Right. Jessie. I’ll do anything to help her, so I walk and stand by his desk, well aware of how uncomfortable I must appear in my new clothes.

  “So, there’s a mountain of medical debt,” I tell him, without waiting for him to say anything, “and I just don’t know how I’m going to handle all of it by myself. She can’t work, obviously, so—”

  He interrupts me, as usual.

  I’m not sure that I’m ever going to be able to get used to that.

  “A mountain of debt doesn’t concern me. What does concern me is what you’re willing to do to pay her bills. I know that 50K seems like a lot for a yearly wage, but I’d bet that it’s not going to be able to touch the bills you owe, am I right?”

  “Yes.” I swallow hard and nod.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Is he telling me to call him sir?

  “Yes, sir.” I watch his eyes as I speak. They narrow a bit, but I can tell that he’s happier with me.

  “I’m happy to pay off her debt. In fact, I’m thrilled to do so, but you need to make sure that you’re willing to work for me.”

  I’m already hired to work for him, so I don’t know what he could be talking about. I do feel hope rise in my chest, though.

  He must see the look on my face, because he smiles.

  God, he’s hot. If only he weren’t such a narcissistic ass.

  “My feet are sore.”

  “Pardon? Sir?”

  My feet hurt out there in the waiting room, but I didn’t think that complaining about them to him was a good idea. In fact, I’m not really sure what he’s getting at right now.

  He doesn’t say anything, but he does stretch out in his chair. I allow my eyes to wander up and down his body before looking back up at his face.

  “Rub my feet, Emily.”

  “Oh. Really?” I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. Part of me thinks that he’s just trying to get a rise out of me, which I’m not going to let happen.

  “Yes, really. My feet are sore. I had a long workout this morning and I’m going to have trouble thinking during meetings if I can’t concentrate because my feet hurt. If you aren’t willing to do this then you can leave now.”

  I can’t do that.

  Slowly, I drop to my knees in front of him, using the edge of his desk to help keep my balance. He looks pleased that I’m doing as he said and lazily lifts a foot for me.

  “Don’t get fingerprints all over the leather, okay?”

  This man is insane.

  But I won’t let him break me.

  I grit my teeth and smile at him then carefully unlace first one shoe, then the other, setting them off to the side. He has on bright blue argyle socks, which surprises me.

  “Nice socks.” I glance up at him to see if I can make him smile, but his face is stony.

  “My feet.”

  Yep, his feet. Carefully I pull off his socks, setting them on his shoes, then I begin to rub his feet, making sure to press hard enough so it doesn’t tickle.

  Is this some sort of fetish for him?

  I know that some men have a foot fetish, but I thought that it was looking at women’s feet, not having theirs touched.

  Whatever. I carefully rub his feet, trying hard to take it seriously.

  This is for Jessie.

  No matter what he wants me to do for him, I have to remember why I’m here.

  I take my time, making sure that his feet are fully massaged before I sit back on my heels, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

  This is strangely intimate, and definitely not what I thought I would be doing on my first day of this job.

  Hell, it’s not what I thought I would be doing any day of my new job.

  He’s gorgeous, and powerful, and if he needs me to worship at his feet every morning so he’ll pay for Jessie to get better, then I’ll do it.

  In fact, as much as I hate to admit it to myself, part of me thought it was a little hot. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I rubbed his feet.

  For some reason, he wants to embarrass me.

  That’s fine. I’ll decide later if I hate him, after I know that Jessie is going to be okay.

  “Good. Now thank me.”

  “Thank you?”

  He sighs and looks irritated. “Yes. For letting you rub my feet. You did like it, didn’t you? Did you like taking care of me?”

  I widen my eyes at him, not sure if he’s kidding.

  He really doesn’t look like he’s kidding.

  “Thank you, sir,” I say, and he nods.

  “You’re welcome. Now get off of the floor.”

  I scramble to my feet, my face flushing. Unsure of what to do now, I stand awkwardly by his desk.

  “You may leave. Go back out by Wesley’s desk and I’ll call you if I need you.”

  And just like that, I’m dismissed.

  Victor

  Part of me thinks that I pushed Emily too far yesterday, and the other part of me is angry that I didn’t take it farther.

  No assistant is willing to do what I want them to do, but she may be the one.

  That’s why I was willing to push her so far yesterday.

  I need to know what she’s willing to take, because I’m not willing to keep wasting my time with girls who aren’t willing to go the distance.

  She’s been sitting out in the waiting room by Wesley’s desk for three hours this morning, just because I don’t want her to get too comfortable and think that she knows what’s coming every morning.

  She needs to be on her toes.

  Just when I’m deciding whether or not to invite her in for another foot rub, my door bursts open and James comes stomping in.

  “Were you going to tell me that you weren’t planning on coming to the investor meeting this morning or was I just supposed to find that out when I looked like an ass in front of the Russians?”

  “You don’t need my help looking like an ass.” I stand up and stretch, glancing out the door to see if Emily is watching.

  She is, and that makes my cock twitch.

  Let her see how I handle this and we’ll see if she’s going to stick around.

  “You can’t keep jerking people around like this and think that they’ll stay with you.” James looks pissed, which is nothing new. He constantly looks like he’s on the verge of a heart attack, but he’s damn good at his job, so I do my best to keep him happy.

  Most of the time, anyway. He can’t win them all.

  “I’m assuming that you were able to handle the meeting on your own? Or do I need to be there all the time to hold your hand?” I lean against the edge of my desk, right where Emily had put her hand yesterday as she knelt.

  A vision of her looking up at me, her sweet mouth just inches from my crotch, slips into my mind.

  This is not the time.

  “I handled it.” James grits his teeth. His fists are clenched, but I know that he won’t do anything about it.

  “Good. Then you can keep your job.” I turn and walk back behind my desk, motioning for him to sit down across from me.

  He does, albeit reluctantly.

  “How gracious of you, Victor,” he says, sarcastically. “Don’t you even want to know how the meeting went?”

  “As long as you keep making me money, everything is fine.” I glance up and see that Emily is still staring at us, so I motion her in.

  She’s got on the most ridiculous flats I’ve ever seen as well as a pencil skirt and tight blouse. “Emily, be a dear and get us both a whiskey sour. And ditch the shoes, they’re hideous. You go barefoot now, okay?”

  She looks surprised but immediately takes off her shoes. “I’m sorry, sir, but where is the bar?”

  “In the corner, over there. I’m not sure how you missed it.” I point and she walks to the corner of the room, dropping her shoes on the floor before searching among the bottles for the whiskey.

  “She going to last?” James can’t tear his eyes away from her ass, and I want to punch him.

  “She’ll be fine,” I tell him.

  We wait until Emily comes back, bringing us both a drink before picking her shoes back up and leaving the office. She shuts the door behind her this time.

  Good. It will let me concentrate.

  James takes a huge sip of his drink and chokes. “This is shit, you know that?”

  I take a sip too and grimace. “She’ll learn.”

  We’re silent for a moment until James puts his drink down on my desk. I slide him a coaster and he rolls his eyes, but picks up his glass and puts it on top.

  “Listen, Victor, you need to be more present. No more of this “lord in the tower” crap you’ve got going on. I handled the meeting today, but investors don’t want to see my ugly mug. They want to see you.”

  “I’ve got better things to do. Besides, this is why I pay you the big bucks. Are you angling for a raise or something?”

  “A raise? I wasn’t, but I’ll go ahead and give myself one for having to deal with you. I’ll call it the asshole tax, how does that sound?”

  I sit up straighter and look at James. As much as I hate him sometimes, he can run the hell out of my company, so I trust him.

  “I want you to handle the meetings. You deal with the day to day shit and I take care of everything else. Listen, James, I’m not interested in meetings with investors. I have better things to do.”

  I’m thinking about the way that Emily’s ass looked in her sweet little skirt today and how willingly she had taken off her shoes for me.

  It’s just a little thing, but it’s the beginning. I’m determined to make her mine, but to do that, I may have to slow down a little.

  I don’t want to push her too hard.

  “You got it.” James stands up. He knows when he’s been dismissed, which is one thing that I’ve always liked about him. “You sit up here in your ivory tower and dream about fucking your assistant. I’ll handle all of the grunt work on the ground.”

  “Good man.” I shake his hand as he shakes his head.

  “Send her in, will you?”

  “Emily?”

  Who the fuck else?

  “Yeah. I have a few things that I need her to do today.”

  “I’m sure you do. Be careful, Victor,” he says, as he walks away from my desk.

  I scoff. I’m never careful. That’s why I’m as successful as I am.

  Even though I know that I should slow down and be careful with Emily, there’s nothing holding me back. I’m not sure I can control myself, but I have to if I want to be able to control her.

  Chapter 3

  Emily

  “You wanted me?”

  James basically ran out of the room after he motioned me to go into Victor’s office. I glanced at Wesley, but he merely shrugged and then looked back at his computer.

  Men are no help.

  Victor isn’t at his desk, which is where I expected him to be. Instead, he’s standing at his huge windows looking out at the city.

  “I did. I need you in here for a bit, Emily.”

  I walk in, my feet silent on the floor since he made me take off my shoes, and carefully shut the double doors behind me before walking over to him.

  Without my shoes on, and this close to him, I can really see how much taller than me he is. He practically towers over me and his chest is broad and full. He’s the type of guy I would drool over in my normal life, but I still haven’t figured him out yet.

  “I need you to clean up the glasses, Emily. Then come hold the newspaper for me while I read.”

  Hold his paper?

  I wonder if this is some weird billionaire euphemism, but there’s a paper spread out on his desk.

  First, though, I take his glasses, dump the remaining drink, and carefully wash them in the sink in the corner of his office.

  “Good girl. I’m glad that you’re so willing to do whatever I need you to do, Emily.”

  Jessie flashes through my mind and I nod. “Anything you say, sir.”

  “Anything?” His eyes look dark and I feel a pang of fear. “You’ll do anything I say, no questions asked?”

  “I may ask some questions. But I’ll do my best.”

  “Your best isn’t good enough, Emily. I need you to do everything that I tell you to do, okay?”

  I nod and pick up the newspaper, spreading it out and turning it so that he can read it. He nods and sits down, reaching out to take me by the hip and pull me closer.

  I take a step closer, then another, until I’m standing between his legs, but he doesn’t let go of my hip. Even as he reads the paper, his fingers massage my hip, slowly rubbing my side.

  It’s terribly distracting, and before I know it, my panties are soaked.

  His muscular thighs are right outside my legs and I’m just a few inches from his cock.

  “Turn the page.”

  His voice rips me from my thoughts and I hurriedly turn it, trying to keep my wits about me. I keep expecting him to drop his hand from my hip, but he doesn’t, even when I open the newspaper and turn to the sports section.

  “Sports?”

  “Try again. Think harder.”

  Okay. I flip through the paper until I come to the section on world news. “Here?”

  “Perfect. Hold it still.”

  I do, my arms growing tired from holding the paper out for him to see it, but I refuse to move. I don’t want him to know that I’m getting tired.

  “It’s all boring.” Before I realize what he’s doing, he pulls the paper from me and tosses it onto his desk in a crumpled pile.

  I move to step back, but his eyes lock me in place.

  “Shall I step back, sir?”

  He grins.

  “You may.”

  I move carefully, almost like I’m afraid that he’s going to attack, but that’s just silly. He’s my boss, not a wild animal. Still, though, I don’t want to provoke him.

  “Is there anything else that you need today, sir?”

  I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be near him without touching him. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want his hands on me so badly I’m trembling.

  “One more thing. I need to you to promise to be a better listener.”

  Wait, what?

  I blink at him, unsure of what he’s asking and what he wants me to do. I’m willing to go as far as necessary for Jessie, but I’m beginning to think that things would be a little easier if he weren’t so damn hot.

  Like, easily the hottest guy I’ve ever dealt with.

  The hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

  I have to get out of here before he knows how turned on I am. I worry that he can smell me and I take a step back.

  He raises his eyebrows. “Did I tell you that you can leave, Emily?”

  “No, sir, but I didn’t want to be in your way.”

  He stands up and positively towers over me. “I’ll tell you if you’re in my way, do you understand? If I don’t tell you to move, then don’t move. I thought that you were going to be better behaved and a better listener than this.”

  “I am. I’m sorry, sir.” I drop my eyes to avoid looking him in the face.

  Of course, I end up looking at his cock. I can see that he’s getting hard.

  Oh, shit.

  What have I gotten myself into?

  Victor

  I really have to tell Emily to stop biting her lip, but now is not the time. She looks so damn sexy standing there in her bare feet and her skirt, and I know that she messed up by stepping away from me, but before that, she was doing such a good job.

  She was being such a good listener.

  “Emily, I need you to turn around and bend over on the desk.”

  Her eyes grow wide as she processes what I say, but she does what I tell her to.

  I step behind her, reaching up and pulling her hair out of its ponytail. It falls in thick brown waves around her shoulders.

  “You wear your hair down from now on, do you understand?”

  She nods. “Yes, sir.”

  “Barefoot. Hair down.”

  “Every day, sir.”

  Good girl. I had a lot of hope that she would be a good listener, and I’m beginning to think that I made the right choice.

  Her skirt has pulled up a bit when she leaned over and I slowly trace my finger along the edge of her thigh.

  She stiffens, but she doesn’t pull away, so I lift the edge of her skirt.

  Her ass is round and full and the skirt is straining across it.

  “Do you know what happens when you’re a good girl here, Emily?”

  She slowly shakes her head but doesn’t say anything. I wait for her response, and when she doesn’t respond, I smack her ass.

  She gasps, and now I can hear how hard she’s breathing.

  “I asked you a question. Do you know what happens when you’re a good girl?”

  “I get rewarded?” She’s trying to control her breathing, but I can tell that she wants this as badly as I do.

  “You do.” I slip her skirt up so that her ass is exposed and lightly run my fingers across the skin. She moans a little at my touch and bucks her hips back at me.

  Grabbing her hips, I pull her towards me so that she’s pressing her ass into me. I know that she can feel how hard I am. I’m practically throbbing in my pants.

  “And what do you think happens when you don’t do as I ask?” Releasing my hold on her hips, I step back a few inches. She pushes her ass back to me, but I don’t touch her.

  “You...punish me?” Her voice is soft.

  “I do. So, tell me, Emily, have you been a good girl, or have you been naughty?”

  “Mostly...good.” She’s practically panting now and I can see that her panties are dripping wet.

  “Mostly good. I’d agree with that.” I slide a finger along the edge of her underwear and pull it to the side so that I can see her sweet pussy.

  She’s dripping for me.

  “So you get a little reward,” I continue, sliding my fingers along her lips. She moans and pushes back into me as I find her clit and rub it. “But you still have to be punished a little, you understand?”

  I rub her, enjoying the way her juices are coating my hand, then I release her and smack her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

 

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