KIRA DAVIDSONHe bends me over his desk, his large, warm hand disappearing up my skirt. Shivers run down my spine as he trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh.“You are late,” he grumbles, but the movement of his fingers tells me he is far from pissed about my tardiness, and all too pleased to punish me. I clench my thighs, a vain attempt to quell the throbbing between my legs as I anticipate whatever he has in store for me.I shut my diary and take a peek around, making sure no one saw me scribble that insane entry into my diary, even though my cubicle is right outside the CEO’s office, and I’m early. No one would come here unannounced.Still, the fact that I’m not writing and instead goofing off while scribbling fantasies about my new boss—hot new boss—is unnerving. If I get caught, my job is gone. Between losing everything I worked hard for and all the trouble it took to become Rhys Redmond’s assistant, I have about fifty dollars to my name.Cyrus won’t let me work night shif
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