His Secret Desire - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance Serial Novel) (4 page)

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 setup 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.

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