Free Men With Power: Seduced by a Billionaire by Adora Bell

Men
With Power: Seduced By a Billionaire.
    Adora
Bell

    I
look in the mirror and sigh. It still doesn't look right. I pull the
shirt off over my head and fling it to the floor, joining several
others in the reject pile. First days at work are always
nerve-wracking, but I feel like if I can just look the part, I might
stand a chance of fitting in.
    “ Iris,
you look fine, just hurry up or you'll miss your train.” My
mother, waiting to give me a ride to the station, is starting to get
impatient. But fine is not going to cut it at Jensen and Van Bleke. I
fought my way through three rounds of interviews to score this
prestigious internship, and I want to make the right first
impression. I try a plain white blouse with a v-neck, and examine my
reflection critically. I look good, sure...but even in my smart new
suit, I'm not sure how business-like I look. There's something about
the curve of my hips, the way my E-cup breasts fill out my jacket,
that I fear looks a little...slutty? Sometimes I wish I had a
figure more like my friends', lean and leggy like the girls in
magazines. But my body is all hourglass curves. Still, I love my
narrow waist, the slim taper of my legs in my new hold ups. I slip on
my jacket, straighten my skirt, and try to pull myself together.
After all, I have my lucky panties on, what could go wrong?

    Carefully
climbing the steps in my new high heels, I feel my stomach lurch.
Even the building looks imposing. Impeccably dressed, polished
looking people are striding through the marble lobby as if they have
extremely important places to be. Feeling horribly out of place, I
wobble towards the reception desk. The receptionist, who probably
does this job in between modelling shoots, eyes me coldly. 
"I'm
Iris, um, Iris May...I'm the new intern."
She
cracks a perfect smile.
"Iris,
of course, Mr Jensen is expecting you. I'll show you upstairs."
Rae
turns out to be far less of an ice queen than she looks, and fills
the elevator ride to the 27th floor with friendly chatter. She's a
wannabe actress, rather than a model. Guess I should learn not to
judge from appearances. She deposits me in a small seating area in
the corner of the office, and bustles away to find coffee. I scan the
desks, wondering what my coworkers will be like. Suddenly, the hairs
on my neck tell me someone is watching me, and I find myself staring
straight into the gaze of a young man across the room. I feel myself
flush. He is the epitome of the up and coming businessman, smart
suit, hair arranged just so. His eyes are a startling shade of green,
and I feel them take me in from head to toe. I have heard the phrase
'undressing me with his eyes' before, but never really understood it
until now. I can do nothing but stare back, and will my face not to
turn the irritating shade of crimson it seems to love so much.
Without smiling, Mr Green Eyes releases me, turning his gaze back to
his computer screen.
    I
take a deep breath and try and compose myself, since Rae is back and
ushering me towards my new boss' office. I've spoken to Mr Jensen
multiple times on the phone, always picturing a distinguished older
gentleman, a whisky-drinking, pipe-smoking type. So I'm a little
taken aback at the youthful figure sat behind the heavy oak desk. I
mean, he's older than me - mid-40s probably, judging by the
sprinkling of salt in his pepper black hair. But his athletic figure
is still evident beneath his crisp blue shirt. He isn't wearing a
jacket or tie, and as he stands up to shake my hand, I see he's
wearing chinos. Not a suit kind of guy, I think, as my eyes linger a
little too long on the bulge in the front of those expensive looking
pants. I grip the edge of my chair as I sit down, telling myself to
stop it. It's not my fault this company only seems to employ insanely
gorgeous people, but I'm here to get ahead in my career, not ogle the
talent.   
"I'm
sorry I didn't get a chance to meet you on your interview day, Miss
May. May I call your Iris?"