Mia Marker had only recently been hired at her company, when she unexpectedly received a letter congratulating her on her promotion of becoming Executive Assistant to the CEO, Mr. Jenkins, of Key Digital. She was floored! Why had she been the one chosen for the job when there were other more qualified candidates?
Yet, she wasn't about to turn down a once in a lifetime opportunity to one of the most powerful men in the nation. He was known to be serious, a man with no room or time for BS, and a man that would make any woman melt in her shoes just by looking at him.
He prefers to dominate. But can she handle being his submissive and take on the position?
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The next morning, dressed in a short, form-fitting black dress that showcased a moderate amount of cleavage, a pearl necklace with matching earrings, black high heels, my blond hair falling around my shoulders in curls, two layers of mascara to define my brown eyes and a blood-red shade painted over my lips, I nervously approached Mr. Jenkins’ door, since I had never actually met with him before. I knew he was very cutthroat, and a ‘no bullshit’ type of guy, so this was my opportunity to impress him – I had one chance. I pushed my cleavage up by bringing my breasts together towards one another – I was wearing my best push-up bra, and although I was already pretty thin, I sucked in my stomach my friends would say was non-existent. I took one last look in the large mirror that hung outside of his office, and realized that my ass also looked perfect in this dress. I was ready. I knocked twice.
“Come on in,” said a deep voice from behind the heavy mahogany door. I slowly turned the doorknob and stepped inside a very large office. On one side there stood a large bookcase filled with an array of books, while on the other side there stood many file cabinets. A large mahogany desk stood dominant in the middle of the room, with large rectangular windows overlooking the New York skyline standing tall behind. Mr. Jenkins’ office was on the twenty-fifth floor.
“Hi…Mr. Jenkins…I’m Mia Marker,” I said nervously. I was already intimidated by him. He was incredibly gorgeous – even better than his photos. He stood from his black leather chair, and was actually taller than I had imagined him to be. If I had to guess, he was at least six feet, four inches, dressed in a sharp Italian, greyish-blue suit – he looked amazing! I bit down on my bottom lip, like I normally did when I was really nervous.
18+ due to sexual content and graphic language.
