It was seven forty-five, fifteen minutes to the meeting time when Clara pushed the elevator button, her heartbeat unhumanly fast as she waited for the doors to slide open. For some reason, the cab man had driven more slowly than usual and the traffic had been more terrifying. Not to say that she had forgotten the flash drive where the PowerPoint she had prepared for her presentation was, and she'd had to return to Brenda's apartment to pick it up. She'd worked all night, only catching a two-hour sleep which had seemed like a minute. Her feet were wobbly under her heels and her fingers shook, sweat rolling down in beads down her temple. In general, she was beyond exhausted. Clara was beat. The doors slid open again, those familiar doors which still suffocated her as they opened, reminding her of another bad day. It wasn't presumptuous to say that she had always hated her job, more because of her colleagues than the tedious task she had to face. But she had no option but to manage
He was Adonis on stage tonight, emanating hardcore sex like a cologne and spreading it through her body. An hour into her arrival and Clara was beginning to wonder if she had made the right decision accepting Andre's invitation, because all she wanted to do as she watched him from the lounge was to do something crazy like spread her legs and flash him the black lingerie she had worn. Or dip her fingers into her swollen wetness and get herself off. It was what his performance was doing to her; it made her want to get down and dirty. Hard. Everything about the décor tonight went beyond sensuality to exude an aura of untamed, raw, eroticism. The strobe lights were shades darker than they had been the past week, and the waitresses and waiters were dressed in outfits even more revealing than before. The hunky males wore crossing belts carefully fixed to lay emphasis on their hard nipples, their pants so tight that every shape of their heavy bulge was visible. They were all tanned, dar
Whatever that Clara had expected as soon as the elevator doors slid open on getting top floor, she hadn't got it. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but perhaps a sweaty room where people were engaged in orgies, definitely not a silent hallway which was as calm as a workplace, painted white and grey and decorated with shiny linoleum floors. CCTV cameras were attached to the ceilings, and she counted them in confusion, tempted to ask Andre if there was another El Dorado. A door opened at the edge of the expansive hallway, and a brunette dressed in red leather corset which laid emphasis on her lean waist, wide hips and voluptuous bosom stepped out of it, walking towards them, her step that of a fashion model. She had worn a garter belt and net stockings, with heels made for the pole. Clara guessed immediately that she was one of the strippers, but unlike the others without any form of identity, she bore the name tag, 'Krystal' in between her exposed breasts. Red lipstick
Wine whose taste blended with the best chocolate bar she had ever eaten sent an orgasmic feeling right down her throat, Soft jazz music playing from the stereos, making her ears wish to live there, to flirt with the light baritone voice, The subtle fragrance permeating through the air purifier, The purposive smoke rising from the purifier as well, clouding the middle of the room where Adonis rotated his body which was capable of assassinating every woman with wetness, Adonis himself behind a veil, having cast the room in fiery red shades, making it so that only the silhouette of his body could be seen even when his image showed in the mirrors. That was right, mirrors. One of the settings he had changed the once normal room to before he started dancing had been to make the command, 'Activate mirrors' and 'Release the veil' which had been followed immediately by the walls seeming to turn upside down, mirrors replacing the paintings just as a tra
She understood then what the whole evening had been about. Scratch that, he had started planning this in the afternoon, or perhaps in the morning and had only started executing his plans at noon. Asking for her opinion, holding her hands, buying her that cake, all had been a strategic build up for the strong manipulative game he had already mapped out. And to think that she had gone ahead with them all, a pawn in his board, smiling and blushing and being so well-damn seduced she had begged him to fuck her. Oh shit, her skin reddened for a different reason as she gave him a nudge, making him disengage from that entanglement of deceit and manipulation. "Cara, what is it? You want to sign it now so we can begin?" Clara scoffed, her heart burning in fierce anger. "You never had any plan of keeping me as your executive assistant right?" Right, he had spent the last few days burdening her with work, and then intentionally asked her to get a week's wor
The automated doors slid close behind Gonzalo who took quick strides to catch up with his boss, his eyes focused on his iPad, while he quickly searched for the document that Andre had asked for, and these he did without missing a step. His meticulousness as well as his ability to multitask was the reason he had been chosen as the international chief of staff as well as Chief Secretary. Sometimes, people who were yet to meet the CEO mistook him to be the head of the entire corporation, because his mannerism and choice of clothes were of standard quality. So were his looks. But one look at Andre and there definitely couldn't be any question of who was the boss of whom. He didn't need any introduction to be understood as the long-awaited delicious meal, while Gonzalo was the appetizer. Although the Spanish Chief Secretary was mouth-watering snack especially with that calm attitude of his which blended with his polite aloof personality. It was rare to see him ran
Clara recounted one of the quotes in a motivational book she had been reading on how to be a respected boss, taking deep breaths as her pulse and heartbeat quickened in succession. She had again followed Gonzalo behind Andre out of the conference hall, ignoring the stares of the board and executive members, ladies in gentlemen in expensive suits and dresses who had nothing better to do than to make background comments about her. As they approached the hallway that led to their offices, Andre halted in his steps, turning to her. "Ms. Lynn, this project is very important to help us establish a strong footing in Europe. Don't mess it up." Her heartbeat went all haywire again, pounding in such a frenzy she could hear it. She nodded, swallowing a lump of anxiety and nervousness. "I won't." He stared at her for a few seconds before he nodded, "Alright then, I'll be expecting perfect results." He went into his office with Gonzalo who started expl
"Thanks for the tip, ma'am' "It's okay, Gwen, you can just address me by my first name." Clara countered with a smile, yet again attempting to make the other woman whom she could only guess was her age mate or a little younger than she was, comfortable. "Oh ahem...Ms.... Clara, thanks, you're a great boss." Guinevere had a smile fixated on her face, the same smile she had whenever Clara returned to find her prepared to leave in the evening. It had been a shock the first time she had come ringing the doorbell early one morning, and introducing herself as the cleaning lady employed by Mr. Quinn. Well, one quick phone call to her boss and her shock had been replaced with something close to amazement. Most of the time, Clara still couldn't get the hang of this new life of hers. She drove to work every morning in a dashing red Maserati dressed in one of the classy dresses arranged in her walk-in closet, and had a meeting with the assistants who nodded to eve