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positioned strategically on his desk before me. He must have known I was going to agree before I walked in the door. Reading the contract carefully, I reached the end. The line where I was to sign stood out before me.
    I stopped to think about going to back to the temp office. About going back to the wage that I could barely live on. Worse, about going back to a life without Alexander Strauss as my sexual partner. A life without his demands to be met. To be submitted to. I thought about never feeling his touch against my skin. If I turned and walked out, I would walk out on the possibility of a life I could never have dreamed of.
    I looked up to Strauss and stared into his eyes as I signed my name on the paper. I placed the contract on the desk carefully and laid the pen next to it.
    “I accept,” I said.
    A visible smile formed on Strauss’ face. “Excellent,” he said.
    Strauss stood up from his desk and walked over to me. His hand fell on my shoulder gracefully and he smiled. I breathed in his cologne, a faint whisper of his scent. His grip tightened as he looked at me and I wanted to tear off his pants and take him in my mouth. I almost begged him to demand it before I bit my tongue. The hard lines of his perfectly formed face radiated towards me. He smiled again, a small, wry smile, and broke eye contact.
    He walked towards a sitting area in his office and stopped at a bar next to it. He poured two glasses of water over ice and walked back to me, extending one to me. I thanked him and sipped it quietly.
    “There is much work to be done. I need you to accompany me to a press conference in one hour,” Strauss said.
    I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing jeans, a decent shirt, and shoes that, while nice, were nowhere near the level of nice that would required of Alexander Strauss’s personal assistant. I felt like crying in despair. His first task for me was almost set up for failure. With only an hour, I would have no time to go home and get some other clothes. There was certainly no time for me to go shopping.
    “I’m sorry Mr. Strauss, I’m not prepared at all for that. I thought I was going to be quitting today, to be honest. My clothes are ill-suited for a press conference. What am I going to wear?” I asked desperately. I was worried about losing the job that I was considering not accepting at all just a few minutes ago.
    Strauss walked over to the conference table and picked up a box wrapped in sleek black wrapping that I hadn’t noticed before now. He placed the box before me. I looked over the box in my lap. It had no markings. It was lightweight and made no sound when I gently moved it back and forth, careful not to make it seem like I was a kid trying to probe into a present on Christmas Eve.
    “Open it,” he commanded. I felt a flush of heat go through my face at the sternness in his voice. It was hot. The simple demand ignited a small flame of connection between us. His whole body stood rigid. Strong. Electricity moved through him.
    I opened the box carefully, making sure not to tear the paper. I removed the paper slowly, folding it and placing it in my lap under the box. Strauss watched me intently. I lifted the top off the box. Inside, I removed the fancy paper that wrapped the garment that I knew cost more than my entire wardrobe. This piece of clothing was the first endowment of my new life. The first figure of my transformation into something new. I lifted it out of the box.
    It was lingerie. A beautiful, elegant piece of scandalous lingerie without parallel. There was nothing else in the box.
    Lingerie. I was going to wear lingerie to a press conference.
     

Chapter Four
     
    I stared at the lingerie that I held in my hands carefully. It was beautiful. A piece of lingerie that demanded attention by its sheer elegance. All I could do was stare at it. Dumbfounded, I was trying to grasp the reality of the situation.
    The reporters would gasp when they saw me walk out. Flashes of cameras