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way,” he said, putting his hand onto Deborah’s lower back and guiding her in the direction of his office. The hand remained on her all the way to the office and Deborah couldn’t help but be acutely aware of the touch. It sat just above her butt and she tried to hold back the slight shiver that threatened to run up her spine, worried that the billionaire would feel it. When they stepped into the office, Mr. Sanford pulled his hand away and turned to close the door. “Just take a seat,” he said when he turned back, pointing in the direction of a chair at a large desk.
Deborah moved across the office with the billionaire following behind and the thought that he was checking out her figure popped into her mind. Jeez, she suddenly thought get a grip and tried to clear her mind. As she sat down though, Deborah was aware of the hem of her skirt sliding up to reveal a little more thigh than she intended and she raised her butt to pull her dress down. She sensed Mr. Sanford standing close, but he moved around the desk before she got the chance to look up and see if his gaze was taking in her legs. He sat and looked across the desk.
“OK,” he started. “Well your boss was highly appreciative of your skills and attributes, so I don’t suspect you’ll have any problems serving my needs.” He pushed a piece of paper across the desk and Deborah looked down to see a username and password. “That’s the login details of my full-time personal assistant’s PC and most of what you need you’ll find on there.” The next item that came across the desk was a diary. “That’s my schedule for this week,” Mr. Sanford went on. “I just need you to keep on top of it and make sure I know where I need to be and when I need to be there. Fortunately there are not too many engagements away from the office this week so I should be around most of the time.”
“OK, that seems straight forward,” Deborah replied. “How do you travel when you leave the office?”
“I have a chauffeur driven car,” he replied. “The number of the driver is on the PC. Just make sure he is here and ready when I need him.”
“Sure,” Deborah went on. “Will I be doing your typing or will that be handled by someone else?”
“I prefer my personal assistant to do it,” Mr. Sanford answered. “A lot of the information is commercially sensitive so I want it done by someone I trust and can rely on.”
“OK,” she replied. “So where do I work?” The billionaire stood and pointed to a door in the corner of his office. Deborah got up and followed him as he moved over and opened the door. She looked inside to see a compact room, large enough to accommodate a desk, PC and a few filing cabinets.
“Just keep the door open when you are working,” Mr. Sanford went on. “Mostly I’ll just bring the work to you when it is ready for typing although I’ll call you through if I need anything. Just come through if you have any questions.”
Deborah’s mind had clicked into working mode as Mr. Sanford starting giving her details of her duties. As they stood at the door of the small room though, she was suddenly all too aware of how close she was standing to the billionaire. She could smell the scent of his aftershave and it brought out goose bumps on her arms. “I guess I’ll get started then,” she said and moved to walk into the room. Mr. Sanford made only a token effort to get out of her way and Deborah felt the heat of his body as she squeezed past and moved to the desk. She could feel her heartbeat quickening again and when she looked up saw that the billionaire was still watching her. He caught her gaze and smiled and Deborah found herself a little mesmerized by the handsome face. Jeez, this going to be some week she thought, as she watched her boss disappear from view back to his desk.
For the rest of the morning Deborah worked through the details on the PC and familiarized herself with Mr.
Deborah moved across the office with the billionaire following behind and the thought that he was checking out her figure popped into her mind. Jeez, she suddenly thought get a grip and tried to clear her mind. As she sat down though, Deborah was aware of the hem of her skirt sliding up to reveal a little more thigh than she intended and she raised her butt to pull her dress down. She sensed Mr. Sanford standing close, but he moved around the desk before she got the chance to look up and see if his gaze was taking in her legs. He sat and looked across the desk.
“OK,” he started. “Well your boss was highly appreciative of your skills and attributes, so I don’t suspect you’ll have any problems serving my needs.” He pushed a piece of paper across the desk and Deborah looked down to see a username and password. “That’s the login details of my full-time personal assistant’s PC and most of what you need you’ll find on there.” The next item that came across the desk was a diary. “That’s my schedule for this week,” Mr. Sanford went on. “I just need you to keep on top of it and make sure I know where I need to be and when I need to be there. Fortunately there are not too many engagements away from the office this week so I should be around most of the time.”
“OK, that seems straight forward,” Deborah replied. “How do you travel when you leave the office?”
“I have a chauffeur driven car,” he replied. “The number of the driver is on the PC. Just make sure he is here and ready when I need him.”
“Sure,” Deborah went on. “Will I be doing your typing or will that be handled by someone else?”
“I prefer my personal assistant to do it,” Mr. Sanford answered. “A lot of the information is commercially sensitive so I want it done by someone I trust and can rely on.”
“OK,” she replied. “So where do I work?” The billionaire stood and pointed to a door in the corner of his office. Deborah got up and followed him as he moved over and opened the door. She looked inside to see a compact room, large enough to accommodate a desk, PC and a few filing cabinets.
“Just keep the door open when you are working,” Mr. Sanford went on. “Mostly I’ll just bring the work to you when it is ready for typing although I’ll call you through if I need anything. Just come through if you have any questions.”
Deborah’s mind had clicked into working mode as Mr. Sanford starting giving her details of her duties. As they stood at the door of the small room though, she was suddenly all too aware of how close she was standing to the billionaire. She could smell the scent of his aftershave and it brought out goose bumps on her arms. “I guess I’ll get started then,” she said and moved to walk into the room. Mr. Sanford made only a token effort to get out of her way and Deborah felt the heat of his body as she squeezed past and moved to the desk. She could feel her heartbeat quickening again and when she looked up saw that the billionaire was still watching her. He caught her gaze and smiled and Deborah found herself a little mesmerized by the handsome face. Jeez, this going to be some week she thought, as she watched her boss disappear from view back to his desk.
For the rest of the morning Deborah worked through the details on the PC and familiarized herself with Mr.
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