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He was a billionaire, and as far as I could tell, he threw money around like confetti. When you had that much, I guess you could afford it. He had told me he knew I had a degree, so he would match what I should be earning and then some if I took the job with him.
I’d been suspicious of his offer. What did he expect of me for that much money? Favors? I vowed I wouldn’t give it to him. Money didn’t talk in my world. I had been ready for him to try so I could shut him down.
Brent hadn’t tried. Instead, he treated me like gold, and I started developing a crush on him. Where I’d previously been adamant I wouldn’t give him what he wanted if he was expecting me to put out, now I wanted it. I wanted him to take me. In the office, on his desk, on my desk. Anywhere. It wasn’t about the money anymore. It wasn’t about the job. It was about the gray hair that curled out when his top button was undone and his tie was at half-mast. It was the cornflower blue of his eyes that I wanted to sear my skin and his thick corded arms that suggested work wasn’t the only thing he did.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I’d had plenty of dirty fantasies about Brent. My favorite was where he stripped me and spread me out on his desk, diving between my legs to show me how a real man did it.
Just thinking about it made me wet. I didn’t have time to get myself off now, though. I was going to be late if I stood here deciding what to wear for much longer.
Lingerie was the most important. It made me feel incredible when I wore a raunchy lace number, and if Brent got as far as peeling my clothes off, it would tell him exactly what I had in mind. I chose a black lace set with satin inserts, and there was barely enough material to cover all the important bits.
Perfect.
I decided on a blue dress suit that complemented my light skin tone. The pencil skirt was a good length, but it had a slit in the back that made it sexy, and I paired it with a white, sleeveless blouse that I tucked in at the waist. I left the top two buttons undone and leaned forward, looking at myself in the mirror. It displayed my breasts perfectly, showing off my cleavage. The lace bra looked fantastic like this, cupping my breasts the way I wished Brent would. I wouldn’t get pulled over by HR if I walked around like this in the office, provided I was careful where I bent over.
There was only one person I wanted to bend over for.
I decided on black heels that were a lot higher than the comfortable kitten heels I usually wore to work. When I looked in the mirror, the shoes made my legs look long and slender and my ass look perfect.
When I was dressed, I completed the look with smoky makeup and a nude lip. I used hairspray to style my short light brown hair, pulling it up into a messy french twist. When I was done, I looked about as sexy as I could get away with at the office. Anything more and I might get in trouble. I checked my reflection one more time. If I were a guy, I would do me.
Again, if it worked to get Brent in my pants, it would be worth the risk.
I left the apartment only a few minutes behind schedule and walked down to my car. I had to kick off the shoes in the car to drive; I was used to driving with my shorter heels.
Today was the day, I told myself. I was tired of Brent overlooking me, but it wouldn’t happen again. Not after this outfit.
I arrived at the office and greeted the doorman as usual as I walked into the lobby.
“You look nice,” Margaret said when I passed the reception desk. Her lips, her hair, and her nails were all the same shade of bottle red, and I wasn’t sure it was a good look for her. I smiled.
“Never as put together as you are,” I said.
Margaret giggled, and I forced myself not to roll my eyes. Margaret wasn’t as old as Brent, but she had an old-lady attitude and her perfume was powdery. She listened to choir music, and her lunch always smelled like it had broccoli in it.
“What’s the occasion?” she asked.
“Do I need one to look good?” I didn’t wait for an answer.
On the way to my office, I ran into Joseph Bunting. Joe was Brent’s business partner, a bit younger and quirkier. Everyone thought of him as the weird partner, and we all loved him.
“You look dashing today, Rena,” he said.
I smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”
