My Boss, My Saviour, My Lover

“You’re heeere!” Emmy, my best friend, squealed as she flung the front door open and launched herself at me. I squealed, clinging onto her as we spun around on the doorstep. “I’m here!” “And you’re free!” Emmy pulled back, clutching my face in her hands. Her grin was maniacal. “How do you feel?” “I feel fucking great,” I said on a relieved exhale, meaning it. I’d been waiting for three years for this moment—the day I could leave my father’s house for good and live my life like a normal woman. No arranged marriages, no housewife duties, no creepy ass men lining up on the daily packing heat and making promises they’d never intend to keep. I was a free woman. It was my 21st birthday, I’d left my father’s house after our breakfast (a requirement of our arrangement) and gone straight to an interview at WolfeTech for an entry level assistant position, and now I was here, with Emmy, about to move into my new home. All I had with me was a suitcase and my handbag. “I bet you do!” Emmy s

The woman across the room was a vixen. A fire breathing dragon with sinful curves and luscious lips. Lips Caleb Wolfe desperately wanted his own on. It wasn’t hard to imagine them in other places. One in particular, which was already standing to attention in his slacks. The look she’d cast that innocent fool could level entire cities, and now those eyes—those big brown eyes—were on him.The turntable the Earth moved on slowed to a stop. Music ceased. The moron next to Caleb, who he only entertained in the hopes of earning his business contract, faded into muffled obscurity. It seemed nothing could make him drag his gaze away from the dark-haired beauty just five meters away.She wore what he’d heard previous girlfriends describe as an LBD, which apparently never failed. This was certainly the case here. Hers was satin with a droopy neckline showing off ample cleavage, a double layered short skirt and a lace up back. A pair of black stilettos encased her feet, and a tiny black leather

He didn’t need much persuasion. Once my request had passed my lips, he was kissing me again, muttering dirty nothings against my mouth and praising my body like a faithful disciple. No man had ever spoken to me like this one did, and I feared I could get used to it.He told his friend, who had a hand up some girl’s top, we were leaving and that they’d catch up on Monday. Then I was dragged from the club with the grace and elegance of a toddler on ice skates.The second we reached higher ground, his phone started ringing. At first he ignored it in favour of kissing me while we waited for a driver, but had to take the call when it came in a second time.“I’m sorry,” he lamented. “Just…just one minute.”“It’s fine,” I assured him. “Really.” I’d been interrupted from much worse in my life. A phone call in the middle of a kiss was nothing.“As soon as we’re at mine it’s going in a drawer for the night.”I giggled, accepting one more kiss from him before he paced a few steps away, phone alr

Donning a new dark blue pin stripe suit with a champagne shirt and loafers, I strolled into the WolfeTech offices on Monday morning feeling invigorated.I signed in at the desk as I’d been instructed and waited for someone to come and collect me.Some minutes later, Sara who’d carried out my interview, appeared from the lifts with a beaming smile. She was maybe in her forties and rocking a chignon, pearl necklace, and silk wrap dress. “Rae, welcome!” she greeted me, extending her hand. I shook it eagerly. “I’m so glad you took us up on the offer. I know it was a tight turn around.”“No, it was perfect timing. I’m so happy to be here.”“Come on, let’s get you set up.”Sara showed me up to the 36th floor of the skyscraper that WolfeTech occupied half of. Inside the lobby sat a reception desk with a twenty-something redhead at the helm, typing away on a modern computer.“Becky, this is Rae. Mr Wolfe’s new assistant,” Sara introduced me.The pretty redhead peered up at me, a smile on her

I tensed at the sound of Caleb Wolfe’s office door opening.Was this it? Did my tenure at my first job end here, only 90 minutes after it first started?I knew it looked bad. Too convenient to be a coincidence, that the woman he took to bed on Friday night was his new assistant come Monday morning.“Miss Buxton,” he started, standing next to my desk with his hands in his trouser pockets. They were a dark grey wool, fitted. He wore a black shirt with it and a polka dot tie, complete with tie clip. His jacket was missing.“Rae,” I corrected him without thinking.“Right, sorry…” he cleared his throat, smoothed a hand down his tie. “Rae, have you got five minutes?”“Oh, sure. Do I need to bring anything?” Or should I just clear my desk out and save you the hassle?“No. Just yourself.”“Okay.” I rose from my seat, feeling awkward. I pushed my chair under the desk and stepped into his office. It was modest for a CEO, with a desk twice the size of mine facing the window, a small seating are