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Buffy found herself quite nervous about going into work the next day. She wasn't sure why considering she had spent the entire day with William the day before. She felt very much the way she had when she'd woken in his arms—embarrassed and unsure of herself. Almost a full day had gone by since she last saw him and that gave time for doubts and insecurities to take root. This was their first day in the ‘real world' together. What would it hold for them? Would he be cool and distant to keep rumors at bay or would he be the same as he always was. Surely he wouldn't be all over her the way he had been over the weekend. She frowned as the doors dinged open. Would he?

Stepping out, her heart fluttered with nerves and she clutched her purse tighter in her hand. "Hi Harmony," she greeted the girl who seemed determined to ignore her no matter what.

"Mr. Madden wants to see you immediately Miss Summers," Harmony said, a slight
smirk on her face. "What'd you do?"

Buffy blinked, "I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, right. He's been a bear all morning and now he wants to see you? I'll bet you've
done something."

Oh great, Buffy thought. What could possibly have happened? Did Dru mess something
up for her? Had her father somehow found out? It was impossible. Oh God, had he decided he
didn't want any part of her? Was he dropping her like a hot potato? Was he from now on going
to be a complete ass until she quit? No. That wasn't right. That wasn't like him. But it did bring
up an important fact: She had more to learn about William Madden.

Walking down the hall to William's office, Buffy took a deep breath before knocking on
the closed door.

"Come in," he barked.

I don't want to, Buffy thought as she pushed the door open, bracing herself.

He was hunched over, peering at his computer with his glasses on. Buffy stared at him.
Yee gads, did he look scrumptious in glasses. Immediately, her desire for him swelled,
tempered only by what he wanted with her.

"Will?"

His head popped up and all seriousness left his face. He broke out in a brilliant smile.
"Close the door Miss Summers."

She did as she was told and turned back to him. He sat there in his leather chair, leaning
back with his hands stacked behind his head, grinning. "Hello gorgeous," he greeted her.

"I hear you've been a bear all day," she said smiling, but fidgeting a bit under his close
scrutiny.

"Come here," he purred.

"Will—"

"You wouldn't deny me would you Buffy? That's insubordination."

She raised her brow at him. "You wouldn't be seducing me would you Mr. Madden?
That's sexual harassment."

He laughed and held out his hand. "Please, Buffy, come here."

She walked slowly to him, placing her purse on his desk. When she was within arms
reach of him, he took hold her hand and yanked her to him, placing her on his lap and nuzzling
her neck as he wound his arms about her. "I missed you," he murmured. "All I could think
about today was you. All I wanted today was you." He licked her neck and she shuddered.
"I'm drowning in you."

"Should I send out a life jacket?" she quipped nervously, her nerves tingling from his
ministrations.

He brought her face down to his and his eyes burned into hers. "No, I just want you,"
and he smothered her in a passionate kiss that felt more like a years worth of longing rather
than a day's.

When he broke away to let them breathe, he brought her forehead down so it was
resting against his. His eyes were still closed and he was slightly panting. "What have you done
to me?" he whispered.

Buffy didn't have an answer to that. "Will, I should get to work."

He nodded, "Yes, yes, I know. Don't want anyone to know."

"Right. So what is the work you have for me?"

"All on your desk, my love. I'll come see you in a bit hmmm? You have plans this
evening? I want to take my girl out."

"I can have dinner with you but I have to get back early so I can study. I fell a little
behind on my reading from this weekend." She promptly blushed at the mention of their
weekend together. Similarly, his eyes darkened further with lust at the mention and he kissed
her again.

"Dinner and an early night. No problem," and he smiled.

Sliding off his lap, she felt his eager response to their impromptu make out session. She
smirked at him. "Better hide that Mr. Madden."

He leered at her, "Want to take care of it for me?"

"William!" she exclaimed and smacked him playfully on the arm. "Behave. Go back to
work ya slave driver."

"You just wait, Missy," he told her and she laughed, grabbed her purse and left his
office—and ran right into Drusilla.

"Hi Dru," she said trying to sound at once normal and cheery, but not too
cheery—suddenly she felt the urge to bang her head against the wall.

Dru just looked at her as if she'd already done something horribly wrong. "What were
you doing in there?"

Buffy started, "What?"

"What were you doing in there for so long with the doors closed?"

"Oh, uh, William was just giving me some pointers, that's all. He noticed some errors to
the Answers to Interrogatories I plugged in for him on Friday."

"You really should pay more careful attention, Elizabeth. Mr. Madden cannot afford to
have any mistakes. He's an important man and does not need anyone bringing him down."

Buffy stood there, stunned. "Are you saying that I'm bringing him down?"

"I said ‘anyone', not you specifically."

Buffy's fists clenched at her side and she had the urge to pummel the woman in front of
her. Not very professional to do, Buffy.

"It was a mistake, Drusilla. Everyone makes them. I'm sure even you make them."

"I check and recheck my work all the time, Elizabeth. I leave nothing to chance."

"Do you want a medal?"

"Everything all right out here?"

Both women turned to see a curious William.

"Everything's fine, Mr. Madden. Elizabeth was just asking for my help on something,"
Dru smiled at him and it made Buffy want to gag. Well, isn't that convenient. Making herself
look ever so important and knowledgeable. Bitch, Buffy thought.

"Yes, thank you Dru," Buffy said shortly and stalked off to her office. She resisted the
urge to slam her door and instead quietly shut it and proceeded to bury herself in her work
while she fumed.





By the time her work was done, it was just about time for her to leave. She'd talked
herself down from being so angry and ended up just blaming herself for it. She'd set herself up
for the fall by Dru by telling the woman she'd made a mistake. Dru, who was just waiting for
her to fail for some bizarre reason, would of course latch on to the admittance of a mistake.
She'd hang her for it if she could, Buffy had no doubt.

Being angry certainly took a lot out of a person and after Buffy shut down her computer,
she bent over the desk, resting her head on the desk. She was so lost in her musings, she didn't
hear the door open and William come in until he placed a kiss at the nape of her neck.

"Are you all right?" he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She started to lift her head, and he placed pressure on her shoulders to keep her still.
"Let me give you a massage."

"Will, the others—"

"Have gone home. It's just us. "

"You sure? I'm sure Dru's probably waiting out in the lobby for you so she can spit
shine your shoes before you go home. Got any dry cleaning for her to pick up? Strap a collar on
her and she'll be your own personal lap dog, I'm sure."

He started kneading her shoulders and she let out a moan. "Are you jealous?" he asked,
amusement evident in his voice.

She thought about that for a minute. "No, actually, I'm not jealous. She's just a fucking
bitch."

"Buffy, such language!" he mock admonished her.

"She's out to get me."

"I'll talk to her."

"No. I'll handle her."

"Why won't you let me help you?"

"Because I'm a big girl and I can do it myself. You can't come to my rescue every time
something happens."

He stopped kneading and spun the chair so that she was facing him. He dropped to his
knees and took her hands in his. "I'd like to."

She smiled, "Thanks."

"Did I help you relax?"

"Little bit. My ranting in between wasn't probably conducive to helping you help me to
relax."

He released her hands and skimmed the hem of her skirt with his fingers. "What else
can I do to help then?" he asked.

Her breath caught, "Will, everyone—"

He now glided his hands up her calves and to just inside her skirt. "I told you.
Everyone's gone."

"Will—"

"Ssshhh… Let me take care of you."

He slipped off her shoes and placed them to the side. She bit her lip and placed her
hands on the handles of her chair, watching him.

He grinned up at her and slid his hands inside her skirt. "Lift up a bit, baby," he urged
and she lifted so that he could slide her skirt so that it bunched at her waist. He spread her legs
wider, and lifted them so that her thighs were resting on his shoulders and her feet dangled
near his waist. He leaned in and closed his eyes, breathing deep as he neared her panty clad
pussy.

"Oh baby, I can smell you. You're already wet for me, aren't you, luv?"

She'd been wet since she saw him with his glasses on and she nodded. He outlined her
pussy lips with his finger and then snuck a finger on the inside. With one tug, he ripped her
panty clear away. She gasped.

He grinned at her before peppering kisses along her thighs and the kissing all around
her pussy lips and then outlining them with his tongue. She jutted her hips forward, wanting
him on her clit, needing to feel his expert tongue on her. The anticipation was killing her. She
moaned and he spread her with his fingers and licked her clit quickly.

"Yes," she hissed and placed her hands in his hair. "Will. . . "

"What is it baby, what do you need?"

"I need . . . "

"Tell me, tell me and I'll do it."

"Make me cum, please. . . lick me."

With his tongue stiff and pointed, he circled around her clit and she strained toward
him, tugging on his hair. "Please. . . " she whimpered.

He then made quick circles around her clit and then flicked it.

"Please, please, please," she babbled, her head thrashing, her fingers tightening in her
hair. She was so close . . .

Then he sucked her into his mouth and she released her just before she came.

"Will, please!"

He teased, he nibbled and then took pity on her by sucking her clit hard into his mouth
and she went off. She came hard, hips involuntarily gyrating, her fingers gripping the soft
brown curls on his head.

She felt boneless after she'd cum again from his ministrations of licking her clean. He
tore his face away and leaned over grabbing tissues from her desk and wiped his face and then
her.

"Relaxed now, kitten?" he mused.

She nodded wearily. "I need to clean up," she said, mindlessly.

He stood and helped her up, kissing her deeply. "Go on now luv. The quicker you clean
up and get dinner, the quicker I can make love to you."

She nodded and trotted off to the bathroom.





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