The Billionare's Assistant (Bwwm)
"Sir. This isn't right at all. You know that bosses and assistants shouldn't be like this. I'm not taking any chances." I say shivering slightly at his touch on my hips.
This is bad. I'm starting to fall for him. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. This isn't good at all. It's not good how he's making me feel.
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I was forced to sit down on his desk. He was standing in between my legs towering over me. His usually cold blue eyes darkened and gazed in to my brown eyes as if he could read my soul. He slowly moved his head down to where his lips were close to my ear.
"Exactly. You're my little assistant which means you please me. You have to do your job no matter what. Do I make myself clear?" He whispered. I could hear his thick Italian accent get deeper. When his hand moved slowly under my skirt there was a sudden knock on the door.
The knock made us both jolt up. When we stood up we straightened our clothes back up and turned to each other. When I was about to say something he beat me to it.
"This never happened."
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