is because Francesca is trying to get him to marry her,” Chris said. Cassie gasped. If the woman succeeded then she would need to get another job.
Lusting and pining for a man who was usually single was completely different from lusting after a man who was married. Cassie wouldn’t be able to cope seeing him every day and knowing there was absolutely no chance for her. Even though she knew that now. With him married it would drive the stake firmly through it.
“However, there is a chance for someone else. Blaze does want someone, but it would seem it would be up to her to make the first move.” Chris walked away, leaving his words to attack Cassie and her imagination. She hated Blaze’s brother. The man was a walking, talking matchmaking machine. He was responsible for the previous receptionist leaving and marrying the man of her dreams, and Cassie had heard rumours of how he meddled with others in the office.
Chris “Matchmaking” Sinclair was what some of the women would call him.
What did he mean about a woman making the first move? Did he mean her? That wasn’t possible. What would Blaze Sinclair see in her?
She didn’t give it much more thought and let the party take her into the Christmas spirit. It was after eleven, and the party was in full swing. Everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves and thanking Cassie. Squeals of delight and laughter rang from all around the room. Cassie loved it when she saw the success of her planning. The food was almost all gone. She made a mental note to thank her friend John for all his help. The man was genius.
She mingled, passing out gifts and serving up cake. Even though everyone was having a good time, one person was absent, and that left Cassie saddened. Once it was past midnight, people started to leave to get back home because of babysitters and plans tomorrow. The last couple left around one in the morning. Cassie was alone in the building. She needed to organise the cleanup. She gathered the plastic cups and started putting them into dustbin bags, then taking down strings from party poppers and wrapping paper.
She heard the sound of a glass crashing against the wall and a man sobbing. Cassie searched the offices until she came to a dark closed office. She opened the door not knowing whom she would find.
“Mr. Sinclair?” Cassie had assumed Blaze had gone home.
“Cassie?” His voice was not drunk or slurred but raw with emotion.
Cassie came into the room, shutting the door behind her. “What’s the matter, Mr. Sinclair?”
“Mr. Sinclair? For once can you not call me Blaze?” He seemed angered.
“What’s the matter, Blaze?” she repeated. Seeing him upset was killing her.
“Oh, my life has just fucked up completely.” Cassie came around his desk, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead, but he seemed fine, no fever.
“It’s just Christmas. Let me call you a cab to take you home.” Cassie reached across his desk and picked up the phone, but she was startled as Blaze curled his fingers around her wrist.