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Excerpt for The Billionaire’s New Assistant, by Georgina Sand:

Lucan Hain turned back around to face me and gestured toward a sofa near the bookcase, indicating that I should join him there.  “I have to admit, Ms. Hunter, I wasn’t planning on interviewing any women for the position as my personal executive assistant.  However, you’ve caught my interest.  And of course, Ms. Brown’s given you high marks.”  He smiled for the first time and I was struck by how it transformed his face.  Where before he looked haughty, now he looked approachable.  Charming, even.  I imagined that when he smiled like this, he drew a long, heart-felt sigh from any woman who happened to see it.

I smiled back.  “Your receptionist mentioned that I was listed as Mr. Corey Hain.  I’m glad you still wanted to meet me even though I’m a Ms.”

“My receptionist enjoys making mistakes,” he replied cryptically.

I followed him over to the sofa and sat down next to him.  The desk was no longer between us now.  A new intimacy marked our discussion. 

“Do you have any other questions for me, sir?” I asked, feeling suddenly shy at being so close to him. 

“Yes, I do.  How fast can you run a mile?”

“Uhh…what, sir?  What does running a mile have to do with anything?”

“Just answer the question. 

 “Hmm…eight minutes, maybe.”

He nodded approvingly.  “I am going to time you at some point, so I hope you aren’t lying.”

“I will never lie to you, I promise.”

“No, you won’t.  Do you believe in the unbelievable?”

I looked at him, confused, my eyebrows drawn together.  “Pardon me, sir?”

“Do you believe in things that can’t exist.”

“Like ghosts?”

He shrugged.  “Sure.”

“Honestly, no, I don’t believe in ghosts.”  I raised an eyebrow.  His questions seemed irrelevant.  Obviously Lucas Hain was something of an eccentric.

“How about in the supernatural in general?  Fortune-telling, for example.”

 “Interesting that you would ask me about fortune-telling, Mr. Hain, because as we both know, semiology is about reading the signs in the present and using them to predict the future.” I considered a moment further, then added, “Like fortune-telling, there are many aspects to life today that are unexplainable and might be considered supernatural.  I believe, however, that these aspects are ‘supernatural’ only because we haven’t stumbled upon the explanation for them, and that there is science waiting to be discovered behind every one of them.”

He smiled.  “Smart answer.  Not correct, but smart nevertheless.”

He was a dominating prick, I thought.  Even so, I returned his smile.  I could feel the tide turning in my direction.

“Are you any good at predicting the future?” he asked.

“A little.  I have spent time understanding the meanings behind signs.”

“What are the signs telling you now?”

“They’re telling me that I’m going to be working as your personal assistant.”

He laughed.  “As my personal assistant, you aren’t going to be simply organizing, reviewing, and spotting errors.  Hain Enterprises has several different branches and the job will require you to perform many tasks, some of which you probably aren’t expecting.  What I need most from you, though, is your loyalty, your complete trust, and your obedience.  Everything else we can work through.  Do you think you can at least provide me with those three things, without questioning me?”

“Yes, sir,” I said immediately.

“Good.  I think we should give it a try, Ms. Hunter.  I’m going to forgo the second interview because I feel sure about you.  You’re the one.”

“Oh, Mr. Hain, thank you!  Thank you so much for the offer.” I paused, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spring to my eyes.  “I promise you, you won’t be sorry. I’m so excited!  It’s a dream, to be working for you and Hain Enterprises.”

He smiled.  “I’m sure you’ll be my perfect executive assistant.  I’ll have my financial director contact you with regards to your salary, which will be generous, I assure you.  I do have one request of you, though.”

“What’s that?”  At that point, I would have done anything for him.

“Stand up.”

I stood up from the couch, wondering what he wanted. 

“In front of me,” he directed.

I moved to stand directly in front of him.

“Now turn around, slowly.  Let me see how you’re dressed.”

Feeling self-conscious at wearing second-hand clothes and, at the same time, tingling with excitement at having gotten the offer, I turned in a slow circle for him, then stood quivering, unsure, waiting.

He surveyed me with eyes that seemed to see right through my clothes.  I fought an urge cross my arms across my chest and hide my breasts from him.  The fact that I was wearing a blue business suit didn’t matter—I felt naked and vulnerable.  At the same time, my traitorous body responded to his lazy assessment as if he’d touched me—a throb of need made my pussy quiver and my nipples became hard little nubs.  I swallowed hard.  Never had I met a man more alpha than Lucas Hain, and some secret part of me was responding to him in a way that I couldn’t control.

At length, he sighed.  “As a representative of both Hain Enterprises and me, your clothes are unacceptable.  You look frumpy.  Do you have anything better than what you’re wearing?”

I started to fold my arms across my breasts, but he stopped me.  “No, Ms. Hunter.  Keep your arms down by your sides.”

Slowly I let them drop to my sides.  “This suit is the best one that I own.”

“I see.”  He sat back against the leather sofa and examined me until moisture slicked my inner thighs and another furious blush heated my cheeks.  “You need to go shopping, then.”

“Really?”  I tried to sound enthusiastic but the truth was, I barely had enough money to pay my utilities bills.  I’d have nothing left over for new clothes – especially the kind of clothes he’d no doubt expect.

“Yes.  Really.  I require you to wear a dress every day.  Every day.  And your shoes will have heels no less than five inches high.  If you wear boots, I prefer that they end over the knee, or just at your ankles.”

“Thigh highs or booties,” I murmured, taking in deep breaths in an effort to calm down.  This man, I thought, was damned eccentric.  And yet, he was offering me a job and was willing to overlook my own faults: my lack of a college degree, of any real job experience, and the specter of a ‘personal crisis’ in my past.  He was also fucking hot.  If he wanted me to wear high heels, I would do so. 

Abruptly I understood why the receptionist was wearing stilettos.

“Yes.  That’s right.  Though I admit I enjoy thigh highs the most,” he confirmed. 

“Regardless, I want the people working for me to dress a certain way, and I expect you to do exactly as I ask.  Think of it as wearing a uniform.”

“Of course.”

He raised an eyebrow, and it was the only reminder I needed.  “Of course, sir,” I quickly corrected myself.

“Do you need an advance on your salary, Ms. Hunter?  So you can go shopping as I’ve asked?”

Pride welled up in me.  I suddenly didn’t feel like admitting I was nearly flat broke.  I had already made myself uncomfortably vulnerable in this interview and didn’t want to make it worse.  Still, if I didn’t accept his offer, how would I buy these clothes he required?  “Umm, yes, that would be helpful.”

He narrowed his eyes at me.  “A simple ‘yes, please,’ will do, Corey.  Is it okay with you if I call you Corey?”

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

“Perfect.”  He guided me toward the door.  “Ask Lauren to give you an advance for clothes purchases on your way out.  Good bye, Corey.  I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“Good bye, sir.” Smiling ear-to-ear, I left his office and stopped by the receptionist’s desk to ask for the advance Mr. Hain had suggested.  

She gave me a narrow-eyed look.  “So, he’s hired you, then?

“Yes.  I’m so grateful…and so excited!”  I fought an urge to hug the snooty-nosed blond. 

At that moment, I would have hugged Jack the Ripper, I was so thrilled.

“Sit down, please.   I’ll write you a check.”

“Thank you.”  I started walking toward the sofas, but then noticed another door near the elevator.  “Is that the restroom?”

“Yes.”

“May I use it?”

She rolled her gaze heavenward, as if I couldn’t have tried her patience any more.  “Of course.  Go ahead.”

I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me.  Inside, the room appeared as plush and luxurious as the rest of the Mr. Hain’s office.  Brushed gold fixtures, a granite countertop, a bidet as well as a toilet and another vase of fresh flowers made me feel like I’d stepped into a five star hotel. 

I paused to look in the mirror at my reflection and noticed how flushed my cheeks were. 

Mr. Hain.  He’d done that to me. 

With new awareness, I allowed my gaze to rove over my own body, turning this way and that to assess my breasts and ass, and trying to imagine what he saw when he looked at me.  All I could think about suddenly was sex. 

I pulled up my skirt, pushed my panties down around my thighs and caught a glimpse of my pussy, of my pink clit nestled in a soft mound of brown hair.  I closed my eyes and conjured an image of Mr. Hain in my mind.  At the same time I began touching myself, teasing my clit, sliding my finger down between my pussy lips to tease some pussy juice out of my slit before gently dragging it upwards, over my clit again.

I remembered how he’d looked at me with those piercing gray eyes and ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them.  God, how I wished he would kiss me!

Breathing more quickly, enjoying the way my panties bound my thighs close together and aware that I hadn’t much time, I stroked my clit with one hand, slowly at first but then harder and faster as my aching pussy demanded more .  At the same time I slid my other hand into my bra and caressed my nipples, squeezing and kneading them until I groaned aloud with sheer bliss.  I remembered crawling around on the floor of his office, picking up his pens; and spent a minute or so imagining that he’d joined me down there, and had slipped his hand into my panties just as I was doing now.  I pretended that it was Mr. Hain who was fondling my clit so sweetly right now, that he was the one who was thrusting his fingers up into my pussy…

I let out a low moan as an orgasm crashed through me.  Eyes still closed, hunched over from the intense sensation, I rubbed my moist, open cleft gently to draw every last little bit of pleasure from it, to draw out the ecstasy until finally, only a warm glow remained. 

Smiling, I rearranged my clothes, turned around, and went back into the office to collect my advance check. 

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About the Author: Georgina Sand loves history and high heels, not necessarily in that order.  She writes erotica and erotic romance based in contemporary and medieval times and enjoys traveling to other countries to experience foreign cultures.

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