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it, standing, as he pictured her on her knees in front of him.
     
    The next morning he flew back and rather than go home, he went to the office. It was Tuesday afternoon. He had said he would be back tomorrow.
    He found Madeline at her desk, head down concentrating on some paperwork in front of her, a pair of glasses perched on her nose.
    “Madeline.” He made her jump, expecting it to be one of the guys from the broker team.
“Oh! I thought you weren’t in until tomorrow.”
    “Change of plan. Would you come into my office?”
    He had thought of her almost non-stop over the last few days. Any sense of propriety or decorum had gone. He would do what he wanted.
    She followed him. As he gestured for her to go before him, she heard him lock the door of his office behind her.
    He walked across the room to stand in front of her.
    “Have you completed everything I asked of you?”
“Almost. I didn’t expect you until the morning.”
“How much more do you have to get done?”
“Not much.”
    “I’m disappointed Madeline. I would have thought someone of your experience more than capable of completing things on time.”
He was being unfair. She would have it all done in time.
    “If you would let me get back to it, I would have it all done,” she snapped.
“Oh. I see. I’m disturbing you am I?” he laughed, “I love the way you talk to me Madeline. And will you have to stay late to get it all done, or do you have another dinner date?”
    Did he mean Jake? How did he know about that? God, did he have the place bugged or something? Did he have CCTV cameras hidden watching everyone. Her eyes visibly widened in shock as she suddenly realised that it was not an outlandish thought. Other companies she had temped at did indeed have CCTV. It had been an accepted practice. Why hadn’t she remembered this when she had flitted like a thief from his room carrying his files to and fro to the photocopier? She needed to be extremely cautious now; alarmed at what he might say to her next about what she had been doing.
    The tension in the room reached a new level. As she looked at the strange expression on his face, the predatory look in his eyes, the anxiety took on added meaning as nothing could distract from the heightened air of sexual attraction between them; the presence of this man who seemed to wield a power of control over her senses, inciting in her an arousal that consumed her as she stood within his reach, his raw masculinity barely concealed behind the refined attire he wore.
    He moved closer to her, standing right in front of her and trapped in his gaze she was aware of the strength in his clearly defined body.
    “As I said before I went away I have some quite serious concerns over your attitude, which I know we addressed not only when I interviewed you but also subsequently. I told you that I believed your attitude could well be of great use to me, used in the right way and I think it is time I explained to you what the right way is. I think it is time to prove your loyalty to me, in a way that is very easy for me to see. Now get down on your knees in front of me.”
    Madeline looked at him askance, shocked, but in reality she had no real choice but to do as he said. She had not yet found what she had come here for; she needed to keep her job. More than that, she needed the attentions of this man focussed solely on her, sought his sexual depravity, subconsciously sought his affection and approval in whatever way he chose to give it; she craved his domineering will, his utter control, his overpowering erotic command. Spellbound as she lost herself in his eyes, she did as he told her, removing her glasses and placing them on the floor beside her.
    He stood there determined and as she looked up at him he unzipped slowly. She watched as he eased his cock thoroughly erect from his trousers, and held it in his hand. Running his hand up it and back down as he looked at her kneeling in front of him in supplication, a