All Chapters of Working Under the CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia made her way back down to the ground floor where the mailroom was located. It is a busy spot with lots of people going in and out on a regular basis. After all but one constant was sitting at the desk, happily humming to some song that she didn't recognise, shuffling through paperwork as though he would never want to be anyplace else.   

Taking a deep breath, she faced him. Mia had no idea what he's going to talk about. It could be about number of things and that scared her. Not knowing the exact topic because then she would fumble and make a fool of herself in front of him. She's not very eloquent when it comes to speaking with Damon all alone. Something she needs to learn.     "Umm...sir. May I know what do you want to talk  about?"    Damon licked his lips. "So I received a reminder mail from your university. As your boss, I have to give out character certificate before you graduate or something? Is that right?"    Shit. Mia almost forgot about it. How did she not read his emails? What a stupid day to be late for her job! Earlier she thought that Rossi Sr would be kind enough to give her an amazing certificate for all the work she's d

/His POV/ As Damon stared at Mia, move so graceful around the conference, trying to get to Chris, he couldn't help but think. The day he first saw her, through the dingy laptop screen because he was too busy in Spain to bother with interviews in New York. He was on the eighteenth floor, the view of the city mesmerising in every sense. On the screen he noticed the room which wasn't very abstract, it's the brilliant mix of the lavish and sleek interior that was captivating, none of it helps in toning down the pressure of the interview in the room. It has been going on for more than an hour, and it doesn't seem like the three interviewers are anywhere near the end. It's boring.   He glided his fingers gently on the wood while rounding the corner of the table and settled back in his chair, watching as another one failed. Damon was tempted just to close the screen and get it down with. Leave it with his father to handle it on hi

Mia couldn't help but remember the exact incident that led up to the following moment. Her cheeks flushed as she thought of previous night—the things she did in her drunken state.    The twenty-five year old looked at the camera to make sure it was aimed perfectly in between her thighs, and she reached a prodding hand to feel and make sure the blue jewel was visible. It matched her eyes and also the added colour will make the pictures far more delicate. That's what she aimed for.   She maintained her arch and grabbed for the remote, letting her other hand get lost in the sheets as the vibrator edged close enough to her g spot to have her wiggling for even the smallest amount of extra pressure. Mia's hand finally tensed around the remote, and she pressed the button without thinking much about a pose.     As s

/HIS POV/  One minute he's standing right in front of her and the very next, Damon heard her exhale, shivering as they took a step closer. His fingers trailed towards the hem of her shirt. For a minute, he couldn't believe it, hesitant and wanting to change his mind. However, her flushed face was very inviting, and he couldn't control himself. Not anymore.     He gripped the waistband of her long striped pants and pushed them down.   The CEO watched in bated silence, the pounding of his heart growing deafening as the red lace was slowly revealed. Thong. Red, lace thong.     "Fuck" He whispered, eyes glued to the sight of deep crimson against soft honeyed skin, the way the fabric sits snug over her legs. Damon was sure that Mia liked the feeling of the material though.