Dirty Filthy Rich (Part Six)

He calls me into his office.

His piercing eyes study me, and he asks me questions that make me squirm. His plush lips curve into an arrogant smirk as he watches me stutter and stammer my reasons for wanting to work for him.

He looks exactly like the man from my fantasies—specifically last night, when I had my hand between my legs thinking of him.

Of course, I totally blow the interview. There’s no way I’m getting the job.

Until he starts texting me. Telling me to take dirty pictures of myself and send them to him. And then telling me I’m hired. To work directly under him. In every sense of the word.

At first, it’s just the pictures that my new boss wants. But then it’s his voice in my ear, telling me what he wants to do to me. Then, it’s his head between my legs, his tongue on my most intimate center…

And eventually, he’s got all of me. He’s possessing me, and all I can do is hold on for dear life.