TORN
Laura Bailey
All rights reserved circa 2013
Prelude
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.
Chapter One
Madeline had spent weeks going from agency to agency trying to find out who supplied staff to Ballentyne Funds in D.C. She had spent the last few years before that learning business administration at college and taking numerous temp roles at some of the top hedge fund companies in New York. Her Resume was now quiet impressive. She had patience; she had needed that all her life, resolute in her conviction that things would work out if she waited long enough for them to. She knew that the PA of Daniel Harker, CEO of Ballentyne, was due to retire any day now. It was just a matter of waiting until then. The PA had worked for Daniel Harker’s father and had been there many years. The Agency had promised her a shot at the interview when she retired.
She got the call one fall day, almost six months after first identifying the Agency. Her time had now come. She just needed to somehow ensure Daniel Harker gave her the job, and not another candidate sent from the Agency. She had read as much about him as she could over the years, had followed him very closely in the newspapers and society magazines, had seen his picture with numerous stunning women at charity functions and other events. Usually they were brunettes and for that she was thankful that she wouldn’t need to dye her hair. More than that though, she needed to impress him with her experience and suitability for the job, not with her looks. She didn’t think it likely that he would hire someone just for their appearance; he could get that in abundance and did, his extreme wealth a major attraction. Regardless, she considered herself quite plain.
Smoothing down her black skirt, she entered the building and as she rose in the elevator, she checked that her long auburn hair was still secured in the bun she had put it up in. Her make-up was minimal, just a hint of blusher and mascara. As she lowered her hands she realised how much they were shaking.
Exiting the elevator, she saw a long reception desk ahead of her, an extremely well groomed receptionist behind it, immaculately manicured nails and startlingly white teeth.
“I’m here to see Daniel Harker.”
“Your name
Laura Bailey
All rights reserved circa 2013
Prelude
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.
Chapter One
Madeline had spent weeks going from agency to agency trying to find out who supplied staff to Ballentyne Funds in D.C. She had spent the last few years before that learning business administration at college and taking numerous temp roles at some of the top hedge fund companies in New York. Her Resume was now quiet impressive. She had patience; she had needed that all her life, resolute in her conviction that things would work out if she waited long enough for them to. She knew that the PA of Daniel Harker, CEO of Ballentyne, was due to retire any day now. It was just a matter of waiting until then. The PA had worked for Daniel Harker’s father and had been there many years. The Agency had promised her a shot at the interview when she retired.
She got the call one fall day, almost six months after first identifying the Agency. Her time had now come. She just needed to somehow ensure Daniel Harker gave her the job, and not another candidate sent from the Agency. She had read as much about him as she could over the years, had followed him very closely in the newspapers and society magazines, had seen his picture with numerous stunning women at charity functions and other events. Usually they were brunettes and for that she was thankful that she wouldn’t need to dye her hair. More than that though, she needed to impress him with her experience and suitability for the job, not with her looks. She didn’t think it likely that he would hire someone just for their appearance; he could get that in abundance and did, his extreme wealth a major attraction. Regardless, she considered herself quite plain.
Smoothing down her black skirt, she entered the building and as she rose in the elevator, she checked that her long auburn hair was still secured in the bun she had put it up in. Her make-up was minimal, just a hint of blusher and mascara. As she lowered her hands she realised how much they were shaking.
Exiting the elevator, she saw a long reception desk ahead of her, an extremely well groomed receptionist behind it, immaculately manicured nails and startlingly white teeth.
“I’m here to see Daniel Harker.”
“Your name
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