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The next day when Olivia comes into the office, she finds Mr. Wellington already there and on the telephone. She smiles and mouths a silent "Good Morning" to him and quietly slips over to her desk putting her things down. She sits there quietly as she listens to the phone call in case she is needed. Mr. Wellington is talking to a client and she learns that he will be coming to the office that afternoon. She makes a note of that ? she may be needed at that meeting. Mr. Wellington finishes the phone call then turns to Olivia. "Hello, my dear. Sorry about that but my business partner called first thing this morning. He needs to go over some details about the bar," he says. "The bar?" Olivia asks a bit confused. "Oh, yes, I haven't told you about the bar!" he says, "I am part owner in a private bar, The Crow's Nest Tavern. My partner, Mr. Quincy, who you will meet this afternoon, and I run the place ? I don't plan on being a lawyer forever! We went in together to buy the place a few years ago. It was a regular bar at the time but because of it's location it wasn't doing very good. Not too many off the street people go to the top of the Monroe Building just to drink! But once we remodeled the place and called it a private club, it took off and now it's doing great!" "Oh, I see," Olivia says. "Which reminds me, I need to get you into the bar as well. Since you are my personal secretary, you will be going there with me and you will need to be a member too. Our club is an exclusive one ? you have to be a member to get in the door. We have a lot of lawyers, financial folks, some doctors, and other important businessmen as members. We keep the names to ourselves... most of our members don't want their names spread around, so discretion is important. But I don't have to worry about that with you," he says. "No Sir," Olivia says. "Now normally you have to be nominated and voted on by the members, but because you are my secretary that's not the case this time. But I have to warn you, there aren't very many women in the membership, so you will probably be hit on a lot whenever you are there!" he says jokingly. "Oh, don't worry about that Mr. Wellington... I have all I need right here in this office!" she says porno hikayeler (http://seksolog.org/) as she kisses his cheek. "Sucking up to the owner of the bar are you?" he jokes. "Only if he wishes me to," she plays along. "You will have your chance later, my dear, don't you worry about that. I'm not about to let that wonderfully talented mouth go to waste!" he says. "Thank you, Sir," Olivia says, blushing a lovely pink at the compliment. The day progresses until soon it's nearing lunchtime. Mr. Wellington calls Olivia to his desk. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" she says. "Yes, Olivia. This afternoon my business partner, Mr. Quincy, will be stopping by. I want you to meet him as you will be seeing a lot of him both here and at the bar, and he needs to know who you are as well. So why don't you go ahead and go to lunch? I have some work here to do before Mr. Quincy gets here, and when you come back, you can prepare for the meeting," he says. "Yes, Sir, I will be back before lunch is over though. Should I bring you something?" she asks. "No, thank you, dear. I will have something brought up. I do this a lot as you will learn so it's nothing new. You go, have a good lunch. I will be needing your 'services' this afternoon, so you'll need your strength!" he says, winking at her. "Yes, Sir... I look forward to 'serving you,'" she says, blushing and giggling. After her lunch was over, Olivia returns to the office, wanting to get back early to prepare for the meeting as well as check to see that Mr. Wellington had eaten something for lunch. Olivia had taken her job as his personal secretary to heart ? she had become more like a girlfriend than a secretary. She took care of his personal care as much as she did his business care. As his secretary, she makes sure his business affairs are in order; making sure he doesn't miss any meetings or appointments, screens his calls, and does whatever typing filing and emailing he needs done. On a more personal side she makes sure he eats when he was supposed to and when she comes to his place, she makes sure his house is clean, she does the laundry and made sure he has clean clothes to wear for work for the next few days. "Did you have something for lunch, Sir?" Olivia seks hikayeleri (http://seksolog.org/) says when she returns to the office. "Yes, my dear, I had some lunch, you needn't worry yourself over me!" he says chuckling. "Well, Sir, you did hire me as your personal secretary... part of that job is fussing over you," she says with a smile. "And I do appreciate your concern, my sweet slut. You do take care of me," he says, kissing her hand. "It is my pleasure, Sir. You take pretty good care of me too!" she says, giggling. Olivia excuses herself to go to the bathroom and make sure her clothes and makeup were spot on before the meeting. Making a good first impression is important to her and she wants to be sure that Mr. Quincy likes her. A few minutes later, there is a knock on Mr. Wellington's office door. Olivia answered the door,"Yes, Can I help you, Sir?" "Bob Quincy here to see Mr. Wellington," he says. "Oh, yes, of course Mr. Quincy. Mr. Wellington is expecting you. Please come in, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" she asks. "No, thank you, I'm good," he says. "Very well, then," she says. Olivia shuts the door and goes to sit in her seat, ready for the meeting between the two men. "I have to tell you, Jack, you have done pretty well for yourself," he says looking over at Olivia. Olivia blushes a bit and raises her eyes to look at him as she keeps her head down. Robert Quincy is an attractive man in his own right. Younger than Mr. Wellington by a few years he is a little shorter than Mr. Wellington's six foot height but Mr. Quincy was stockier ? looking more like a football player than Mr. Wellington. Robert Quincy has short sandy blonde hair, broad shoulders and a deep powerful chest. His blue eyes sparkle when he looks at Olivia and his smile practically melts her heart. The two men start talking business and Olivia takes notes as they discuss the bar. There are ordering the liquor issues, they discuss a few new member petitions, and some other issues that need attention. As they talk, Mr. Quincy keeps looking over at see if he is talking too fast for Olivia to take notes. "Are we going too fast for you, honey?" Mr. Quincy asks. "Oh, no, sir, I am keeping up just fine, thank you," sex hikayeleri (http://seksolog.org/) Olivia says. "Olivia, here is a very good secretary and she is quite capable in her duties," Mr. Wellington says. "Thank you, Sir," Olivia says, blushing at the compliment. As the meeting progresses, Mr. Wellington notices that Olivia keeps glancing up at Mr. Quincy, looking quickly and then back down so she wouldn't get caught. Mr. Wellington smiles to himself, seeing that Olivia is a little sweet on his partner. "Olivia dear, would you get me another cup of coffee? I am having a hard time concentrating here. Would you like a refill too Robert?" Mr. Wellington asks. "I don't mind if I do," Mr. Quincy says. Olivia goes off to get the coffees and while she is gone Mr. Wellington talks to Mr. Quincy. "Robert, I have noticed Olivia has been shooting you little glances this whole meeting. I think she may have a little crush. I'm going to see if I can play on it when she comes back. Follow my lead!" Mr. Wellington says. After about a half hour, Mr. Wellington taps Mr. Quincy on the leg then excuses himself from the meeting. This is Mr. Quincy's cue. "Good, I'm glad he's stepped out. Olivia, I hope I'm not being too forward, but I caught you shooting me little glances during the meeting. It's okay because... geez how do I put this... well, I think you are pretty damn sexy!" he says, putting his hand on her thigh. "You do?" Olivia asks. "Yes, I do. And I know that he is your boss and you have a certain amount of loyalty to him, but I..." Mr. Quincy starts to say. "Mr. Quincy, I appreciate that you think I'm sexy - I'm flattered, really. But I can't... I belong to Mr. Wellington. He is my boss and... well, I belong to him. I'm sorry, I just don't want you and him to have any problems over me," Olivia says. "I appreciate your honesty and straightforwardness. Me and Jack have been friends and partners for a long time. I can see you mean a lot to him and vice versa. He is a very lucky man," Mr. Quincy says. "Thank you Sir, and thank you for understanding," Olivia says. Just then Mr. Wellington comes back into the meeting room. "So what's going on? What have you two been doing?" he says, jokingly. "Nothing, Sir," Olivia says quickly. "Oh, I tried to get to know your girl here a bit better, but she says she belongs to you and wouldn't accept my attentions," Mr. Quincy says. "You got a good girl here." Olivia sits there almost embarrassed that she has somehow started all this.