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breezed into the room, and managed to get everyone practically falling at his feet — including her.
    She needed to watch his technique, and learn from the master.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    H is manners would have him holding a hand to the small of her back, guiding her to the elevator, but his cock made that task impossible. Staring at her ass was unavoidable when she’d leaned over her desk to speak into the intercom.
    He visualized himself with a whip in his right hand, lashing that ample ass. He didn’t even have to see the pale, white skin striped with the pink lines to know how it would look. She had an ass made for the taking — be it fucking her from behind, anal, whipping, or just spanking it until it turned red. He’d be damned if he’d let her lose thirty pounds. That ass would dwindle before his eyes, not to mention what that weight loss would do to her breasts. Jesus, she’d been formed by the gods themselves. And now she wanted to single handedly destroy what had been made to worship!
    His dick had hardened as he’d watched her nervously shift from foot to foot. He imagined her sighing and mewling in arousal — and in pain — bent over a bench, his belt beating out a rhythm upon her vulnerable flesh. Her ass would jiggle with each thud of the leather, her cheeks tightening with every blow. He had needed to move before she saw his erection outlined through his suit pants. And although it would more than likely be hidden by his suit coat, he didn’t want to chance ruining this job. She’d forego his employment if she thought he had an erection at the sight of her this quickly.
    Samantha seemed like a nice girl. He’d have to grill her with questions, find out what Miss Caroleena did during the day, her eating habits, manners in general, demeanor, weaknesses, and strengths. Administrative assistants were a wealth of information and knew the ins and outs of their boss’ ways. He’d find out the information he needed to help her — in all areas of her life.
    He held the door open to the elevator, letting her pass him. She smelled of vanilla, amber and... something sweet. Orange, maybe. “That perfume is amazing. What are you wearing?”
    The door shut and she turned toward him, her gaze keen, assessing. “It’s Opium. It’s powerful, with a hint of feminine. I like it.”
    “I bet you do. That’s you wrapped up into essential oils.” He watched her reaction. Guarded. But she seemed to melt into the compliment. He’d work on her self-esteem. Odd that a woman that powerful with that much money would still be so insecure about herself.
    “Thank you, Maxim.” She paused at the door, then turned looked at him again. “You meant that as a compliment, right?”
    I’ll be damned.
    Why would she misinterpret something so simple? “Of course. What else would it be? Wait for me before going into the lobby.” The doors opened, and she stepped forward before he could grasp her elbow. He gently stopped her. “You need to learn how to accept compliments, follow directions, and be careful about your own safety.” He looked around the foyer, then saw Jason standing by her vehicle. “Come. Let’s go.” He guided her, his hand at the small of her back. Her very stiff back. She wasn’t pleased with him restraining her in even the smallest of ways, nor his mild censure.
    The nice sunny day had turned to a dreary, drizzly rain, typical for spring in New York. The weather was so variable in the fall and spring. You had to carry an umbrella with you most days, and you never went to lunch or dinner without it. It could change easily in an hour, all the local lakes and the proximity to the Atlantic Ocean making the weather unpredictable indeed.
    “I walk to my car every night. I know how to exit an elevator and make my way around the city. Trust me.” Gritting her teeth, she stalked ahead of him to the car.
    Jason opened the door for them as they approached. “Maxim,