Mia followed Veronica through the maze, trying her best to keep track of the twists and turns this time so that she didn’t get lost on her way back to her assigned area. Eventually, they reached a door with a touchpad next to it where she would enter a code. “This is your office. Your code has already been created for you. I’ll show you how to change it some other time, but for now, it’s 8236.” Veronica punched it in, and the door beeped, glowed green, and she was able to turn the knob. Mia followed her into a decent reception area. She was surprised she’d have so much room. There was a desk with a bookshelf behind it, as well as a few chairs sitting across the room against the wall. The view out the window was spectacular. A few plants and some nice paintings and other décor decorated the area. “You’ll be able to change any of this if you want to.” Veronica gestured at the paintings and other decorations. “It’s lovely,” Mia replied, taking it all i
Mr. Whitaker was the sort of man who commanded the room without saying a word. Sitting behind his desk, his face freshly shaven, his dark hair perfectly styled, he seemed to fill up every space in the large room without opening his mouth, taking all of the oxygen away from Mia as she stared at him from the entryway.She’d remembered to knock—that was something. He couldn’t be angry at her for that. So why was he staring at her with such a narrowed gaze? Mia cleared her throat and said, “You wanted to see me, sure? I’m Mia. The new secretary.” She wasn’t even sure if he had had a say in hiring her. She hoped he had. It would be odd if he didn’t even know he had a new secretary.Sam leaned back in his chair and yanked on his royal blue tie, though it didn’t seem to loosen any. “I know who you are, Mia. Come here, please.”Mia came over, not sure what she should do when she got there. Two chairs sat on the side of the table closer to where she was standing, but he hadn’t mentioned sittin
The new secretary was hot. There was no question about that. Sam sat behind his desk, breathing in the lingering scent of her perfume. When she’d bent over to pick up that pencil off of the floor, he’d envisioned all sorts of things he’d like to do to her, things a person shouldn’t be thinking about at work—unless that person had it written into the contract that the secretary had signed that said it was all acceptable.Mia wasn’t the kind of girl he would’ve normally hired. When Veronica had asked him to check in on the interview, he’d noted she was beautiful, but she’d been so unprofessionally put together at that interview, he’d told Veronica she was a pass.Until Beau came in and insisted he hire her. It was the best choice his brother had made in a long time. Sam did his best to concentrate one work, but he kept thinking about Mia, about how her bottom curved when she bent over, the way the slit in her skirt showed just a hint of what she was hiding beneath that blac
Beau wasn’t expecting Mia to be standing in Sam’s office when he opened the door. Generally speaking, when his brother hired a new secretary, he didn’t see her much at all for the first few days, certainly not more than just in the morning and maybe in the evening. Everyone in the company knew that Sam’s secretary didn’t do anything for the company itself; she was only there to entertain him throughout the day. So when he saw her standing there, poised as if she were on her way out, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He hoped that his brother hadn’t already started asking her to perform his “special assignments.” From the look on her face, it seemed as if that might’ve been the case. She looked a little flushed. But then, she was smiling at him. So maybe he had imagined that. Maybe she was just as happy to see him as he was to see her. “Hi, Mia. How’s your first day going?” Beau asked, stepping completely into the room. “Good, thank you. How are you?”
Riding in the back of a limousine was a new experience for Mia. The closest she’d ever been to an experience like this was the Lincoln Town Car she’d ridden in from the funeral home to the cemetery after her mother had died. This was different, though. She was glad there was plenty of room so she could scoot away from Mr. Whitaker. He didn’t seem to notice that she got closer to the window as he got into the car. He was distracted, his phone in his hand. He slid into the car next to her, his spicy cologne filling the space, and she realized the reason she’d gave him plenty of room had more to do with trusting herself not to touch him, than trusting him not to make any demands in the car. When she discovered that Beau and a woman she had yet to meet, Emily, were coming with them, part of her wanted to relax a bit because she assumed that meant Mr. Whitaker would behave himself. It also made her anxious in a different way. She was certainly attracted to Beau, tho
That evening, Mia had a lot on her mind as she contemplated her first day on the job. It certainly hadn’t been what she’d expected. Sam had been in meetings the entire afternoon, and she hadn’t even seen him again after lunch. She’d felt a little disappointed in that, and she wasn’t sure why. Her entire life, she’d been told she was a good girl. She’d tried her best to do what she thought was right. The last thing she would ever want to do is disappoint her mother, but now that her mom was gone, and this alternative to the way she’d always been was presented to her, she couldn’t help but think about it. A lot. Lying in her bed, wearing a black satin negligée she’d bought when she went shopping the other day, she thought about what Sam had asked her to do. Her mind wandered to what might’ve happened if he’d touched her. She thought of what it would’ve been like to have his hands on her body instead of just his eyes. Images of Sam’s muscular body removing his shi
That afternoon, Mia was sitting at her desk, watching a movie. She would’ve felt bad about it, except, Mr. Whitaker had sent it to her and insisted that she watch it. The movie was one she’d never heard of before, and at first she was hesitant to open it for fear it would be something completely pornographic. Confusion had washed over her as she started watching. Why did he want her to watch this? But as she continued to watch the movie, she started to get an idea. Especially when the lead actress was being interrogated by the police. A knock on her door brought her out of the storyline. Wondering who it might be, she called, “Yes?” Beau opened the door and popped his head in. “Hi.” A smile took her face over. She couldn’t help it. “Hi.” “Mind if I come in?” “No, not at all.” She definitely hadn’t been expecting him but was glad to see him. “How are you?” “Good, good.” Rather than sitting in one of the chairs acro
Sitting across from Mia in his favorite Italian restaurant, Beau felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time in as long as he could remember. The giddy feeling had started the second he saw her standing there in her doorway, wearing a red dress and a gorgeous smile, and he hadn’t been able to escape it even though he continuously told himself to calm down. Her dark hair was loose and hanging around her shoulders. He hadn’t seen it like that before since Sam required her to wear her hair in a bun at work. Her eyes were twinkling, and she smelled like roses, a heavenly fragrance that matched her angelic spirit. Mia was a beautiful woman and a sweet soul. It was no wonder he had nervous jitters in his stomach. At least the conversation was flowing. They didn’t talk about work. Whether it was because he didn’t want to think about all of the commands Sam could make of her at any time or she didn’t want to, they steered clear of that topic of conversation. I