Free She's the Billionaire by Ellen Dominick Page B

his erection became even harder. Why am I so hard? he thought. Did I like it? No. No way. I dominate, not the other way around.
    He drove home, the same thoughts racing through his mind. He texted Mike.
    No drinks tonight. Sorry. Enjoy without me.
    * * *
    The next morning Richard hesitated before going to work. His hand hovered over his car door handle as he thought. Will everyone know? Is Baker going to fire me in front of everyone? He took a deep breath and opened the door. I’ve just got to act natural, he thought.
    His stomach twisted itself tighter with each metallic ding of the elevator as it rose to his floor. Already he could feel sweat gathering on his forehead and dampening the armpits of his shirt. Still, he tried to smile when the doors opened.
    No one even noticed when he entered. The floor was abuzz with activity, and the new lawyers had all gotten their first real assignments. The only person who paid Richard any attention was Mike, who came over to Richard’s desk.
    “You okay man? You don’t look so great,” he said.
    “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    “We missed you last night. What was up?” Mike asked.
    “I just wanted to get some rest and make a good impression today,” Richard said. Mike cocked his eyebrow.
    “You? Serious about making a good impression? You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked, putting his hand on Richard’s shoulder. He shrugged off Mike’s hand.
    “Yeah, I’m sure. Talk to you later, okay? Trying to get some work done.”
    Richard started to fuss with some papers and Mike backed away and returned to his desk. After a few minutes Richard put the papers down and stared at them.  
    Okay no one knows, he thought. Everything is fine.
    When he looked up, Dunn was standing over him.  
    “I hope you’re keeping busy Mr. Holder,” he said.
    “Ah, yeah. Lots of work here,” Richard said. He shuffled his papers again.
    “Chris Baker wants to see you after hours today. It seems that she wasn’t quite finished with your conversation yesterday,” he said.
    Richard’s stomach dropped. He was barely able to reply. “Yes. Thank you Mr. Dunn.”
    The rest of the day went by in a blur. Richard couldn’t think of anything but Baker and her meeting. The scene yesterday played over again in his mind: her shoe in his chest, her spit, his hard-on, her warning. His heart pounded.
    Finally, it was time. Richard opened her door slightly and peeked his head in.  
    “Come in and close the door behind you, Mr. Holder,” she said.
    Richard closed the door and sat in the same chair in front of her desk. Baker’s elbows rested on her desk and she pressed her fingertips together to form a steeple. She smiled a little as she talked, and her slick red lips parted to show perfectly white teeth.
    “I should have fired you yesterday,” Baker said.
    “I know. Thank you for not firing me Ms. Baker. I...”
    “Baker. Never call me Ms. Baker,” she said. Her voice was low and sharp.
    “Baker. I’m sorry that I...” Richard started to say. Baker put her hand up and he closed his mouth.  
    “I have a proposition for you,” she said. “Become my pet.”
    Richard paused for a moment, blinking his eyes and trying to understand what she had said.
    “What? Why?” he asked. Baker smiled again.
    “For one: I imagine that you would like to continue working at this firm,” she said. She slowly extended one manicured finger for each point.
    “Two: Ialso imagine you would like to continue being a lawyer, but I don’t think most firms smile on sexual harassment. Especially not from someone fresh out of school like you.” Richard gulped. He hadn’t thought of it like that before.
    “Three: I saw the bulge in your pants yesterday,” she said. She looked directly into Richard’s eyes. “You liked it.”
    He looked down, away from her gaze. Richard couldn’t deny it, even though he wanted to.
    “So, do we have an understanding? It’s your choice,” Baker asked.
    “Yes,” he said. Richard