Free His Every Desire: The Billionaire's Assistant (Billionaire BDSM Domination Erotica) by Chloe Cassidy Page B

direction. I could
virtually feel the heat of his stare burning into the back of my
head for a moment. Finally I heard the click of his weird little
shoes on the floor as he walked away. I idly wondered whether he
was the one responsible for taking away my Internet access.
     
    "Sandy, is he gone?" Cassie asked on the phone.
     
    "Yes."
     
    "Was that the great and mysterious Taylor Greene?"
she asked.
     
    "No, it was some asshole named Harry Smith in a cheap
suit. He was looking for some papers that I was supposed to send
out."
     
    "Did you send them?"
     
    "I don't even know where they are." I wasn't laughing
anymore. "I hate this job, but I can't afford to lose it."
     
    "Do you think Taylor will be angry?" Cassie
asked.
     
    "I have no idea. I haven't even met the guy yet. He's
constantly out of the office taking meetings somewhere. Sometimes,
he stalks into the office just as everybody is getting ready to
leave. You can tell when he's here because the entire staff falls
silent. It's creepy." I was searching the drawers of my desk for
those papers while I was talking. Thus far, I was not having any
luck.
     
    "Is he handsome?" Cassie asked.
     
    "Handsome is not the word to describe him," I said.
"His face belongs on a billboard. He makes my panties wet, and he
hasn't even said a word to me yet."
     
    "I hope he doesn't pick today to introduce himself to
you," Cassie laughed. "It wouldn't be a good day to skip the
underwear." From behind me, I heard a man clearing his voice.
"Cassie, I need to get going. I'll talk to you later."
     
    When I turned around, it was Mr. Cheap Suit, Harry
Smith himself. I let out a combined sigh of relief and
irritation.
     
    "Hello," I said brightly with a fake smile planted on
my face. "How may I help you?" My skirt had ridden up my thighs,
and my bare pussy was sticking uncomfortably to the leather
upholstery of my office chair.
     
    "Are you looking for something?" he asked.
     
    "No, why do you ask?"
     
    "It seemed like you had lost something for a moment
there. I just wanted to check to make sure everything was okay.
Those signed documents I mentioned earlier are very important. It's
imperative that they reach their destination in time. You wouldn't
want Mr. Greene to be disappointed."
     
    "He won't be disappointed," I assured him. "However,
I do seem to have lost my cellphone. I don't suppose you've seen
it," I asked hopefully.
     
    "Is it inside a pink phone case?" he asked.
     
    "Yes."
     
    Harry Smith pointed at the glass wall that separated
Taylor Greene's private office from his staff, including me.
     
    "I can see a pink phone case on top of Mr. Greene's
desk, but there would be no reason why you were in his office. So
it can't be yours," he said.
     
    "Exactly," I agreed as I looked
longingly at my cellphone behind the glass wall. I was relieved
when Harry Smith walked away, but I needed to go retrieve my cell
phone. It was sitting on a stack of papers. My luck seemed to be
changing for the better. I could retrieve my phone and the missing
signed documents at one time.
     
    I felt pretty foolish about leaving my phone in
Taylor Greene's office. When I had arrived at work earlier that
morning, I had a hot cup of coffee and a paper bag in my hand. Not
wanting to eat my breakfast at my desk where anyone could come
along and ruin it, I had snuck into the luxurious unlocked office
where I could sit and enjoy my breakfast without interruption. I
brought the signed documents with me as a little reading material
while I enjoyed my meal. The documents turned out to be dull as
dishwater. I dropped them forgotten on the desk and nursed my
flavored coffee, hazelnut, my favorite.
     
    Sitting at Taylor Greene's massive desk, I had stared
out the window and watched the city that lay outside the huge pane
of glass. The people moving on the streets below looked tiny like
ants. Little yellow taxis spotted the landscape. It was an
impressive view. I made a mental note to spend more time in