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Madison"Mr. Knight," I kept my voice steady and professional. "I appreciate the alternative, but I'd prefer to continue as project manager." I met his gaze. "The project won't break ground for weeks, giving me time to study and prepare. Plus..." I allowed a small smile. "I have an excellent mentor to guide me, don't I?" His eyes darkened at my words that familiar heat returning to his expression. "Mentor?" I gestured to the books. "You wouldn't have assigned me if you didn't think I could handle it." "True." He moved closer, his cologne making my head swim. "But handling multiple positions can be challenging." I bit my lip to keep from smirking at his innuendo. "I'm becoming quite skilled at juggling different positions." His sharp intake of breath told me my words had hit their mark. Score one for the PA. "Some positions require extensive practice." "I'm a quick learner, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice steady and professional, even as heat bloomed across my cheeks. My mind race
MadisonThe books on his desk caught my eye again—a reminder of the real work ahead. My arms already ached at the thought of carrying them. At least he was investing in my professional growth, even if his personal demands kept escalating by the day. "I remember everything from the document, Mr. Knight." I reached for the heavy books, stacking them against my chest. "I'll spend Saturday with my mom and be yours on Sunday." The words slipped out before I could catch them. Yours. As if I belonged to him. "But how am I supposed to learn all this material if I'm always at your beck and call?" "Yes, you need to learn these. I'll leave this weekend to you. Come to my penthouse Sunday evening." "Thank you for giving me time to study." The words came out more sarcastic than intended, but I couldn't help it. The nerve of this man. 'Giving me time.' Like he was some benevolent king bestowing favors upon his subjects. Next thing you know, he'd want a parade thrown in his honor for allowing me
MadisonJenny and Audrey sprawled across Hazel's plush carpet, sharing stories about their latest Tinder disasters. I kept quiet, sipping my drink and letting their chatter wash over me. "And then he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to split the check after he ordered the most expensive steak on the menu," Jenny groaned, waving her glass for emphasis. "Like, hello? You invited me!" "At least yours showed up," Audrey countered. "Mine texted five minutes before saying his 'energy wasn't aligned with the universe tonight' and he needed to 'recalibrate his chakras.'" I snorted into my drink. "What does that even mean?" "It means he found someone hotter to hook up with," Hazel said, refilling everyone's glasses except mine. She gave me a questioning look, but I covered my drink with my hand. "One's my limit tonight. I have those project proposals to review tomorrow." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Your boss is a slave driver." If only they knew what kind of "driving" he actually did. "
MadisonI forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Mr. Knight? Are you insane?" "Come on! The way he looks at you during meetings..." "Because I'm his PA. That's literally my job - to anticipate his needs and be available when he needs something." Oh, if she only knew just how available I'd been lately. "Professional needs, sure," Hazel smirked. "But have you seen how he watches you when you leave a room? Trust me, that man is thinking about more than quarterly reports." "You're drunk." I grabbed her wine glass before she could spill it. "And delusional. Mr. Knight is my boss. End of story." "But-" "No buts." I cut her off, setting both our glasses on the coffee table. "Tell me one thing - have you actually seen him up close? Like, really seen him?" Hazel flopped back against the cushions. "Well, no. But I've seen him in magazines, newspapers, all over social media. Plus, that one time I came to meet you for lunch, I saw him walking down the hall." "Exac
MadisonI spent Friday night buried in real estate books instead of buried under Alexander Knight. Progress, I suppose. "Understanding Commercial Property Development" stared back at me from my coffee table, mocking me with its heft and academic tone. I'd made it through twenty pages before my eyes glazed over. The stack of books Alexander had given me loomed like a paper Tower of Babel. "Okay, Madison," I muttered, cracking open the book again. "You can memorize marketing strategies and quarterly projections. You can handle a little real estate jargon." Three hours and one cup of coffee later, I'd filled half a notebook with terms I needed to G****e: cap rates, NOI calculations, and tenant improvement allowances. My brain felt like it was trying to learn Mandarin overnight. I fell asleep with "Commercial Real Estate Finance Fundamentals" open on my chest, dreaming of buildings that kept changing shape every time I tried to appraise them. Saturday morning arrived with sunshine str
MadisonThe page loaded agonizingly slowly, each pixel revealing what I was certain would be my professional funeral. But the face that appeared wasn't Alexander's. And the woman wasn't me. "Tech Giant Joseph Walden Caught in Steamy Affair with Assistant" Relief flooded through me so intensely that I actually laughed out loud. Not us. Thank god, not us. I scrolled through the article, reading about how this Joseph person—CEO of some software company I'd never heard of—had been photographed kissing his assistant on a yacht in the Mediterranean. The article was filled with salacious details and anonymous "insider" quotes about their "torrid office romance." My phone buzzed again with another message from Hazel: "There's more! Check these out!" She sent three more links to similar stories. "Media Frenzy: Billionaire CEO-Assistant Relationship Rocks Corporate World" "Office Romance Gone Public: The Risks of Dating the Boss" "Power Imbalance or True Love? The Ethics of Executive-As
MadisonMonday morning arrived with gray skies and the promise of rain. I toweled off after my shower, contemplating my wardrobe choices while the local news droned on in the background. I selected a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse—professional but not trying too hard. After applying minimal makeup and twisting my hair into a sleek bun, I grabbed my bag and headed out. The cab ride to Knight Industries was uneventful. I scrolled through emails, trying to focus on work rather than that ridiculous article about Alexander and Penelope. The thought still niggled at me, though I'd convinced myself it was nothing but clickbait. When I reached the office, the usual morning bustle was in full swing. I nodded to security, grabbed a coffee from the break room, and headed toward my desk. Alexander was already in his office. A rare sight at this hour. That was unusual. Alexander rarely arrived before nine, and it was barely eight-thirty. I set my coffee down and organized my desk quickly b
Madison"I'm developing a headache from your interrogation, Mr. Knight," I retorted. He laughed then, a genuine sound transforming his face, making him look younger and almost approachable. Almost. "Now, about yesterday evening," he said, his tone shifting back to business. "You'll need to make that up to me." I raised an eyebrow. "I already apologized for missing our meeting." "Apologies are nice," Alexander said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my skin, sending electricity coursing through me. "But I had plans for us yesterday. Plans that now need rescheduling." "What kind of plans?" I asked, my voice embarrassingly breathy. His hand moved to cup my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my lower lip. I waited for him to say something explicitly, to detail exactly what he'd planned for me yesterday evening. Something filthy that would make me blush and squirm. Something about bending me over his desk or taking me against the wa
MadisonJenna handed him back his credit card with a smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Alexander glanced at his watch. "No, that will be all. Thank you for your assistance." As we left the store, I felt excitement and guilt. The clothes were beautiful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of Alexander's generosity. "Stop overthinking," he said as we walked back to where the car was parked. "I can hear the gears turning in your head from here." "I'm not overthinking," I protested. "I'm just... processing." "Processing what? That you now have a wardrobe befitting your position?" I sighed. "It's just a lot of money, Mr. Knight." "Money I can easily afford," he reminded me. We reached his car, and he opened the passenger door for me. As I slid into the seat, his hand brushed against my lower back, a touch so light it could have been accidental if not for the heat in his eyes. Once he was in the driver's seat, he turned to me before
MadisonI followed Alexander into the first boutique, a sleek space with minimalist decor and clothing displayed like museum artifacts. A saleswoman with a tight bun and even tighter smile approached us immediately. "Mr. Knight! What an honor to have you visit our store," she gushed, ignoring my existence. "How can I assist you today?" Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the saleswoman's notice. "We're looking for professional attire for Miss Harper here." Her smile dimmed slightly as she finally acknowledged me. "Of course. What kind of pieces were you looking for?" "Power suits," Alexander replied before I could speak. "Something that commands respect and exudes confidence. We need outfits that make a statement when she walks into a room." The next hour was a blur of muted grays, blacks, and navy blues. Each outfit felt more restrictive than the last, like I was trying to squeeze myself into someone else's skin. The saleswoman
MadisonI straightened my blouse as Alexander zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked as composed as ever, not a hair out of place. How did he do that? I felt like I'd been through a hurricane. "Ready to go shopping?" he asked casually as if we hadn't just had mind-blowing sex against his office window. "Now? Can't we go after work?" I asked, trying to tame my hair into something presentable. "I have the Miller file to finish, and—" "The Miller file can wait." Alexander grabbed his keys from the desk. "I want to see you in something new. Something that screams 'project manager' rather than 'assistant I occasionally bend over my desk.'" My cheeks burned. "Mr. Knight!" "What? It's just facts." He opened his office door, instantly transforming into the professional CEO everyone else knew. "After you, Miss Harper." I walked past him, hyperaware of the eyes following us as we crossed the office floor. Did they know? Could they tell what we'd been doing minutes a
MadisonAlexander came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was squirming against him. One hand traveled down my stomach to my pussy, finding me still wet and sensitive. "Already ready for more," he observed, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Such a greedy little cunt." "Please," I whispered, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again." He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward, filling me completely once more. I gasped, my forehead falling forward to rest against the glass. The contrast of the cool window against my overheated skin made me shiver. "Look out," Alexander commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Look at the city while I fuck you." I forced my eyes open, taking in the sprawling view of Manhattan below us: office buildings, streets filled with tiny cars, and people
MadisonHis tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "That's it," he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers. He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Fuck!" I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "You gonna come on my tongue?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "Come for me, Madison. Let me taste it." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy
MadisonI moaned as he worked his fingers faster, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The wall was cold against my back, perfectly contrasting the heat building between my legs. "Someone could walk in," I whispered, clutching his shoulders. "Door's locked. And besides," he nipped at my earlobe, "the risk makes it hotter, doesn't it? Knowing the entire office is just outside while I finger-fuck you against my wall?" My inner walls clenched around his fingers at his words. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. "Look at you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking responsive. Your nipples are hard already, and I haven't even touched your tits." As if to remedy that oversight, his free hand moved to my blouse, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing my bra up. The cool air hit my exposed breasts, making my nipples tighten further. "Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching off the wall as he sucked har
MadisonThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the executive floor. The office was quieter than usual, probably because I'd arrived earlier than normal. After yesterday's chaos, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I set my purse down at my desk and glanced toward Alexander's office. I could see him already at his desk, focused on his computer screen. Of course, he'd beaten me here. The man probably never slept. I smoothed down my pencil skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to his door, knocking lightly before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I said, trying to sound professional despite the memories of our kiss in his car last night. Alexander looked up, his eyes immediately traveling from my face down to my heels and back up again in a quick assessment that somehow made me feel both appreciated and undressed at the same time. "Madison," he replied, his voice low and rich. "Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." I walked further into his office. "How long have you be
MadisonWhen I woke the next morning, sunlight streamed through my curtains. I felt more rested than I had in days. I stretched, my muscles protesting slightly after yesterday's tension. After another quick shower to fully wake myself up, I headed to the kitchen. I whipped up some scrambled eggs with spinach and toast, humming to myself as I worked. I was halfway through my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a text. Hazel's name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to read her message. Hazel: OMG GUESS WHO'S A FINANCIAL GENIUS NOW??? ME!!! I frowned at my phone, confused. Another message popped up before I could reply. Hazel: I bought Knight Industries stock yesterday morning when all that drama hit! Then, I sold some shares at close. I made a $340 profit in ONE DAY!!! My fork clattered against my plate. What the hell? Hazel had never shown any interest in the stock market before. I quickly typed back. Me: Since when have you been playing the stock market??? Hazel: Since I rea
MadisonI leaned against the wall in Alexander's office, watching him take the last of his calls for the day. The Bloomberg interview had gone even better than the first, and the Fox Business segment had been nearly perfect. Alexander had been calm, articulate, and confident enough to reassure investors without seeming arrogant. "That's correct," he said into the phone, his voice steady. "Knight Industries welcomes any regulatory review. Our books are open, our practices are transparent, and these allegations are baseless." He paused, listening. "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair, looking tired but satisfied. "Good news?" I asked. "The market's closed, and we ended down only four percent. Some of our other stocks performed better, some worse, but overall..." He shrugged. "It could have been much worse." "That's a relief," I said, feeling the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders all day finally start to loosen. Alex