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  “Of course.”

  “Here is your security badge, you will have to swipe it to gain access to the elevator. Please, take good care of it. It contains all of your employee information. Think of it as your passport for Nozama.

  I’m nodding, but trying to see into the office that my desk guards. I wonder if Dimples is in there right now? I should get out of the habit of calling him that, even just in my mind.

  “Well, I believe that is all for today, Miss Williams. You are required to be at work to report for duty at 8 am sharp. Oh, there is one more thing, you have been given a clothing allowance, which I believe you will find sufficient. You are expected to meet or exceed the company dress code.”

  Is she sneering at my clothes? I can see the flicker of disgust in her eyes as she trails her gaze over Charday’s nicest gray skirt and my pinstripe blouse.

  “Of course,” I repeat, taking the thick envelope from her dainty, well manicured hand. “Um, may I ask if you have any suggestions about what kind of clothes I should buy?” I’m embarrassed to ask, but there’s no way I want to jeopardize any of this because I’m too proud to get some help.

  “I think you will find the list of stores and recommendations that I’ve compiled will help you.”

  I peek inside the envelope at the fat stack of bills and pull out the neatly folded paper she’s referring to.

  “Thank you.”

  “Well, well look who we have here,” Mr. Dimples Lawson nonchalantly strolls up to us. “Welcome aboard Kadeesha,” he smiles and unlike Yvonne’s creepy clown smile, it looks like he’s truly happy to see me. “Thank you, Yvonne, I can take over from here.”

  “Certainly, Mr. Lawson.” She clip-clops away in her 5 inch heels without saying another word to me.

  “Looks like someone had a rough night,” Chuck, I mean, Mr. Lawson grins at me.

  “I’m sorry Mr. Lawson, I, uh.”

  “Call me Chuck, unless the bigwigs are around, of course. And never apologize Kadeesha. Getting out and having fun is what life is all about, am I right?” Mischievousness glimmers in his royal blue eyes while his adorable dimples make me melt.

  “Absolutely, I couldn’t agree more,” I purr. How is it that this guy makes me putty with just a smile?

  “Well, I won’t keep you, I understand you have an afternoon of shopping ahead of you. I’ll call up a driver for you to take you around. Jarvier should meet you at the front of the building in about ten minutes.”

  A driver? Can this day get any better? “Thank you very much.”

  “No biggie,” he waves his hand, dismissing my thanks. “You’ll get bored with the company car soon enough, trust me. Well, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow, so try to get some real sleep tonight, ok?” He winks and I almost faint.

  “It’ll be my number one priority,” I doubt I’ll get any sleep with all this excitement, but I’ll be damned if I say anything contrary to what comes out of his perfectly kissable lips.

  “Great, well get a move on.”

  I grab my cell phone toss it in my purse next to the obscene amount of cash I’m carrying. Chuck heads into his office, giving me a sneak peek of the apartment sized room.

  “Oh, and Kadeesha?”

  “Yes?”

  “Don’t forget to have fun!”

  Chapter Three: Pretty Woman

  Charday's eye's are saucers. I’m trying so hard not to laugh at how far open her mouth is gaping, it looks like it's unhinged. I’m playing it cool and collected while I direct the driver where to lay down the boxes of shoes, dresses, make-up, hair products and hats.

  "Thank you Jarvier," I can see Charday out of the corner of my eye watching like I'm on a movie screen.

  Jarvier tips his hat at me, "not a problem Miss Williams. I will be by at 7:30 tomorrow to pick you up."

  "Really? You'll be driving me?" My collected façade cracks.

  "Yes, of course, I'm your driver."

  "Oh, I didn't realize it was a daily thing. Ok then," my face might split open from my smile. "Tomorrow at 7:30 then."

  Jarvier tips his hat again and sees himself out of our cramped apartment.

  "So, what do you think?" I beam at Charday. I must say, I'm enjoying seeing her speechless for once.

  "Is there something you want to tell me?"

  "Guess."

  "You won the lottery?"

  "You could say that."

  "Is this for that job? What's going on? I thought you bombed that thing. I thought you said it was for a data entry clerk."

  "It was! I've already been promoted to the personal secretary of one Mr. Dimples Lawson or Chuck, as he told me to call him."

  "Chuck?" if her eyebrows shot any higher they might scrape the stippling off our ceiling. "The guy who tricked you into thinking he was up for the same job? How does this even happen? It doesn't make sense."

  "I haven't even told you the best part," I might explode if I don't tell someone soon, "it pays $120 thousand a year, plus benefits!" Grabbing her floppy arms, I jump up and down, "isn't that amazing!"

  Charday doesn't move, she doesn’t say anything, god, she doesn’t even blink. I think I broke her. What are the signs of a stroke again?

  "Look, Kadeesha, I don't want to rain on your parade."

  "Then don't." I cut her off.

  She's unfazed by my snippy tone, "but doesn't this sound, uh, too good to be true. I mean, what’s this guy buying?"

  "What are you implying? Don't you think I could land a job like this? I don't deserve it?"

  "You know that's not what I'm saying! It's just too much like a movie. Like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman or something. Not like a normal job offer."

  "You're just jealous," I spit the bitter words out of my mouth. She doesn’t seem even a little excited for me. I guess Charday is just used to being the successful one. Maybe it's hard to watch the fuck up succeed for once. "Besides, she did quite all right if I remember that movie right."

  "She was a prostitute! Kadeesha, you can't be foolish enough to think this isn't coming with strings."

  "Who cares? What makes you think I'm not hoping it does? I hope Chuck ties me all up in those strings, like a naughty little prostitute. Why don't you try to be happy for me for once?" I pick up my purse and stomp out of our apartment into the clear, cool night. I should’ve brought a coat. It's just like Charday to take my good fortune and turn it into something ugly.

  Letting the steam vent from my ears, I think about her warning. What if this is some kind of glorified call girl position? Do I even care? Chuck's sweet smile and dashing dimples elbow their way into my thoughts, and I can feel a flash flood of pure longing between my thick thighs.

  No, I don't care. I don't mind at all.

  Sh-wick!

  I love the sound of my employee card opening the elevator, it's like the world's best credit card swiping across a machine made of diamonds. I can't wait to walk out on my floor, the 53rd. There's only 1 floor above mine and that's where the head CEO works.

  I can't help but have a little swag, swinging my hips on over to my desk. Ryan Gosling, you’re beautiful, but this is definitely better than my even those tasty dreams. The sound of my very own, brand new Louboutins click against the tile. I guess you could say I felt inspired by Yvonne. I smooth my hands down over my sexy polka dot, Ralph Lauren pencil skirt as I take a seat in my large, but feminine violet leather chair. When I set my Prada Saffiano leather tote onto my desk and stare at how beautiful it is. So this is the 1%. Not even, but damned if it wasn't as close as anyone I'd ever met got.

  The clock on the wall says it’s 7:58. Hot damn, I'm even early. I guess I finally found my motivation to be on time. Chuck strolls off the elevator and my heart leaps, he’s defying some sort of law of nature by looking even hotter than he did yesterday. I find myself hoping that Charday is right, I would jump at the chance to be his plaything.

  "Well, well, don't you clean up nice," Chuck grins, and my insides feel like they're wrapped in fleece and sitt
ing by a fireplace with a warm cocoa.

  "Thank you, sir."

  "Remember now, it's just Chuck when it's you and me. I don't see the need for pretense if we're the only ones around. Do you, Kadeesha?"

  Do you see the need for clothes? "No, I don't. Old habits, I guess. I'll do my best to remember, Chuck." I look up at him under my newly extended eyelashes and watch him shamelessly bathe my curves with his gaze.

  "I'm happy to hear it. It looks like you didn't have a hard time getting up to code with your look. Did you enjoy some pampering?"

  "Yes, thank you so much for the generous allowance. It was like, a third of my salary. I feel like butter wrapped in silk!"

  His dimples appear again, god I could just vacation in them, they're so deep. "Great. Well, let me show you the ropes. Most of the time, you'll just be doing follow up calls for me and inputting some data for my files. Of course, you'll be responsible for making all of my appointments and keeping my schedule as well as any other minor clerical jobs that come up. How does that sound so far?"

  I hold my breath, unmoving I wait for the next part. The part that Charday warned me about where he makes his indecent proposal.

  "What is it?" He looks concerned.

  "Oh, nothing. I just thought there would be more." I mumble.

  "Like what Kadeesha?" he steps into me and his cologne wakes up my senses. If I just stepped forward I could easily kiss him. I try not to stare at his pink mouth.

  "Nothing, nothing." I wish I hadn't said anything. The last thing I want to do is make a fool of myself in front of him again. "I’m just surprised to be given this opportunity after my interview." I confess.

  "What can I say, I love a woman who knows what she wants. Doesn't hurt if she's stunning either."

  Kiss me. Kiss me! Why aren’t you kissing me? I try to hold back from kissing the air in front of his face, waiting for his lips to join mine. Be professional Kadeesha. At least try.

  "Thank you, Chuck," my raspy voice bursts with desire.

  "No, thank you!" He laughs, that sound of music fills his deep chuckle.

  I’m almost finished my first day and I think I’m really getting the hang of the job. It seems like anyone with basic organization skills can keep Chuck’s schedule straight and the follow up phone calls are pretty straight forward. The most difficult part of this position, by far, is concentrating on my work instead of Chuck. Every time he stands within 10 feet of me my body craves him like a ravenous wolf. That might be a problem since his office door is rarely closed and we’re always only 10-15 feet apart.

  When he stops by my desk to make sure I’m getting the hang of everything he hovers over my shoulder. If it was anyone else I would detest them standing like that. With Chuck it takes all of my sense to not whirl my chair around and grab him by his tie, pulling him onto me. This may have already happened in my mind. Once or twice.

  In twenty minutes I’ll be officially finished my first shift. I can’t wait to buy some wine to celebrate. Chuck carries a manila envelope out of his office, just like the one that held the key to my fortunate turn of luck yesterday.

  “Kadeesha, I need you to take this up a floor to Mr. Hollingsworth. We deliver our report for him at the end of every day. Once you’ve done that, feel free to skip out of here.”

  “Sure thing, I’ll do it right away.” I reach for the envelope.

  “There’s no hurry,” he brushes my hand with the back of his and my skin flushes with tingles of excitement. He helps me up from my seat, I’m standing an inch away from him basking in the warmth of his body heat. How is it possible for anyone to smell so good? I breathe him deep into my lungs like his scent is my oxygen. He leans into me, oh god, he’s going to kiss me! But he brushes his cheek against mine and whispers into my ear, “I’ll see you tomorrow Kadeesha.”

  He pulls back and I’m left trembling in place, every cell in my body shrieks like a toddler having a tantrum—come back!!

  It takes a second, but I manage to compose myself enough to grab my things, the folder and force my shaky legs toward the elevator. I don’t look back, but I can feel his royal blue eyes watching my ass sway with every single step.

  A swish of the card and a two second elevator ride takes me up to the top floor of the Nozama building. I’m amazed to see that the entire floor appears to be Mr. Hollingsworth’s office. My shoes echo off his floors as I approach his desk.

  Mr. Hollingsworth is on the phone. Even from the elevator, I can see that he’s gorgeous, but when I close the distance between us my heart starts beating like the wings of a hummingbird on a sugar rush. His raven hair is parted on the side and perfectly tapered to accentuate his strong jaw, carpeted by a short but dark 5 o’clock shadow. I watch his brown eyes size me up as I approach his desk with the envelope in my hand. I’m pretty sure I’ve been crossing this floor for an eternity when I finally reach the desk. He’s clenching his chiseled jaw tight, making his neck muscles twist noticeably as he talks into the phone. His voice is deep and commanding, I can tell that he’s not projecting it, but it fills the minimally decorated space.

  I don’t want to interrupt so I just shoot him a quick smile and place the envelope down beside him and head back to the elevator. When I manage to trek halfway back across the floor, I hear him drop the receiver down abruptly and growl, “Stop right there young lady!”

  I freeze. Something about his tone would stop a charging bull.

  “What is the meaning of this?”

  The meaning of what? I turn to face him and my heart sinks to see a scowl cross his flawless, tan face. I don’t say a word, if there’s anything I know well enough, it’s to stay quiet and let the boss tell you how you fucked up. It rarely helps to jump in with apologies or excuses, especially if you have no idea what the problem is.

  “You do not strut into my office without invitation, Miss…” he waits for me to fill in the blank. My mouth is dry from fear and desire churning inside me.

  “Kadeesha, er, I mean Williams. My last name is Williams.”

  “Fine, Miss Williams. You must be the new hire.”

  I nod, something about the way he talks makes me want to use as few words as possible.

  “From now on, Miss Williams, the protocol is that you lock the elevator door open and you remain inside until I invite you into my office. Are we clear?”

  I nod again, staring at how his suit clings to his sculpted shoulders. God, he’s so sexy! I struggle to keep myself in check, Mr. Hollingsworth is not the kind of man who would pursue someone like me. He’s definitely not the kind of man I would be wise to pursue either. He’s perfect, and he’s unobtainable.

  “That will be all, Miss Williams.”

  I turn sharply on my heel and scurry back to the safety of the elevator. Why won’t these doors close? I’m hitting the button like a woodpecker drilling a hole in a tree. Finally, I escape Mr. Hollingsworth’s sexy glower and I lean back against the cool metal cave descending back down among the peasants.

  Chapter Four: DD Batteries

  I’m standing in line at the Fairway after another intense day at work. The cashier rings my items through, 2 bars of chocolate and a package of DD batteries. She raises her eyebrow at me knowingly and I shrug. What can I say? My vibrator has gotten a lot of action this week. After working at Nozama all week, I have to say, I’m already good at my job. What I’m not good at is being toyed with and teased all day by Chuck just to end my shift with a visit to the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. A week! A week is a long time to walk around the office with your flesh feeling like an exposed nerve because your panties are always wet and you can’t stop thinking about all the naughty things you want to do to your boss… not to mention his boss.

  Clutching my “guess-who-isn’t-getting-any” purchases under my arm, I climb back into the back seat of the Rolls. “Thanks for making a pit-stop Jarvier.”

  “This is my job Miss Williams, I don’t mind at all,” he’s so good natured. I’m already starting to wonder how I ever ma
naged without him. It doesn’t take long to adjust to luxury. I’m even thinking about getting my own place once I’ve had a couple paychecks come in. Although I haven’t said anything to Charday about it yet.

  I’m relieved that the apartment is empty, Charday has been so snippy with me lately. I’m pretty sure she’s jealous as hell. I would be. The last thing I want is to listen to is her nagging me about the wine I’m popping. Just let me drink in peace woman! The first glass goes down in one gulp. Now that I can afford wine with fancier names than “white” or “red”, they go down even easier. Not that it was ever a problem before.