The Price of Vulnerability

As he stood there with his arms folded, staring out the window, Mr. Wells could feel the burning in the back of his head. Someone was watching him.

“Are you just going to stand there, or enter? You’re already five minutes late.”

To his surprise, the air did not shift, but he knew all eyes were still on him.

“Well, if you have nothing to say or do, leave! This interview can’t possibly go well. I need someone capable, not a mute.”

“Pardon my manners, Mr. Wells, you seemed deep in thought. I don’t know what came over me. Uhhh… My naa, my name is Naomi. Naomi Quen.”

“For crying out loud, I’ll never get the job now.”

“Well, Ms. Quen, it’s good to know you’re not a mute. What do you have to offer that the other candidates don’t? What makes you think you’d be a good candidate for the position?”

“Well, as stated on my resume, I was the lead sales manager at K corp. I had thirty subordinates report to me daily, and I never had a quarter below projected revenue.”

“F***, why am I so nervous? This prick hasn’t even turned to look at me once. He needs me more than I need him. I can definitely find another job at any competing firm. Who the f*** does he think he is?”

“I thank you for considering me, Mr. Wells, but I don’t think we would be good business partners. I know we haven’t gone in-depth about my qualifications, but this is already going south.”

Naomi didn’t wait for a response; she turned on her heels and headed for the door.

“Who are you referring to as ‘Mr.’? My dad’s still alive and well. And who said this interview was over?”

Frozen in her tracks, Naomi was speechless, not realizing he’d turned around, looking at her from head to toe. She curled her fingers into a fist out of frustration.

“Holy s***, is it possible to have an orgasm from this gorgeous man just staring at me?” His face was serious as a judge, but his eyes and those lips were an entirely different story. How could he be so rude, so serious, and just so perfectly crafted and beautiful at the same time?”

She was not expecting this man to be so godly.

Standing there, Naomi could not help but gawk over his six-five frame. His long blond hair was tied up in a bun, arms still folded. She couldn’t help it—she was a submissive, suppressed as vanilla. She didn’t have a partner she trusted to lead, but today she vowed it would all change.

She wanted Mr. Wells. She wanted to be slammed against that huge window with her breasts out and fucked hard from behind. She wanted to be on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, tears running down her cheeks from his dick being down her throat. She wanted to be punished for disobeying his orders. She wanted him—and only him.

“What are you staring at? You burned a hole in the back of my head when you walked in, and now I’ll have daggers all over my body now. Pardon my frankness, Ms. Quen, but are you aware there are hundreds of applicants, and only a select few get past the initial screening? Why does it seem you’re in a dream?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wells!”

“Don’t call me Mr. Wells, as I stated earlier, my father is very much alive and well.”

“But, you’re the CEO. How will I address you?”

“Call me Wells for now. We shall have a professional conversation.”

“Thank you for giving me a chance, I promise I won’t disappoint you!”

“That’s contingent on you not daydreaming, I assume?”

Naomi could not say a word. She knew she had an uphill battle, now that she’s employed as his secretary. She wouldn’t stand a chance. Wells was uptight and a no-nonsense boss, he would not give her the time of day.

With all the policies against fraternizing among employees, she would most definitely be daydreaming a lot.