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hands full, this is your initiation.  I think it’s safe to say we’re all watching to see how it goes.  I for one, am stoked,” stoked, I had to stop myself from quirking a brow at him, “to see how you’ll handle it.  I gotta tell you, you have one hell of a reputation, aside from the Malcolm shit that got dumped on you.  I would be a fool not to admit I’m going to learn from you too.” 
    His honest declaration humbled me and made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
    "Thanks Miles, you don’t know how much I appreciate that.”
    “Alright, get the hell out of here and get to work.  You’ve got a big presentation and not much time.”  He booted up his computer as he shooed me out.
    This time I laughed.  “Yes sir.”
    That was three hours ago.  Simon told me I would be meeting with Mr. Black at one fifteen and that I have a quarter hour to present, the realization sends a nervous tremor through me.  Don’t act like professional virgin, you’ve been doing this for years and you are one of the best in your field.  Obviously Black knows that or he wouldn’t have hired you.
    All day my attention had been focused only on the arguments in front of me and in my head.  I was thankful Black had been out all morning saving me from distraction.  I instantly became aware of him when he returned, I could feel him.  His eyes were on me as he moved through the office.  The erotic heat that pulses from him is intimidating and breathtaking.  The man is a walking sex god.  I know he would fuck hard, rough, and mind-blowingly incredible with a focus that made my toes curl.  His gaze felt like a dark caress and did things to me, things I had no control over.  His lips curled in a wicked smirk like he knew me intimately, knew all my secrets, that I was laid bare in front of him.  He stripped me with that simple glance and I felt raw and naked right to my soul.
    My stomach is instantly in knots and thoughts of eating disappear. 
    Simon is by his side talking as they walk past everyone and into his private world and shut the door.  I can see inside and watch as he sits behind his desk.  There is something different about him from this morning.  I squint my eyes trying to figure it out.  He left his jacket on.   I’m sure that’s it as I remember him pacing earlier with his sleeves rolled up and his hair ruffled. 
    I look back at my monitor and start to read from the top of the page, my head going back and forth from the notes on the pad next to me and the screen.  A little chime makes me jump as an instant message pops up on the right side of my computer screen.    
    Are you ready for me Ms. Trudeau ?   Alexander Black
    I blink, my fingers hovering over the keys. 
    Alexander Black is IM’ing me!
    Yes Mr. Black, I believe I’ll show you exactly what you want to see.  Gemma Trudeau
    Do you now, Ms. Trudeau?  Never assume, it’s a sign of weakness.  Alexander Black
    I’m not assuming, I’m confident.  Gemma Trudeau
    I’m sweating and my breathing is heavy as I fight to hold on to certainty and calm.
    Then I look forward to seeing how you’ll perform in front of me, Ms.  Trudeau.   Alexander Black
    On my back, on all fours, kneeling in front of you, tied and bound… the words and images flash in my mind before I can stop them, bringing a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
    “Fuck!” I mutter.
    Don’t curse Ms. Trudeau, it doesn’t become you.  Alexander Black
    I jerk a stunned gaze at him.  He’s sitting back in his chair at his desk staring directly at me, his hand at his chin, fingers stroking it again.  I blink.  He smiles, but it isn’t a friendly or warm grin, but cold and hard, leering and intimidating, and it tells me this man should never be underestimated.   
    He swivels his chair back to his desk and begins typing. The ping of the message alert draws my attention.
    One hour Ms. Trudeau, you’ll have only fifteen minutes in front of me, don’t waste it .