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down in one minute.” It was the same security guard from yesterday.
    A minute later, I entered the elevator door with the security guard waiting. He nodded at me as the elevator ascended. Once again, he entered a set of numbers into the keypad. I was too nervous to move. Too nervous to sweat. The elevator doors opened to Alexander Strauss’s floor and the secretary did not look up. The doors to his office stood open.
    I will have self-control, I thought, I promise. I will not have sex with Alexander Strauss again. With that thought reverberating in my head, I walked into his office.
    The doors closed behind me. I looked around the office and saw Alex sitting on his desk. He motioned for me to sit in a chair that was in front of his desk. I walked over to the chair and stood before him, silent. I was not going to sit. I was going to quit. Simple words would flow from me. Strong words. I was done with this job. I would not apologize. I could feel my defiance holding me up, filling me with strength.
    “Here,” Alex said, holding out some papers to me before I could utter so much as a single word. He was smiling.
    “What is this?” I asked. His smile defied my anger, which was all over me like red paint. When I studied his face, I did not see any sense of triumph that he was about to fire me. It was a friendly smile. Small, barely a shadow of a smile, but friendly nonetheless.
    “Your talents are wasted in your current position. I want to offer you a new job.”
    I looked down at the paper. My eyes scanned the document and realized what he was saying was true. I was speechless. Then I saw the salary he was offering me. My eyes widened and my jaw hung open.
    “Why?” I asked. It was all I could think to ask. None of this made sense.
    “There is something special about you. Yesterday, you were honest with me. Brutally so. Your ability to be truthful is a powerful asset to me. When you told me about the rumors surrounding me, that was incredibly valuable, whether you recognize that yet or not. I need someone by my side who will not bullshit me,” Alex said.
    “What... what am I expected to do for this position?” I asked, my mouth dry. The contract before me had only a vague title of “executive assistant” with precious little description of my job duties.
    “You are expected to do whatever I request.”
    Alex stood up and walked over to where I sat. He walked behind me. I felt his hand slide through the back of my hair ever so slightly, barely touching it. I closed my eyes at the faintest hint of his touch.
    “And what do you mean by that?” I asked. My defiance was gone. I was feeling something unexpected. I was excited. I struggled to steady my voice, still confused through the excitement.
    “I am quite demanding. That much you said of me is very true. I have high expectations of the people around me. That will extend to you,” He said. He walked around to my side, inches away from me. His hand pushed the hair back around my ear slowly, caressing the skin. I could see his figure in my peripheral. I could smell his cologne.  “To what happened between us yesterday.”
    “What?” I asked breathlessly. It had remained unspoken until now. Until now, I had almost thought it hadn’t even happened, like I had dreamed the entire thing. Now it was real. He was offering me a job as his assistant for an astronomically high salary. An assistant who would also be his concubine.
    “You will be submissive to my sexual desires, Samantha. That is part of this.” His hand moved under my chin, moved my face up. His eyes burned into mine.
    “What makes you think I would ever accept a proposal like this? That I would be...” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Unable to say it aloud. Whore, I thought, he wants me to be his whore. His eyes seemed to incapacitate me. It was hard to speak against the torrent of his stare.
    “I believe you enjoyed the sex we had yesterday. You have been thinking about it since you