We were back in the same situation as before. Except this time Mr Stone had hired out the whole store for me. I guess billionaires really could do what they liked. He’d insisted that we weren’t going to start anything properly until I’d ‘sorted out my image’ as he’d so eloquently put it.“Nothing too elaborate for now. Miss Woods only needs the essentials for her working environment.” He spoke to the shop assistant as if I wasn’t even there.“No problem Mr Stone, I’ll begin taking the young lady’s measurements.” From the way ‘Felicity’ batted her very obviously fake eyelashes at him, she would have preferred me not to be there.She got me to stand on a plinth in the dressing room area. It was completely surrounded by mirrors, and to make matters worse, the lightening was impeccable. I could see myself from every possible angle. It was horrific. I did my best not to lo

When Vanessa came round to pick up her meagre supply of make up, she noticed the fancy bags that were sat in the side of my room. I cursed myself for not moving them out of sight.“What the…” She said open mouthed as she began rifling through the bags.I attempted to drag them away from her, but Vanessa had already seen enough to be able to question me.She placed one hand on her slender hip. “So, are you going to tell me what all this is about? And don’t tell me you’ve bought this with money that your mum has leant you.”I sighed. “Mr Stone bought them for me. He wasn’t happy with my last attempt at getting clothes for the office.”Vanessa raised her eyebrow. “Since when does he have a say in your wardrobe choices?”I didn’t answer and she glanced back at the bags. “Rosie…this stuff is really expensive. This must have cost over a grand…”

That night I nervously undressed and slipped into a baggy t-shirt, deciding to leave my knickers off. On the way home, I’d debated just not doing it. After all, its not like Mr Stone had secret cameras in my room…at least I hoped not. But something told me he would just know. He had this irritating ability to tell when I was lying or holding something back from him. So, I knew I was going to have to go through with it. I decided to try and loosen myself up by downing a few cheap beers. As I laid down on my bed, I knew I was going to have to think of something, or someone, to make this work. I took a few minutes to shut my eyes, seeing if inspiration hit. Mr Stone came into my mind, but I knew this was only because he was the arsehole that was making me do this. It had nothing to do with him being attractive. Obviously. Suddenly, I remembered Matt. The trouble was, I’d only been able to briefly look at him a few times, I really needed some kind of photo

Adrianne met me outside Mr Stone’s building at 3pm. She looked up in awe at the structure.“Wow,” she said simply.I sighed. “Yep.”We made our way up to his apartment, and I braced myself as we rang the bell. He appeared a few moments later. I buckled a little as I took in his appearance. His hair had been perfectly styled away from his face, allowing his light stubble to highlight his angular jawline. A deep blue shirt clung tightly to his body. His top buttons were undone. Something that he didn’t do at the office. Dark trousers, equally as tight as his shirt, left little to the imagination. When I realised my eyes had travelled down way to far, I blushed and looked away.“Afternoon ladies, please come in.”He stood aside and allowed us to enter. As I passed him, the smell of a new cologne caught my attention. Was he making this much effort for me?He directed us towards a door. “If yo

It was Wednesday morning, and I was sitting at my newly acquired desk. Mr Stone wasn’t in yet. Apparently, he was busy with an early meeting. I was glad of this though. It meant I had time to look over all of the research I had done on Blast without having the topic of Emma brought up. Despite being distracted, I had managed to do a fair amount. I even thought I had an idea on how we could market Blast in a new way that was still in keeping with the product.The office door was pushed open, and I braced myself to meet Mr Stone’s eyes. But it was not Mr Stone. It was Greta. I frowned as I considered how there was no chance that she would just barge in here if Mr Stone was in the office.She gave me her usual disapproving look. “The Blast ad team are waiting for you in the conference room,” she said stiffly.I rose out of my chair, quickly grabbing the folder I had prepared to take with me. “Where is it? The conference room I me