The more she learned about this arrogant man, the harder Chelsea found it hard to believe it was all real. It was impossible for her that anyone could be so arrogant and so stupid, she had just told him that it would make his life unbearable, she threatened to sue him legally and it seems that none of that seemed to bother him.

In the end, Steve had ended up threatening her with his job, implying that if she dared to say anything, her job would be in jeopardy, not to mention that he made it clear that he was the boss and she was the assistant. What crazy world was she living in?

As much hate as she was feeling, after thinking about it a little more with a cool head, she decided to focus on what she did best, work. Chelsea had decided that she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of getting her attention or expelling her, if she did everything flawlessly, Steve would have no choice but to see her every day, if she had to put up with him, then he would have to put up with her too.

Something she still couldn't understand was why when she had him around her everything changed, from her thoughts to the complexion of her body. At the very moment it happened she didn't notice, but, now that she had gone over every detail in her head she knew that her breathing had agitated considerably, her mouth had completely dried up and her knees were pressed against each other very tightly under her desk, she would only have needed to stutter to look like a complete fool; That was the way she was thinking about her reaction.

What did leave her completely without a logical explanation was the fact of the jealousy she experienced or, rather, the jealousy she was still experiencing just thinking about what Steve and Larissa might be doing in his office, she didn't know that she would soon know details about it.

Steve walked out of the Chelsea office with a smile on his face, he was more than aware of how much his last words had bothered her and, funnily enough, that gave him incredible satisfaction, he had just discovered that he liked the way her face looked when she was angry and the way she tried to be a badass girl too, even if it didn't work out at all.

His office was right next to Chelsea's, only a door separated them in the middle of both, but she didn't know it yet and he wanted to be the first to do it so, he went in and closed doors and windows, of course Larissa was sitting in the center of her desk with all the buttons of her blouse undone leaving her breasts open and with her legs She was wide open, holding her panties in her hand as she fiddled with them.

Steve was ready to end his relationship with her that very day, so he had sent her to wait for him there, but something inside him told him to bother Chelsea. He was fully aware that what was about to make her bother, that was what he was looking for, he had seen the influence it had on her body by getting so close to her just a few minutes ago and obviously he still had to be thinking about the night they had just had.

"You know how to give me what I like when it's convenient for you," he said to Larissa once he locked the door, "couldn't you at least close the windows?"

"No, I don't mind being seen, in fact, I like it, so your workers know that I'm a woman capable of giving you what you need," she said, spreading her legs even wider and running her fingers over her sex.

"Oh yes?" He asked, walking slowly towards her as if he were a hunter and she was his prey. "I didn't think so last night, as you never showed up to our date," by the time he uttered these words, he had already grabbed her hair near the nape of her neck and pulled it back quite hard, leaving her neck exposed.

"I knew you'd be upset, but there's a reason for everything in this life, and that's why I came here today.

"Well, you'd better start giving me an excuse right now," he said, slamming two of his fingers into her sex, making a big moan escape him at that moment, just what he wanted.

He wasn't looking at her, but he could swear Chelsea would be on the other end thinking of ten thousand different ways to call him, and none of them were pleasant. Try as he might, he couldn't contain his smile, he was imagining her with her cheeks flushed to the point of catching fire, her thick lips wrinkled from holding back her anger and the small wrinkle between her two eyebrows due to the frustration of being able to do anything.

From one moment to the next, he had to shake his head slyly to get those thoughts out. He had Larissa practically naked in front of him and all he could do was imagine the girl with her clothes on who was in the room next to his.

"Like that, that´s the way I like it, if these are the punishments that await me for doing things wrong, I'll have to keep doing them," Larissa said, as she began to move her hips back and forth as she fumbled Steve's belt and pants. Moving in a hurry, she put her hand inside his pants until she found his hard member, which made him moan with pleasure thinking that she was like this because he wanted her, poor Larissa had no idea that the only name on Steve's mind was "Chelsea". She began to move his hand around his member, feeling the heartbeat of it in his palm, "So should I still miss our dates?"

On the other side of the room was Chelsea, just as she thought, those two despicable beings were having sex without caring about work ethics at all, that was what she said to herself to justify the displeasure she was experiencing but in truth it was not that, it was jealousy, no matter how hard she tried to hide it and not accept it, There was no other way to call it anything else.

As soon as she heard the moan coming from him, he couldn't handle his curiosity anymore, she approached the door to her right, so far she hadn't opened it, thought it was some kind of relief room to store more files, but that's where the moans came from. Careful not to make a sound, she turned the doorknob and, leaving only a small slit, peered out to find a scene that would make his blood boil.

Not even a full minute had passed when the door made a screech calling for Steve's attention, the girl was too focused on his screams to hear anything else. It didn't take him long to know that it was Chelsea who was spying, so, with a wicked smile and a wink, he turned his head forward and went on with his task, what he was doing had the effect he was looking for.

"If that's what you want..." he said leaving the sentence halfway through because he didn't need to finish it, his actions spoke for him.

He withdrew his fingers from inside her to penetrate her with a single movement with his member getting a scream out of her mouth. On normal occasions, he was very annoyed by Larissa's exclamations, they gave him the impression that they were not real, that's why he always covered her mouth but, this time he didn't, he wanted the screams to be heard at the top of his voice, that was his main mission.

He didn't give the girl any respite, he began to move very fast and strongly, each thrust was more energetic than the second until he felt that she was close to climax, just at that moment he stopped.

"But what are you doing?"

"Showing you that bad choices don't come with pleasure, did you really think that after you left me lying like a fool in that fancy restaurant, I was going to stay like nothing had happened? There were important people in that place, people who knew me and I was like a laughing stock, the guy whose wife puts him on a date, you definitely weren't going to get pleasure after that, at least not from me. I hope that after this it will be very clear to you who is in charge here, I am Steve Bullock, a consecrated businessman, an important manager" he turned his head towards the door, he knew that Chelsea was still there "I am the one who is in charge here" he looked at Larissa again "Now I will go to the bathroom and I hope that when I come back you will no longer be here " and without further ado he left the room leaving the two girls speechless.