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Authors: Daphne Loveling
no attachments. What goes on between us is no one else's affair. I will pay you generously, and I will expect your work to be exemplary. You are the candidate I want for this position. But," he continued, moving closer to her and breathing in the scent of her, "I can't be near you and not do this... and this," he continued, cupping her breast in his hand. "Mixing business and pleasure can be our little secret. And I know you want it as much as I do."
"Yes," she breathed, "Yes, I do."
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Bound By My Billionaire
(A BBW Billionaire MFF Erotic Menage)
She first saw the job ad on Monster, in the Administrative Jobs category. Tessa had been out of college for almost six months now, with very little to show for herself in the career department other than a couple of part-time retail gigs that were hardly enough for her to support herself on. Despite good grades in college and positive letters of recommendation from her professors, her degree in Communications didn't seem to have made potential employers trip over each other in their desperation to hire her. Of course, given the thousands of other Communications majors in her city who were probably all applying for the same jobs she was, she knew it was going to be an uphill battle to get herself in the door, at best. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have the benefit of parents to move back in with, like most of her friends from college had done after graduation -- parents who kept their rooms pristine as a museum until their offspring flew back to the nest after their four-plus-year experiment with reality.
Tessa's own parents were gone -- both of them killed in a car crash when she was sixteen. An only child, she had moved in with a friend's family in order to finish high school in her town. The settlement from her parents' death was not large, but it did allow her to pay for most of her college expenses and graduate debt-free. With the small amount left over, she was able to rent herself a tiny studio apartment and the luxury of living without a roommate. Now, however, that money had run out before she had managed to find permanent employment, and Tessa found herself with limited resources, ambitious but increasingly desperate to find a way to get by.
The ad was short, both to the point and disconcertingly vague:
"Short term executive assistant. Excellent communication skills and professional appearance/demeanor required. Willingness and ability to learn new job functions a must. Generous compensation, please provide photo."
She was intrigued by the "generous compensation" part -- after all, who wouldn't be, especially a financially-challenged young woman such as herself. But Tessa was caught short by the "please provide photo" bit. Oh, great, she sighed to herself. They wouldn't even wait until she had an in-person interview to judge her; these people wouldn't even let her get in the door once they realized she wasn't the stick-thin, perfect little sorority-girl type they were no doubt looking to hire.
For the millionth time in her life, Tessa silently fumed at how society was so quick to judge people, especially females, on their looks. She knew she wasn't built like a fashion model, but it's not like she was a whale or anything. Tessa gazed at her reflection in the window of the cafe where she was working on her job applications. Her long, dark hair was put up in a stylish bun, revealing her heart-shaped face and cupid's bow mouth. Her glasses partially hid her dark blue eyes, which were offset by the royal blue sweater set and patterned scarf she had on today. Her dark jeans tapered down to fitted, knee-high black boots. Tessa's mother had had generous curves as well, and had always told Tessa that one of the classic mistakes bigger women made was to wear large, tent-like clothing, rather than pieces that fit them well and accentuated the positives of their figure. Tessa's mother had always
"Yes," she breathed, "Yes, I do."
# # #
Bound By My Billionaire
(A BBW Billionaire MFF Erotic Menage)
She first saw the job ad on Monster, in the Administrative Jobs category. Tessa had been out of college for almost six months now, with very little to show for herself in the career department other than a couple of part-time retail gigs that were hardly enough for her to support herself on. Despite good grades in college and positive letters of recommendation from her professors, her degree in Communications didn't seem to have made potential employers trip over each other in their desperation to hire her. Of course, given the thousands of other Communications majors in her city who were probably all applying for the same jobs she was, she knew it was going to be an uphill battle to get herself in the door, at best. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have the benefit of parents to move back in with, like most of her friends from college had done after graduation -- parents who kept their rooms pristine as a museum until their offspring flew back to the nest after their four-plus-year experiment with reality.
Tessa's own parents were gone -- both of them killed in a car crash when she was sixteen. An only child, she had moved in with a friend's family in order to finish high school in her town. The settlement from her parents' death was not large, but it did allow her to pay for most of her college expenses and graduate debt-free. With the small amount left over, she was able to rent herself a tiny studio apartment and the luxury of living without a roommate. Now, however, that money had run out before she had managed to find permanent employment, and Tessa found herself with limited resources, ambitious but increasingly desperate to find a way to get by.
The ad was short, both to the point and disconcertingly vague:
"Short term executive assistant. Excellent communication skills and professional appearance/demeanor required. Willingness and ability to learn new job functions a must. Generous compensation, please provide photo."
She was intrigued by the "generous compensation" part -- after all, who wouldn't be, especially a financially-challenged young woman such as herself. But Tessa was caught short by the "please provide photo" bit. Oh, great, she sighed to herself. They wouldn't even wait until she had an in-person interview to judge her; these people wouldn't even let her get in the door once they realized she wasn't the stick-thin, perfect little sorority-girl type they were no doubt looking to hire.
For the millionth time in her life, Tessa silently fumed at how society was so quick to judge people, especially females, on their looks. She knew she wasn't built like a fashion model, but it's not like she was a whale or anything. Tessa gazed at her reflection in the window of the cafe where she was working on her job applications. Her long, dark hair was put up in a stylish bun, revealing her heart-shaped face and cupid's bow mouth. Her glasses partially hid her dark blue eyes, which were offset by the royal blue sweater set and patterned scarf she had on today. Her dark jeans tapered down to fitted, knee-high black boots. Tessa's mother had had generous curves as well, and had always told Tessa that one of the classic mistakes bigger women made was to wear large, tent-like clothing, rather than pieces that fit them well and accentuated the positives of their figure. Tessa's mother had always