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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Night Work
CHAPTER ONEGilbert Morrison was proud of his business. He'd been in the garment district in New York City for most of his lifetime. His father had come there as a young man. Gilbert had decided to stay on.He was pleased with the opportunities that his Seventh Avenue garment company offered. He had an excellent designer who had scored with many winners year after year at the fashion shows. This always brought him so much business that he knew he had to expand. He was waiting for his son Greg, who was in his mid-twenties.Greg came home from college following summer school and was ready to start in the fall. His father took him around the office. The moment Greg saw a stylish-looking, red-haired secretary, he was excited.Gilda Clancy was his father's private secretary and she looked at Greg with an expression that indicated she might like to go to bed with him."You've got a nice secretary, dad," he commented."Yes, and I don't want you getting friendly with the employees," he reminded his son. "It's bad business."He walked into the next office and was pleased and surprised to see his name plate. There it was on the front of the desk, GREG MORRISON."I told you, you'd have a job waiting for you," his father enthused.He pressed a buzzer and a beautiful but shy blonde came in. She looked to be about twenty-five and the long, blonde hair that fell around her shoulders, complemented by her soft blue eyes and shapely figure, indicated to Greg he was very fortunate to have such a super-looking secretary."This is my son, Greg," Gilbert introduced him proudly, "and this is your secretary, Betty Richards."Betty came over and extended her hand in warm friendship."I'm so pleased to meet you, Greg," she told him. "Your father has said so many good things about you.""I'm glad to hear that," Greg nodded. "He usually is telling me I'm doing something wrong."Gilbert didn't like his son saying that."Thank you, Betty," he nodded, indicating she should leave the office.Once she'd stepped out, he shook his head."Son," Gilbert began, "I don't want you confiding anything in the people around here. If you would learn to keep your distance, it would be better for everyone concerned. And I don't like the way you looked at that secretary of yours. Maybe I should have gotten an older woman."
