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His Every Desire: The Billionaire's
Assistant
Chloe Cassidy
Copyright 2013 by Forbidden Fruit Press
Published by Forbidden Fruit Press
Smashwords Edition
(All characters depicted in this story are consenting
adults)
***
A taste of things to come:
Before I could take a breath, he was
standing close to me. His hands were on my shoulders. I braced
myself for his kiss. My knees felt like they had turned to mush,
and my heart was pounding crazily.
Instead of kissing me, he dropped
his hands to my wrists and dragged me to the locked wardrobe in the
corner. Swiftly, he unlocked the door and pushed me inside. With a
deftness that took my breath away, Taylor fastened my hands to a
rack above my head. He stepped back to admire the
results.
I was standing with my hands above my head. The
position simultaneously caused my breasts to press against the thin
fabric of my blouse and dislodge my skirt so that I was certain the
lips of my pussy were exposed beneath the hem.
"This is just one of the many new positions that come
along with your new job," Taylor said. "You will obey my every
command and allow me to do whatever I want with your hot young
body. Do you understand me?"
***
I sat at my desk, willing the phone
to ring. I was bored, and I needed something to do. Someone had
restricted my Internet access and I couldn't find my cellphone.
This job was turning out to be one huge bore, but the money was
good, so I yawned and stared at the big black phone. There were so
many buttons. I had no idea what most of them did, and I didn't
really care. The phone rang.
"Good morning," I chirped, "Taylor
Greene's office. This is Sandra McDermott speaking. How may I
direct your call?" I picked up a nail file and began vigorously
filing my fingernails. This was my idea of multitasking. I held a
hand in front of my face to inspect my handiwork. Not
bad.
"Sandy?" The voice on the other end of the line was
overwhelmingly familiar.
"Yes, this is Sandra," I replied professionally while
stifling a yawn. My fingernails were almost perfect. I started
searching my purse for a bottle of nail polish. I have a tendency
to lose everything, so it was immensely satisfying when I found the
bottle almost exactly where I expected it to be.
"Sandy, it's Cassie. You weren't
answering your cellphone." It was my best friend. We had graduated
high school together before rooming together in college. I had of
course graduated, but Cassie needed to pick up a few more credits
before she could put on a cap and gown and march down the
aisle.
My day instantly brightened. I found the nail polish
that I was looking for, shook it thoroughly and unscrewed the cap.
This would obviously be easier if I had a headset, but I settled
for pinching the black telephone handset between my shoulder and my
ear.
"Well, I do have a very important
job, you know." I laughed. "Besides, I can't find my cell phone
anywhere." I paused from stroking the hot pink polish onto my nails
to glance at the mess on my desk. There was no phone in sight. I
sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Can't you use GPS to look it up on
a website?" Cassie asked. That was Cassie. She always thought of
everything. We were nothing alike. I was more prone to flying by
the seat of my pants, as the expression goes. If it were not for my
father's affiliation with an associate of Taylor Greene, I would
more likely be flipping hamburgers somewhere than working in this
prestigious office, college degree or not.
"They took away my internet access,"
I explained. "They said something about accessing inappropriate
websites. Anyway, I know I had the phone when I walked in this
morning. It's around here somewhere. So, what's up?" My manicure
was coming out even better than I expected considering my
inconvenient surroundings. I waved my hot pink nails in the air
vigorously to dry them. Thank goodness for quick-drying nail
polish. They were nearly
Assistant
Chloe Cassidy
Copyright 2013 by Forbidden Fruit Press
Published by Forbidden Fruit Press
Smashwords Edition
(All characters depicted in this story are consenting
adults)
***
A taste of things to come:
Before I could take a breath, he was
standing close to me. His hands were on my shoulders. I braced
myself for his kiss. My knees felt like they had turned to mush,
and my heart was pounding crazily.
Instead of kissing me, he dropped
his hands to my wrists and dragged me to the locked wardrobe in the
corner. Swiftly, he unlocked the door and pushed me inside. With a
deftness that took my breath away, Taylor fastened my hands to a
rack above my head. He stepped back to admire the
results.
I was standing with my hands above my head. The
position simultaneously caused my breasts to press against the thin
fabric of my blouse and dislodge my skirt so that I was certain the
lips of my pussy were exposed beneath the hem.
"This is just one of the many new positions that come
along with your new job," Taylor said. "You will obey my every
command and allow me to do whatever I want with your hot young
body. Do you understand me?"
***
I sat at my desk, willing the phone
to ring. I was bored, and I needed something to do. Someone had
restricted my Internet access and I couldn't find my cellphone.
This job was turning out to be one huge bore, but the money was
good, so I yawned and stared at the big black phone. There were so
many buttons. I had no idea what most of them did, and I didn't
really care. The phone rang.
"Good morning," I chirped, "Taylor
Greene's office. This is Sandra McDermott speaking. How may I
direct your call?" I picked up a nail file and began vigorously
filing my fingernails. This was my idea of multitasking. I held a
hand in front of my face to inspect my handiwork. Not
bad.
"Sandy?" The voice on the other end of the line was
overwhelmingly familiar.
"Yes, this is Sandra," I replied professionally while
stifling a yawn. My fingernails were almost perfect. I started
searching my purse for a bottle of nail polish. I have a tendency
to lose everything, so it was immensely satisfying when I found the
bottle almost exactly where I expected it to be.
"Sandy, it's Cassie. You weren't
answering your cellphone." It was my best friend. We had graduated
high school together before rooming together in college. I had of
course graduated, but Cassie needed to pick up a few more credits
before she could put on a cap and gown and march down the
aisle.
My day instantly brightened. I found the nail polish
that I was looking for, shook it thoroughly and unscrewed the cap.
This would obviously be easier if I had a headset, but I settled
for pinching the black telephone handset between my shoulder and my
ear.
"Well, I do have a very important
job, you know." I laughed. "Besides, I can't find my cell phone
anywhere." I paused from stroking the hot pink polish onto my nails
to glance at the mess on my desk. There was no phone in sight. I
sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Can't you use GPS to look it up on
a website?" Cassie asked. That was Cassie. She always thought of
everything. We were nothing alike. I was more prone to flying by
the seat of my pants, as the expression goes. If it were not for my
father's affiliation with an associate of Taylor Greene, I would
more likely be flipping hamburgers somewhere than working in this
prestigious office, college degree or not.
"They took away my internet access,"
I explained. "They said something about accessing inappropriate
websites. Anyway, I know I had the phone when I walked in this
morning. It's around here somewhere. So, what's up?" My manicure
was coming out even better than I expected considering my
inconvenient surroundings. I waved my hot pink nails in the air
vigorously to dry them. Thank goodness for quick-drying nail
polish. They were nearly
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