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barely looked at me as I passed by towards what I assumed was Kyle's office. I tapped lightly on the door and was rewarded with Kyle barking for me to come in. I pushed open the door and found him seated behind his desk staring intently at his computer screen.
    I took a quick look around his spacious office. The entire wall behind him was made of glass, giving him a perfect view of the city and City Hall that he probably didn’t appreciate. There was the usual guest seating in front of his desk, but there was also a couch and big comfortable looking chair in a corner. There was also a small bar and mini fridge, and a small closet. There was another door that I assumed was a bathroom or maybe it lead to a dungeon or a BDSM room. It could have led to Oz for all I knew.
    “Please tell me that half of the cubicles in there are empty because half of your staff caught an early flu or they’re on vacation or out to lunch,” I said, placing his lunch on his desk. Without being asked, I put my armful of crap down on a chair in front of his desk and began unpacking the contents of his lunch bag.
    “No, Miss Whitman,” he said, not looking up at me. “We are extremely understaffed, which is why I really could not afford to not have you here for the first few hours of the morning.”
    “God forbid you would have had to go get your lunch yourself,” I remarked, folding the empty bag.
    He glared at me. “Serving my needs is part of your position.”
    An unbidden image of me serving his needs and my own burst into my head.
    You’ve read way too many erotic romance novels, Lil , I thought to myself as I gathered my crap out of the chair.
    “Just point me to my cubicle so that I may begin serving your needs, my Liege,” I sighed.
    He growled. Like really growled . “Your office is next to mine, on the right.”
    “I have my own office?” I asked, cheering up a little bit. Maybe working for Kyle wouldn’t be so terrible.
    “I did just say ‘your office’ didn’t I?” he asked with a cold stare.
    I pulled open his office door and stood on the threshold. There was a closed door to my left and a closed door to my right.
    “When you said on the right, did you mean my right or your right?” I asked.
    I had never seen someone look as irritated as Kyle looked right then. He got up from his desk, marched across the room and firmly gripped my shoulders. He steered me to my right, threw open the door and steered me inside.
    “Do you need assistance finding your desk also?” he asked blandly from b ehind me.
    I roll ed my eyes, knowing he couldn’t see me. “I’m assuming it’s the giant block of wood over there.”
    “You have ten minutes to get yourself situated,” he said and then left me alone in my small, but fashionable and functional office.
    I wasn’t into the whole corporate thing, but even I was excited about having my own office, with a smaller but no less spectacular view of the city. I didn’t have a bathroom and a couch in my office like Kyle did, but I had seating for visitors, a place to hang my coat, a small fridge and a big comfy chair at my desk. I had more amenities here than I did in my current living situation. I took one good look out of my window, completely appreciating the view and then quickly got myself “situated” before heading back to Kyle’s office with a pen and notebook in hand.
    His lunch was barely touched and he was back on the damn computer. I eyed the soup and salad, thinking about my own lunch. I assumed that I’d be able to go soon, but then again, I was just a servant and probably had to eat the scraps of Kyle’s lunch out of the trashcan instead of enjoying a real lunch.
    “There is something we need to quickly discuss and get out of the way,” he finally said after a few minutes. I looked away from his lunch and found him leaning back in his chair, watching me.
    “The five hundred pound gorilla in the room?” I asked, meeting his gaze straight on.
    “Yes,” he nodded