The waiting room was crowded. Mia Eaton wasn’t sure where to sit. She didn’t really want to get into anyone else’s personal space, but she didn’t have much of a choice. The receptionist barked at her, “I said you can take a seat.” Mia turned and smiled at her, having heard her the first time, but still pondering where to sit. Finally, she decided to take the chair between a large busted blonde and an older brunette who looked as nervous as Mia felt. It was a tight squeeze because the chairs were so close together. With her small build, it was easy to wedge her way in, but it was still uncomfortable. She sat with her legs squeezed together, her meager resume clutched tightly within the leather binder she’d borrowed from her neighbor, praying one of the girls sitting next to her was called back soon. “Linda McKay!” a short woman with a severe haircut shouted from the door next to the receptionist. An attractive redhead sitting across the room stood up and walked
“My name is Veronica Smithers. I’m Mr. Whitaker’s personal assistant. I do most everything for him. It is important that whomever fills this position realizes that it isn’t just about answering phones and sending correspondence. You may be asked to perform any sort of task throughout the day, some you could easily think of, such as making coffee or running to the nearest coffeeshop. Others may never cross your mind until the question is raised.” Veronica turned and looked at her, and Mia nodded, feeling pricks of ice radiate through her veins as she attempted to decipher what that might mean. They were walking through a vast space of cubicles and offices with people working in groups, pairs, and all alone, but Mia was struggling to keep up with Veronica and hardly had a chance to look around her. Eventually, they reached a small office, and Veronica walked in, stepping behind an organized desk with a huge stack of papers on it. She gestured for Mia to take a seat, which sh
“Can I help you?” Mia knew she was staring, that the man with the gorgeous blue eyes was speaking to her, that she’d looked up after the collision but hadn’t backed away, so the foot or so between them was due to him retreating while she still hadn’t found her voice or her ability to move. “Are you lost?” “Uh… yeah,” she finally managed, snapping out of it. She took a giant step backward and ran her hand through her hair. It happened to be the hand her purse was swung over, so when she did that, it swung back and forth violently before falling off of her shoulder. She caught it on her wrist momentarily, but then it fell to the floor. “Dang it!” “Let me get that for you,” he said, stooping to get it, but by then, Mia had already gone to retrieve it herself. She hit her head on his shoulder hard. “Oh, God. Are you okay?” Wincing, Mia rubbed her head. How strong was this man that hitting her head on his shoulder was like ramming
Walking into his brother’s office, Beau Whitaker waited for Sam to get off of the phone before he said anything at all. When Sam finally hung up and looked up at him, Beau wasn’t even sure where to begin. He wanted to seem nonchalant, but the girl he’d met in the hallway—Mia—was so beautiful, so intriguing, he wanted to make sure Sam was aware that Beau wouldn’t mind it if he hired her as his new secretary. In fact, if he had any say in it at all, Mia already had the job. “What’s up, little brother?” Sam asked, making a note on a sticky before attaching it to a file and moving it across his desk. “Need something?” Beau snickered. He didn’t come into Sam’s office often, unless he needed something. There was usually no need to. Sam handled new accounts; Beau handled existing accounts. If they ever needed to meet, their offices had an adjoining conference room where they could discuss whatever they needed to. The view out the floor to ceiling windows o
Mia had her Chromebook open on her lap as she looked through job postings. After the disaster a few hours ago, it was clear to her that she couldn’t let up on the job hunt. The Chromebook was old and didn’t stay connected to the Wi-Fi she was “borrowing” from her neighbor very well, but it was better than looking through the newspaper, which she also did on a regular basis.She was just contemplating contacting a used car dealership, wondering if she could ever really sell cars, when her cell phone rang.Picking it up, she studied the number. It wasn’t familiar to her, and there was no name to let her know who it might be, but she had to answer anyway. It could be one of the other places she’d recently applied to. “Hello?”“May I speak to Mia Eaton, please?”The voice sounded vaguely familiar. It was a middle-aged woman. “This is she.”“Hello, Ms. Eaton. This is Veronica Smithy from Whitaker and Whitaker.”A lump immediately formed in Mia’s throat as she considered she might’ve actual
Mia decided to treat herself to some Chinese takeout since she’d gotten the job and could theoretically afford it. Eating out was something she rarely did since she was on a tight budget, but under the circumstances, a little fun couldn’t hurt, could it? When the doorbell rang, she assumed it was the delivery guy with her orange chicken, but when she pulled open the door, she saw a courier standing there. “Hey. You Mia Eaton?” “Yeah….” He shoved a thick manila envelope her direction and then a clipboard. “Sign here.” Pulling her eyes away from the agitated expression on his face, she scrawled her name across the line, wondering what it was about life in general that had this guy so put out. “Thanks,” she said clipping his pen back on. “Yep.” He turned and headed back toward the stairs, leaving Mia wishing she could do something to make him have a better day. It was too bad that some people were never happy when there was so m
The mirror didn’t lie. Mia checked the length of her skirt one more time and made sure the seam was where it was supposed to be. She’d bought a full-length mirror when she’d gone shopping on Saturday to make sure she fit the specifications of her contract. She was wearing a black pencil-skirt that hit just above her knee, but with the slit in the back significantly higher, she felt slightly exposed. It wasn’t obscene by any means, nothing like that woman had worn to the interview, but it wasn’t something Mia would usually wear. She also had on a white button-down shirt. The top three buttons were undone, as her contracted said they must be, which meant one could see her lacy white bra at certain angles. She wasn’t sure what to think about that. Would everyone think she was some sort of slut? Her heels weren’t that high, but they were strappy, black, sexy and shiny. Her earrings were simple, as also mandated, and she had her hair up in a bun—but not a severe on
Mia followed Veronica through the maze, trying her best to keep track of the twists and turns this time so that she didn’t get lost on her way back to her assigned area. Eventually, they reached a door with a touchpad next to it where she would enter a code. “This is your office. Your code has already been created for you. I’ll show you how to change it some other time, but for now, it’s 8236.” Veronica punched it in, and the door beeped, glowed green, and she was able to turn the knob. Mia followed her into a decent reception area. She was surprised she’d have so much room. There was a desk with a bookshelf behind it, as well as a few chairs sitting across the room against the wall. The view out the window was spectacular. A few plants and some nice paintings and other décor decorated the area. “You’ll be able to change any of this if you want to.” Veronica gestured at the paintings and other decorations. “It’s lovely,” Mia replied, taking it all i
Mia Eason set the phone down in its cradle and glanced over the paperwork in front of her. Everything was in order, and she was ready to go into the conference room to present her marketing campaign to one of the biggest clients her new company had ever acquired. If she could sink this account, Whitaker and Eason would be on the map.Three years after she’d quit working as Sam Whitaker’s secretary, she and her fiancé, Beau, had decided it was time for them to start their own marketing agency. It had been difficult for her to leave her job at Reggie Smith’s company, Smith and Associates. She’d been so happy working for him for almost three years between the time that she quit Whitaker and Whitaker. Reggie had really taken her under his wing and taught her everything she needed to know about being a successful marketer in such a large market. She’d finished her degree and quickly climbed the ranks at Smith and Associates. Even though Beau had helped her get the job in the first place, t
Mia’s entire body was vibrating, her head fuzzy, and she didn’t know how much more she could take from Sam’s contraption when she heard the door opening. Her eyes were slitted as she looked up, assuming it was him, coming to do more to her. In a way, she would welcome the human contact, even if she didn’t think she could handle anyone touching her most sensitive parts now. They were swollen and so delicate, she wasn’t even sure she could manage to sit quietly behind her desk, given the opportunity to do so.Sam was moving quickly as he turned the machine off, causing the vibrations streaming down the wires attached to her nipples and nub to stop. He removed the giant dildo from inside of her as well. Mia’s body continued to feel as if she were being assaulted. She lay back on the netting, trying to still herself and draw a deep breath into her lungs.The voice she heard wasn’t Sam’s though, and when she realized there were two men in the room, and the other one was Beau, she immediat
His brother was pissed. It was clear to Sam that Beau suspected what he’d done to Mia, despite his best attempts to keep his temper under control in front of the clients seated next to them in the conference room.Sam couldn’t help but flash a devilish grin. If only Beau could see his beautiful girlfriend now, her legs spread wide as Sam’s machine fucked her brains out. He would come unhinged. That’s what happened when his little brother tried to play with fire, though. Of course, he’d get burned. For Beau to think that he could possibly attempt to steal Mia away from him was absolutely ridiculous.Beau left the room under the guise of going to get his secretary, Emily, to bring in the coffee he had suggested, but Sam was fairly certain Beau just needed a moment to attempt to compose himself. It would be fun to watch Beau’s futile attempts to keep himself calm while they met with the representatives from Seleka Enterprises. Beau would do his best to rush through so he could confront h
“Thanks a lot for your help, Reggie,” Beau said, hanging up his cell phone. With a satisfied smile, he stared out the window at the fabulous view of Chicago for a few minutes. Finally, everything was starting to come together.A light knock on his door let him know Emily had arrived to get him for his meeting. “Come in,” he said, still smiling.Emily breezed in the door, holding the files he’d be needing. “Good morning, Beau. Here are the reports you asked for and—what has gotten into you?” She stopped, staring at him, her eyes wide as she giggled.“Huh? Oh, nothing. I just… got some good news. That’s all.”“Well, I hope it has to do with Mia. We really had a nice time the other night at dinner. She’s such a wonderful person. It’s really too bad she has to work for Sam.”“Hopefully, that won’t be the case for too much longer,” he said, standing and taking the files from his secretary. “I just heard from my friend Reggie. He owns a marketing firm down the street.”“The one Mia applied
Still sore from the intense pounding Sam had given her, Mia watched as Sam readied whatever he had in store for her next. She wasn’t certain what all of the contraptions he’d assembled on a stand near the web she was still attached to might be, but one of them was a giant dildo the likes of which she’d never seen before. It made even Sam’s enormous member look underwhelming. Was he intending for her to take all of that in? Would it even fit?Sam attached the phallic shaped item to some sort of machine and brought it closer to her, not putting it inside of her—not yet, anyway. Then, he took two clips attached to long cords which were plugged into the machine and pulled them over to her, walking around to the side of the web as he did so.They were nipple clasps, that much she recognized. Her tits were still erect from all of his sucking. When he attached the cold metal pieces to them, it stung. He didn’t tighten them, which Mia thought might be a good thing, though she had no idea what
Looking around Sam’s forbidden lair, Mia wasn’t sure what to think. She had no idea it was as large a room as it was. Not that it was huge, but for a secret room tucked inside of the walls of an office building, it was bigger than she’d imagined. All sorts of contraptions and furniture pieces were set about, most of them oddly shaped. Mia couldn’t imagine what Sam used some of them for. She had a feeling she was about to find out when it came to at least one of them.He tugged on her arm to get her moving, but he didn’t have to yank hard to get her to go. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t curious to find out what he had in mind. Her throat still burned a little from the deep throat fucking, but she was wet and quaking to feel him inside of her.Sam led her to what looked like a spider’s web hung in the middle of the room. “Lie down,” he snapped. She wasn’t sure how she would even mount the apparatus. It looked as if it might not even hold her weight. But with his prodding, she grabbed hold o
Mia blinked at Mr. Whitaker twice, not sure she understood what he was saying. The way he was staring at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hate, a ripple of fear coursed down her spine.She’d just handed in her resignation. If he had bothered to read the letter, he’d know that she’d said she’d give him two weeks to find a replacement, but she didn’t have to do that—did she? She’d worked past the time in her contract that said she’d have to pay the money back she’d borrowed at the beginning if she quit. She could walk out of his office right that moment, and there was nothing at all that he could do about it.But she didn’t want to do that, not when his eyes were burning holes through her. She knew that, in the mood he was currently in, anything he’d do to her would take her to the brink of ecstasy, that the mix of pleasure and pain would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.Besides, she’d never intended to quit cold turkey, to simply walk away from S
Being back in the office Monday morning was therapeutic for Sam. He hated going out of town, especially in a rush. When one of his most important clients had called late Thursday evening insisting that he come to his headquarters the next morning, he’d had no choice but to drop everything and go, even if he didn’t want to.Now, sitting behind his desk, he was glad to be back in Chicago, glad to be in the office. He had a ton of work to do since he’d spent too much time entertaining Greg while he was visiting and not enough time paying attention to his other clients. He definitely needed to devote most of the work day to getting caught up on emails and returning phone calls.But he wouldn’t be able to do that right away because his ability to focus was seriously jeopardized at the moment. He’d had quite a few good looking women over the weekend, but none of them were able to put out the fire burning inside of him. Only one woman could do that. Until Sam had his fill of Mia, he wouldn’t
Lying on her back, a blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, her hands cuffed to the bed above her head, both of her ankles spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, Mia struggled for air. A few days ago, she would’ve never guessed Beau was capable of making her feel this way, but now that he had her secured so tightly to the bed she could hardly move, spread so wide he could surely see all the way to her soul, she knew he was just as capable of taking her over the edge as Sam was, and in many ways, possibly even more capable. After all, Beau knew how to make her feel both sexy dirty and cherished, something Sam never had a handle on.Beau’s tongue swirled around her most sensitive area as he pulled, licked, sucked, and nipped her. Her pussy was already drenched with her own juices, but having his mouth there had her arching her back as best she could with such limited movement, trying to suck air into her lungs. Her muscles spasmed around his face, and all she could get out of h