Mia James doesn't consider her resume's omission of the last two years of undergrad and her master's degree a lie. It's more like a failure to elaborate.
Too bad her billionaire boss disagrees.
Ex-Army interrogator and Chief Executive Bad Ass of a private military company, Collin Stark needs to know his new junior secretary isn't spying on Stark International. Trust the wrong woman with his heart and someone could wind up dead.
To convince Collin she's only guilty of being overqualified and desperate, Mia must consent to a private interrogation in which he will deploy all his tricks, starting with his favorite game.
Arousal Up.
Inhibition Down.
**********
Copyright © 2012 by Ava Joy
Sveva font licensed from astype@myfonts. Cover art © [email protected]. Use of licensed images is for illustrative purposes only and does not imply the model's endorsement of or participation in any or similar activities contained in this work of fiction. All persons and entities are fictional.
Not for sale to libraries. No lending outside distributor (e.g. Kindle/Nook) terms of service. Otherwise, re-distributing, lending, or reading this e-book without first purchasing a license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines. Control # 080912.
Spanked by the Billionaire (His to Dominate)
Returning from the mail room with the day's last post, I froze in front of Janice Green's desk. In her late fifties, with a six-year history as the senior executive secretary to the CEO of Stark International, Janice exemplified grace under pressure. Right then, however, she looked like a heavily sedated deer facing an oncoming freight train. Something was wrong, something the building wasn't buzzing about. That meant it was either a very personal problem or still restricted to the CEO's office.
We both reported to Collin Stark, the CEO and sole shareholder of the company he founded a decade ago. Looking at the building's façade and understated logo, few would suspect that the company was responsible for the safety of heads of state the world over or that Stark wasn't above donning tactical gear for a hostage rescue. With so much at stake, he held each employee to the highest standards. Retribution for fucking up came quickly.
Since Janice wasn't loading her personal belongings into a cardboard box with building security watching over her shoulder, the fuck-up had to be me. The new kid on the block, I'd been promoted to working below Janice in the CEO's office a month ago. All total, I had less than half a year in at Stark International and had just that week finally brought my monthly student loan payments current.
I did a quick mental inventory of my projects, searching for anything I might have missed or misdirected. Nothing suggested itself. Janice only entrusted the most menial tasks to me during my training phase. If the quality of my work wasn't at issue, then there was only one thing left.
My resume.
I started to roll my lips together, a bad habit I have when I'm nervous. My blink rate went up, too, and I could feel a flush heating my cheeks. I swallowed, trying to center my energy while telling myself I had nothing to worry about. For fuck's sake, it's not like I lied on my resume! I didn't make up any jobs, any education or inflate any grades or academic honors. I just left off the fact I had finished my undergraduate degree and master's.
Too bad for me Stark likely would view an omission as deception. He was a man who valued honesty and loyalty above all else. Fail him on one or the other and an arctic fury would be unleashed, his wrath cold, calculated and obliterating.
I went from rolling my lips to chewing at them. I glanced to my right where polished steel doors led into Stark's inner sanctum. "What's wrong?"
Janice offered a little half shake of her head and reached for her purse. She usually worked from seven in the morning until five at night. It was exactly twenty minutes to six. She'd just been going into Stark's
Too bad her billionaire boss disagrees.
Ex-Army interrogator and Chief Executive Bad Ass of a private military company, Collin Stark needs to know his new junior secretary isn't spying on Stark International. Trust the wrong woman with his heart and someone could wind up dead.
To convince Collin she's only guilty of being overqualified and desperate, Mia must consent to a private interrogation in which he will deploy all his tricks, starting with his favorite game.
Arousal Up.
Inhibition Down.
**********
Copyright © 2012 by Ava Joy
Sveva font licensed from astype@myfonts. Cover art © [email protected]. Use of licensed images is for illustrative purposes only and does not imply the model's endorsement of or participation in any or similar activities contained in this work of fiction. All persons and entities are fictional.
Not for sale to libraries. No lending outside distributor (e.g. Kindle/Nook) terms of service. Otherwise, re-distributing, lending, or reading this e-book without first purchasing a license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines. Control # 080912.
Spanked by the Billionaire (His to Dominate)
Returning from the mail room with the day's last post, I froze in front of Janice Green's desk. In her late fifties, with a six-year history as the senior executive secretary to the CEO of Stark International, Janice exemplified grace under pressure. Right then, however, she looked like a heavily sedated deer facing an oncoming freight train. Something was wrong, something the building wasn't buzzing about. That meant it was either a very personal problem or still restricted to the CEO's office.
We both reported to Collin Stark, the CEO and sole shareholder of the company he founded a decade ago. Looking at the building's façade and understated logo, few would suspect that the company was responsible for the safety of heads of state the world over or that Stark wasn't above donning tactical gear for a hostage rescue. With so much at stake, he held each employee to the highest standards. Retribution for fucking up came quickly.
Since Janice wasn't loading her personal belongings into a cardboard box with building security watching over her shoulder, the fuck-up had to be me. The new kid on the block, I'd been promoted to working below Janice in the CEO's office a month ago. All total, I had less than half a year in at Stark International and had just that week finally brought my monthly student loan payments current.
I did a quick mental inventory of my projects, searching for anything I might have missed or misdirected. Nothing suggested itself. Janice only entrusted the most menial tasks to me during my training phase. If the quality of my work wasn't at issue, then there was only one thing left.
My resume.
I started to roll my lips together, a bad habit I have when I'm nervous. My blink rate went up, too, and I could feel a flush heating my cheeks. I swallowed, trying to center my energy while telling myself I had nothing to worry about. For fuck's sake, it's not like I lied on my resume! I didn't make up any jobs, any education or inflate any grades or academic honors. I just left off the fact I had finished my undergraduate degree and master's.
Too bad for me Stark likely would view an omission as deception. He was a man who valued honesty and loyalty above all else. Fail him on one or the other and an arctic fury would be unleashed, his wrath cold, calculated and obliterating.
I went from rolling my lips to chewing at them. I glanced to my right where polished steel doors led into Stark's inner sanctum. "What's wrong?"
Janice offered a little half shake of her head and reached for her purse. She usually worked from seven in the morning until five at night. It was exactly twenty minutes to six. She'd just been going into Stark's
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