That evening, Mia had a lot on her mind as she contemplated her first day on the job. It certainly hadn't been what she'd expected. Sam had been in meetings the entire afternoon, and she hadn't even seen him again after lunch.
She'd felt a little disappointed in that, and she wasn't sure why. Her entire life, she'd been told she was a good girl. She'd tried her best to do what she thought was right. The last thing she would ever want to do is disappoint her mother, but now that her mom was gone, and this alternative to the way she'd always been was presented to her, she couldn't help but think about it. A lot.
Lying in her bed, wearing a black satin negligée she'd bought when she went shopping the other day, she thought about what Sam had asked her to do. Her mind wandered to what might've happened if he'd touched her. She thought of what it would've been like to have his hands on her body instead of just his eyes. Images of Sam's muscular body removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt had her feeling sensations she'd never experienced before. An ache began to build between her legs.
But it wasn't just thoughts of Sam that made her feel that way. She couldn't get Beau out of her mind either. What if he'd been the one commanding her? It was hard to think of Beau in that capacity. He was so sweet and gentle. He would never order to do anything. Her mind switched to thoughts of him holding her in his arms, out in a flower covered meadow, as a summer breeze stirred her hair. His kisses would taste like honey, his touch light and exhilarating. Sam was the fire; Beau was the wind.
Mia decided the only thing she could do at the moment was go to sleep and hope her dreams didn't leave her more confused than her reality.
The next day, she arrived at the office wearing another outfit she'd purchased after studying her dress requirements. It was a short, black and white checkered skirt that reminded her of something a school girl would wear. Her top was a white form fitting button down. She left the top three buttons undone as she was required. In order to save money, she'd taken public transient and had gotten a lot of attention, something she wasn't used to and wasn't sure how she to feel about it.
She'd been sitting at her desk for nearly two hours when the red light went off. A tinge of excitement had her leaping out of her chair. The only person she'd spoken to since she'd arrived was Veronica, and that was just for a moment. She hadn't bumped into Beau, and the receptionist didn't need to help her now that she had her own door code.
Mia was in such a hurry to see Sam she almost forgot to knock-almost. She caught her breath and tapped on the door. "Come in," Sam called, and Mia punched in her code.
"Good morning, Mr. Whitaker, sir," she said stepping through the door.
He was staring at his laptop screen when she first walked in, but did a double take after catching a glimpse of her. His mouth dropped open. "Good morning, Mia. You look... lovely."
"Thank you," she said smoothing her skirt. It really was short, she noticed as she ran her hands down it. She had a feeling if she were to bend over in this, he'd see her black G-string. Maybe more. A wave of self-consciousness rolled over her as his dark eyes continued to penetrate through her clothes.
"I dropped a pen underneath my desk," he said in that husky voice that let her know she was about to be given a task that could potentially make her uncomfortable. Or maybe she'd like it.... "I'd like for you to come and get it."
"Yes, sir," she said, stilling herself.
Sam rolled his chair back out of the way and then pushed it aside so he could stand behind his desk. "I'd like for you to come over here, get down on all fours, and crawl under the desk to get the pen, Mia. I want you to take your time, and once you have the pen, I'd like for you to back out, slowly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." She swallowed hard, thinking about everything he'd see when she did that. But she couldn't refuse her boss. She couldn't quit her job and give the money back because she didn't have it. Besides, what would it hurt? He likely wouldn't even touch her. He just wanted to look....
Mia crossed over to his desk and slowly dropped down on all fours. Sam was behind her, and when her knees hit the floor and her bottom raised, he let out a moan that made her core tighten up. How could her body react so completely to just a sound?
Taking her time, Mia crawled beneath the desk, remembering her klutzy nature and being careful not to hit her head. She could feel her skirt tapping lightly against her bottom as she moved, but it certainly wasn't covering everything.
He liked it. She could tell by the noises he was making-more low moans, staggered breaths. When she had the pen in her hand, Mia spread her legs apart slightly before she planned to head back, and Sam whispered an expletive. He seemed to like that a lot. She wasn't exactly sure what he could see, but it made her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.
With the pen in her hand, Mia backed from underneath the table, taking her time. When she was out, she looked over her shoulder at Sam. His eyes were slitted and he had a hand resting below his belt. Mia took a deep breath, wondering if he could control himself. The teasing was fun, but she wasn't sure she was ready for him to touch her. Not yet anyway.
Once she was standing again, Sam said in a sultry voice, "Thank you, Mia. You may put the pen on my desk and go." He didn't look directly at her.
Mia did as she was told, putting the pen down and walking back toward the door. When she reached the other side, she took some deep breaths and then sat down at her desk.
What had she gotten herself into?