Free My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) by Delilah Gardner

Chapter One
     
     
    Cassidy stumbled to a stop at the traffic light. One heel clicking against the sidewalk, she hobbled and hopped to fix it without bending over and risking either tearing her miniskirt or exposing herself to the entire viewing public.
     
    Christ! And on the day I run out of everything but my white lace thong. I really would be exposing everything !
     
    Leaning against a pole to correct the errant heel, t axicabs and irate drivers whipped past her while the outline of a giant hand blinked in neon red. Waiting impatiently with nerves thrumming through her chest, her stomach was queasy as if she’d eaten something slightly off. She mentally assured herself, it’s just anticipation and nerves…not anything I’ve eaten.
     
    Late for her first job interview since college, she didn’t consider herself at fault since the lights went off in the middle of the night. This had inadvertently reset the alarm and, in her excitement, she’d forgotten to program her phone. She was just lucky her inner clock (still on pre-graduation time) had awakened her at eight, jolting her up for a morning class she no longer had.
     
    Unfortunately, there was no way she would make a nine o’clock appointment. Unlike the college campus, she couldn’t just walk to wherever needed and arrive in ten minutes. Bus fair and cab were too expensive, like everything in the city, and forget residing where the jobs were found. She lived on the outskirts with her divorcee dad which meant everything in the city took an extra hour to reach.
     
    I’m never going to make it. What a way to start post-college life. Plus, I’m cursed for living in the country where the electricity blacks out when the wind blows.
     
    At twenty-two years old, this was the first interview in which she’d actually received a call-back. A highly expensive Bachelor’s degree apparently didn’t offer much but shackled her with thousands of dollars in student loans. The mountains of debt now loomed so high, she feared they’d bury her alive with every breath. Employers looked for Master’s degrees at the least. Unfortunately, no one understood exactly what a major in dance therapy really meant or how to utilize such at their company. Even though discouraged, Cassidy wasn’t a quitter. When times grew tough, she sought out secretarial positions.
     
    I can write up reports, take messages, and text. Anyway…how busy could one company get? Just smile and say, “Thank you for calling Bertram Industries…blah, blah, blah…”
     
    Rolling various scenarios in her mind, she mentally groaned when her thongs threatened to saw her in half when she shifted from one foot to the other. Wriggling while she waited, she tried to discreetly adjust her clothes back into behaving. Her sable business suit, perhaps cut a size smaller than necessary, displayed long legs ending at her five-inch black pumps. Although highly attractive, the tightness left her with little room to breathe.
     
    Left over from her college days, the suit had embraced her curves but now cut into places which made it hike up with a mind of its own when she walked. Already receiving male attention, she blushed and hoped whoever interviewed her would understand her lack of funds. Staring straight ahead, she practiced answering the phone in her mind.
     
    As red turned to green, Cassidy bumped into the electric pole, granting her shoulder a bruising blow before she hurried across the street. Having left in a hurry, she hadn’t considered the issue of walking a lengthy distance in the high-heels. She could already feel a blister forming.
     
    With a groan, she anxiously thought, I’m not getting this position. I can already feel it. Well—in for a penny, in for a pound…
     
    She finally reached the huge looming offices of Bertram Industries. Unsure exactly what they did—something in art exhibition or museum curator management—she didn’t think it mattered. She pondered over the details of a job