Free His Deepest Desire (BBW Domination Billionaire Erotica) by Simone Beatrix Page B

feeling his eyes on me the whole time.
    ***
    Everything went pretty smooth for the next two weeks. I didn’t act so much as a personal assistant but mostly a Lost & Found hunter. Mr. Reeves seemed to lose things everyday, and it was almost always up to me to find them. Every morning I’d go into work and find his office door already closed, occupied. I couldn’t imagine what ungodly hour he was waking up at, considering I got in at 7am and we both left at 4pm.
    The only real problem I was having was with the Lobby receptionist, Sasha.
    Sasha continued to be cold to me, whenever I’d come into work, she’d give me this horrid look. I tried to brush it off, but I noticed her glare most often when I was leaving work with Mr. Reeves. I remember one day in particular:
    As the elevator doors opened into the lobby, Mr. Reeves had gestured for me to go first, citing the old chivalric code, “Ladies First,” as he called it. I chuckled, curtsying to him in an exaggerated fashion, and stepping out of the elevator. Just as I looked up, the smile on my face faded when I saw the absolute disgust in Sasha’s eyes. Her hateful black pupils stared into me, just absolutely hating me with every ounce of her being.
    I said good-bye to Mr. Reeves and hurried out of the building, trying to not look back at her. I had never seen someone look like that before, and it was terrifying. That sealed it for me, I was going to have to ask Mr. Reeves if he knew what Sasha’s problem was with me, if she even had one.
    ***
    The next day I stood up from my desk, my resolve tightening. I had to ask.
    “Mr. Reeves?” I called out, knocking on his door. It was slightly ajar, so I peeked through the opening before he could answer.
    He was leaned into a bunch of paperwork, a deep set furrow in his brow. After hearing me, he sat up quickly, straightening his tie and slicking back his hair again.
    “Yes? Ms. Scott? Come in.”
    I pushed the door open and stood at his desk. “What is Sasha’s problem with me?”
    He frowned. “Her problem? Don’t worry about her... she has a problem with every one of my secretaries.”
    “But why? Why is she like that? Is she jealous or something? Does she want my job?”
    “Jealous...” he said the word, rolling it around in his mouth like it was the first time he had heard it. “Maybe. I wouldn’t worry about her though, she’s harmless.”
    I sighed, “Well if that’s all, then I’ll try to ignore it.”
    “That’d probably be the best. Anything else?” he eyed me expectantly.
    “No, that’s all. Thank you Mr. Reeves.” I left his office.
    ***
    The next day, Mr. Reeves was trying to correct my performance on getting responses back to clients. I managed to always get their names mixed up, and sometimes would mumble into the phone. Once or twice, a client of his actually complained to him about me, and he called me into his office.
    “Ms. Scott, please step inside.” I opened the door, pushing it open with my body weight.
    “Yes?”
    “I’m sorry I have to tell you again, but you can’t keep messing up these calls with these clients. They’re going to start going to other lawyers in the city, since you’re giving them a terrible impression.”
    I felt sweat bead on the back of my neck. My mouth dry. I’m going to get fired.
    “Are... Are you going to fire me?”
    He sighed, “No, no I’m not going to fire you. But you really need to get better about this. Here, come here.”
    I approached him, and he handed his desk phone to me. “Here take this.”
    I took the phone, and held it up to my ear, hearing the drone of the dial tone.
    “Okay, pretend I’m a client, let’s say... I’m just ‘Jonathan,’--  my first name.” I nodded, “I call, and you say?”
    “Hello, Thanks for calling the Offices of Mr. Reeves.”
    “No, not offices, just office,” his face reddened. “Try again.”
    I gulped, I usually wasn’t so nervous, but I felt like I really had to ... impress.
    “Hello,