GAME OF LUST WITH MR BILLIONAIRE'S

Why, oh why did I have to wear a white blouse? And why, oh why did I have to stumble up the stair with my blistering hot coffee and spill it on my shirt.

And why, oh why, did it have to be the day of my big meeting?

Of course with my dumbfounded luck, the elevators were out of order; and upon walking into the front of the editing part of the building, I was completely overthrown by the surprise of seeing that my office had been sent under random reconstruction.

Basically, my already small little complex in that back of the building was being cut in half. Our business had recently been expanded and I got the worst half of it. And yes, I was complaining.

Although I was thankful to be working for a quite successful and expanding Oil Incorporation in NYC that came with a decent paycheck, I was underestimated; no one saw me for my true potential. So far, my 5 years at the Buffalo Institute for Journalism had gone to waste; but I wasn't perturbed. I was perfectly content with writing semi-advanced articles and cracking jokes with the rest of the faculty about how our current boss, Ms. Newmort, looked like a falcon.

Today I just happened to have gotten called in early for this pointless meeting in which I was to take notes. Some multi-millionaire from Utah was trying to expand his hotel business and struck oil that was already owned by our company. They wanted to make an exchange for some of our oil. But what millionaire wants to live in Utah? And run a large and expansive hotel at that?

"Look who decided to finally show up to work." My boss had coarse unprofessional humor.

"I'm sorry, I got caught up in traffic and you know I don't have a car-" she stopped me, her blonde hair was slicked back in a high professional bun and her makeup was heavy. She looked like a clown.

"I don't care about your personal issues, hurry up and sign in. We're very busy today!" she exclaimed and walked past me, her heels making an annoying clash with the marble flooring. I held my half spilled coffee and closed my eyes.

"Don't mind her, she's mad cause man number 5 stood her up last night," my friend Amy told me.

Amy Blackwell was the most talkative female to ever walk the planet and probably the most influential. I met her in college.

"And how did you hear this?" I ask her, handing her my drink and making my way to my incredibly small ass cubicle in the back. It had one window and a small couch. Nothing I was too proud of.

"Randy told Beverly who told Willis who told Janet who told Daniel who-" I groan and stop her, "Who let me guess...who told you?" I ask finishing.

"Actually no. Daniel who told Heather who told Valerie.... Who then told me?" she said smiling and sitting on my desk as I signed into my account on my Mac computer. "And you're sure this is true?" I ask her, to be honest I completely honest, I really didn't care, but her rattling conversation was strangely making me feel better. Besides the entire staff was like a group of high school kids, always spreading rumors and it was fun to hear about. "We were just talking about it in the lounge.

Besides she always acts like this when she's been stood up." That was true. "Are you sure it isn't that Utah Hotel business guy that's coming?" I insist. My MacBook wouldn't open. The password must've been changed.

"Why would it be? Although, I did hear that we're getting a new manager," she spills and I almost leap with joy. "You mean Ms. Newmort is leaving?" I exclaim. My day just might have gotten better!

"No, basically like her right hand man, literally and I hear he is like a gorgeous piece of man." I dampen at the thought of having her still around. My day instantly returned back to shitty extreme. "Where did you hear this?" I ask wildly at her, still struggling to log in. "Phoebe told-"

"Never mind.

When does the meeting start?" I ask, sighing and looking down at my shirt. "In 20 minutes, oh, and another spill, don't worry, I have a pink flowered chiffon top that would match your pencil skirt. I have it in my office!" she tells me.

And this is why Amy was my best friend.

After changing my shirt and being yelled at by my irritating and dateless boss, I made it just in time to meet at a long table with a group of men. The room smelt of fresh apples and I seated myself close next to Ms. Newmort. Which reminded me, once again...I forgot to eat against this morning. In a way, I didn't forget, I just simply passed the idea.

All of the men were quite older but didn't look too bad for their age. Not that I was looking anyways. And I was sure as hell they weren't looking at me. "Good morning Mr. Carter. Pleasure to see you again." Ms. Newmort says, sitting back in her chair, as I scoot next to her with my notebook and pen out. Mr. Carter was a very attractive older man; his eyes were a deep dark brown, highlighted by perfect eyebrows. I noticed the wedding band on his ring finger and I smiled.

You can take the toilet paper out of your bra now Ms. Newmort he's married!

"Good morning, well let's not dilly-dally, I have another meeting at 9 so let's make this quick." Gee, Mr. Carter was a busy man and didn't play around. Maybe I should go work for him in the middle of nowhere in Utah.

"Very well, shall we discuss details?" Ms. Newmort flashes back, showing her fake smile that she doesn't even try to show to me.

Hoe.

I didn't even understand why I was here if all they needed to do was sign the contract? "I have my brightest and most successful assistant manager in exchange for just a quart of your oil." Just a quart? This man better be good. Mr. Carter continues, "My son, Elliot Carter Jr majored in business and finance with a minor in entrepreneurship.

A younger man then stands to his feet, his dark brown-feathered hair brushed across his face. Eyes deep and dark just like his fathers, with perfectly shaped eyebrows. He was surely a very 'gorgeous piece of man' as Amy stated earlier today. Maybe even better... Ms. Newmort took a liking to him, more than I did.

"A 2 year contracts with Mr. Elliot Carter in an exchange? Sounds moral enough," My already plotting boss mumbled. "If you will forgive me, but I always work with a personal assistant. It helps me execute my imposition." Mr. Elliot Carter Jr says. His voice is deep and powerful and holds intimidation. It makes me frown.

"That is perfectly fine. I already knew that though. Who would you like?" Ms. Newmort sounded as if she was going to throw herself out on the table.

Once again, I think: Hoe.

The most acclimated member of your staff. I'd like to help improve their skills as well," he says.

Oh Lord, that would be-

"Ms. Rayleen Banks has been here for over 3 years and shows no improvement since. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer someone more experienced?" she says motioning towards me in a disgusted manner. I want to slit her neck and destroy everything she loves. How dare she make a mockery of me! The men in the room all chuckle and shift in awkward humor. And I smile half-heartedly. This woman was lucky I found the Lord.

"Ms. Banks will do," Mr. Carter says waving his hand off, clearly, unamused.

"Now for the contract.

After twenty more minutes of discussion and contracts being exchanged, my job had been lifted to PA. I wouldn't lie, I was overwhelmed with happiness and Amy wasted no time telling me the latest news. "I heard you're the new PA for Mr. Carter," she says, raising her eyebrows at me. "I haven't even left the meeting yet. How the hell did you hear it?" I ask, waiting for the list of people she was to name.

"I eavesdropped by the door. Oh my God, just looking at him stimulated everything that needs to be stimulated!" she says giggling and I hit her arm as we walk to my office.

"Don't be so loud, you little nasty! You and Ms. Newmort share the same thoughts" I respond humorously. Ms. Newmort looked like she was getting ready to marry the man. Amy scoffs and rolls her eyes at me, "Please, no one wants her overused vagina anyways. He needs something fresh and-" I groan, and cover my face. She was so sexually morbid!

"Shut up! You're so nasty, now get out, I have work to do" I fib, knowing I haven't been instructed a thing since I signed the contract. I just need some time alone...the last few nights had been a little rough for me. But what else was new?

"Tell me, have you talked to him at least?" she asks me, hopping up on my table. "No. And I hope I don't have to for a while. He looks full of himself.," I say turning my face up. Despite the fact he looked like he should be posing for Rolling Stone cover magazine, he looked cocky nonetheless. And cocky was not attractive.

"Well I sure as hell would love to be full inside me..." Amy hums, gazing around the room innocently. I immediately pretend to vomit and turn away from her.

. "Shit, I'd be too if my father was a millionaire!" she says, kicking her leg up. "In Utah," I add scoffing. "So? He's a millionaire, a multi-millionaire at that!" She was so impressed by petty things, especially money. "Please, he probably will just do his damage and leave," I say simply, shrugging.

"Ahem," I hear a voice cleared behind me.

I almost choke on the cold coffee. It was my new boss. Elliot Carter! Amy's head shoots up and we all gaze at each other in silence. I can't even make out his expression. His face looks stern yet softened.

I have lost my job. I am jobless. I have been revoked from my jobbing privileges. I am so fired!

"Well, this is awkward," Amy, whispers, her lips pressed together in a thin line.

She finally rises to her feet, nods politely and is out the door; leaving me there. "Mr. Carter," I say nodding, and turning my attention towards the scribbled notes I took during the meeting which consisted of: 'I'm working for the new gorgeous piece of man!' and 'Why does my boss hate me so much? I'm shooting her car tires.'

"Ms. Banks," he says half-heartedly and walks towards my desk, his hand in his pockets. He smelt of spearmint and cologne. "I'm here to discuss expectations and requirements," he says. Oh Lord, this makes me feel sick to my stomach. Here we go.

"I expect you to be here at 6 am with coffee and have an extra print out of what we have done the previous day.

You will attend every out of the country or out of state meetings and have word-by-word notes on them. Are we clear?" he speaks so quickly I can barely keep up. Should I mention that I have terrible luck with coffee? Absolutely atrocious.

"But the building doesn't open until 6:30," I construe silently. Perhaps he didn't know since this since he was new to the building. " You know the code and have a key to your office don't you?" he asks matter-of-factly.

"Yes." My voice is silent and comes out a whisper. "Then you should have no problem coming in at 6." His tone irritates me and I grit my teeth. "Dandy, Mr. Carter. Anything else?" I ask. "Don't wear pink. Ever." he says annunciating his words.

The nerve of this man! I don't even want to comment.

I'm lucky he didn't even say anything about my smart remark about him moments before he came in the room. "Whatever you say sir," I reply forcing a smile. This was going to be a long contract.

It felt so good to be home. My cat Jinx was happy to see me, and she purred and entwined herself in my arms. I tossed my black heels to the side and lay on my bed, embracing her. "You must be lucky you don't have a big bad old boss to listen to, huh?" I say talking like a baby to her and cradling her close to me. "Don't worry. He'll get that long stick out of his ass soon," I say. I drift off to sleep, keen on getting at least a solid 8 hours of sleep before I had to carry out my duties for my megalomaniac boss.

I was actually proud of myself. I had managed to get up, shower, grab coffee (and not spill it), and arrive at work by 5:45. I dressed in yet another tight pencil skirt, my black strapped heels, with a purple top, since Mr. Dickhead insisted to never wear pink in his presence again. I cursed at him for that; pink is what consisted most of my damn wardrobe!

I found him crouched over my desk, his cuffed white button up was opened, revealing to what seemed to be some mighty strong pecks. I bet if Amy was here she'd be having a visual orgasm. He was on my computer, dabbling something in- wait my computer.

"Excuse me," I say softly, knocking on my door. He was unmoved by my statement so I spoke louder.

"Excuse me, Mr. Carter." He glanced up at me, and I raised my eyebrow.

"Excuse you Ms Banks. I'm impressed you managed to get here 15 minutes earlier than I instructed." His tone showed sarcasm and it instantly irritated me. I walked over and handed him his coffee, he sipped it once and cringed in disgust.

"I like my coffee black." He muttered handing it back to me.

Ass.

"My apologizes, sir." I reply trying to hide my anger.

"May I ask what are you doing on my computer?" I ask, setting our drinks down. "I changed it's settings- so that everything you do and write will show up on my computer." He pauses- the nerve of this man! He reaches into his pocket, retrieving an IPhone 5.

"I want you to have this- I transferred all my information to this phone. This will be your new phone- you may use it however you please too." He hands me the beautiful black IPhone.

"Black?" I whisper and I'm unaware that he hears me until he says, "It shows profession. It's conservative and strictly business-like." I blink at him, and look back down at my new phone. But I could never replace my good ole reliable Galaxy S3. Never!

"Do you have this tracked too?" I guess he thought I was joking when I ask the question cause he chuckles, "No Ms. Banks- I do not." We sit there in silence and I feel his eyes on me. Observing me.

"Wear red from now on." He states and finally gets up from my chair.

Now wait just a diddly darn minute. I can't wear pink and now I have to wear red? Wasn't there a rule against this? I will not have a man tell me what I can and cannot wear!

"Why?" I whine, almost like a child. Was he trying to ruin my perfected color coordinated wardrobe? He had no respect for a females love for fashion!

"Because I said so. Dont question me." He spats at me, his brown eyes burning right back into mine. This man wasn't my father, he can't tell me what to do! "Now I have some fax being sent over from my old business, I want you to look it over and send a notification back that you have read all terms. Understood Ms. Banks?" He says sternly. Jeez, why was this guy so serious all the time? "Yes sir." I hear myself say, and he's out the door.

I'm already beginning to hate my job.

Amy brought me breakfast. Praise the lawd- I was starved and Mr. Carter didn't include the fact that over 15 fucking people would be sending 5 paged essay on how they wish him good luck! I rolled my eyes and sent him an overview, through my computer while fighting the urge to get on Tumblr.

You will never be too old for Tumblr. Even though 24 wasn't considered old. "How's your megalomanic boss?" She asks, slipping herself next to me. "Megalomanic as ever," I sigh, writing 'notifcation number 8'.

"Ms. Newmort has been on dick all morning. You should really be happy you're overly small cubicle is in the way back so you wont have to endure the whoreness up front." Amy tells me swinging her feet back and forth.

"What's she been doing?" I ask, typing frantically on my computer. "She wore this hideous yellow top, and the buttons are down. You can totally see that she's wearing a push up bra." She asserts and I chuckle softly at her. Amy always knew how to cheer me up.

"Come on give her some slack, at least she's trying. She's not being so hostile and scary." I defend as I finish with the report. "Scary? Hah, you should see her makeup." Amy scoffs, crossing her arms.

"Don't you have something better to do? Write reports or something?" I ask, trying to get her to do something productive. "Nah, that's the sad part about being an executive. I have one huge report a week, and I'm done by the next morning. It's 10:30 and I have done no damage at all whatsoever." She protests poking her lip out.

"Hey, it's better than doing 15 replies to selfish Utahian men." I point out, cracking my knuckles getting ready for number 9. "He's making you do that? What's with the new phone?" She says in awe, grabbing my new IPhone which I failed to lock.

"Boss Man did it. He even hot wired my computer so he can see whatever I'm doing," I complain, snatching my phone back.

"Ooh! You mean he can see everything?" She squeals and I nod. "You've done enough- lets have some fun shall we? Tumblr Time!" She exclaims, times like this I was happy that I had a room in the back.

"No! I can't." I respond.

"He didnt say anything about breaks now did he? He didnt restrict you from doing anything right?" She preaches and bats her long eyelashes at me. I say nothing,

"Exactly, so let's have some fun," She chimes, and reaches over my computer, putting up another tab.

"You really need to change your tumblr name," I groan. "What's wrong with it?" She asks innocently. "The Sexy Mexci Drinking Your Pepsi has got to go. You're not even Mexican!" I exclaim. She shrugs, "So it sounded cool." And she starts scrolling and soon we're lost in the world of tumblr.

Reblogging, foods and sexy attractive guys that I know dont really exist. "Time to get off. Sex is starting to pop up." I say moving her hand. "It's my tumblr, what do you expect?" She tells me, continuing to reblog.

"Got damn, can you imagined getting tied up during sex?" Amy groans, with a sensual smile on her face.

"Um...ew." I say, scrunching my face up. "Dont act like you don't love it. Oh look- a gif!" There's a gif of a man holding a girl by her ankles. The rest of her body's tied down, and she has a gag ball in her mouth. It replays over...and over...and Amy's nasty ass keeps staring at it.

"Oh my God, I need sex in my life!" She says lying back on me. "I dont care!" I say shoving her off of me. "Just cause you're a virgin doesnt mean you hve to rain on us nymphos parades! I love rough sex. I bet you'll like it too once you've tried it." She says, reblogging the gif and continuing to scroll down.

"I'm going to be a virgin until I get married- if I ever get married, now scat! I'm trying to do the rest of my work." I finally say, swiping her hand and cancelling out the tab. "Ugh, fine. I'm just going to watch porn on your lovely new IPhone."

She says, grabbing my IPhone and spinning around. I groan and continue back at my work. Until the office work phone begins to ring, and I answer it, Rayleen Banks, PA speaking, how may I help you?" I say by force of habit. I almost jump and yelp when I hear my boss's voice.

"Rayleen, I need to see you in my office...now." This was the first time he's used my first name, and I close my eyes for a moment before mumbling, "Right away sir," I put the phone down before ignoring Amy's wide eyes at the porn she was watching and make my way towards his office. I knock and I hear,

"Come in," He sounds normal, not mad at all. I open the door and slowly walk in.

"Shut the door." He instructs and I do so. "What is it that you need sir?" I ask respectfully.

"I'm quite disappointed in you." He says, rubbing his shaven chin. His office is big, and he has a full view of the Lake Champlain.

Uh oh- he saw me on tumblr, and the rough sex that Amy was reblogging! Shit! "Pardon?" I say my voice shakily. "You sent Mr. Roberts an appreciate report to room 243." I pause for a moment. What was the issue. "And?" I ask. "And, room 243 is Ms. Chassidys."

Oh lord, this is what it's about? I open my mouth, "I'm sorry Mr. Carter-" He stops me, "And you should be." He pauses. "I want those two redone and sent by noon. You may go." He says dismissing me and turning around in his seat. I sigh of relief and slip out his office.

I made my way towards my office but was quickly stopped by Ms. Newmort. "Ms. Newmort, what a pleasant surprise," I grit through my teeth."Rayleen, I will not have you flirting with our new member of staff." She says, her voice clearly being heard by everyone else. I take in her appearance.

Her makeup was more heavy than yesterday, and one boob was clearly larger than the other. "What are you talking about?" I ask, almost laughing. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. And I will not have it. You may not be my assistant in this job but I can see that you are out of one."

She snarls at me and walks past me. Leaving me, dead in my tracks. The nerve of that woman I look around and everyone continues to act like they don't know what just happened.

I hate Ms. Newmort. And I hate my sexy new boss.

After a few hours of more rushed essays back to my cocky rich foreign men; the asshole I call my boss instructed me to go out and retrieve him lunch. But to my inconvenience- I don't have a car! I didn't want to stir the pot into his anger, seeing I already had earlier this morning, I didn't bother explaining why I didn't have a vehicle to him. I grabbed my purse and walked out my enclosed work space in the back of the building. It seemed like the first time I got fresh sunlight in days! I scurried outside to the gusting May wind and waved my hand in the air trying to catch a taxi.

I lived in one of the biggest cities in the nation, which made it ever so difficult. "Taxi!" I called out, waving my hands in the air, looking like a flat out idiot. No use. Damnit. I felt an awkward buzz of my new IPhone in my pocket and I answered, "Rayleen Banks speaking." I try to hide my annoyance in my voice. I guess I should have seen who it was, because the angry voice shouted, "Rayleen are you outside?"

How did this man see? I looked up and saw him perched up against his balcony, scanning around, I guess looking for me. "Um, yes. I'm in the midst of trying to catch a cab. What is it you need sir?" I say pushing the receiver away from my mouth so I can shout, "Taxi!" Nope, still no use.

"A taxi? Stay right where you are Rayleen. I'll drive you." And before I can object the phone goes dead. Great- just fucking great. I stand awkwardly on the sidewalk, the breeze leaving goosebumps on my skin. My brown hair struggled to stay in the ponytail, I had lazily tossed it in this morning. A taxi slowed down in front of me, honking twice. "Need a ride?" The kind man asks, and I nod slowly, looking left and right- perhaps I'd call him.

I shrugged and hopped in the seat, happy to escape the cool wind outside. "Where to ma'am?" He asks, and as I open my mouth to reply, but I'm almost instantly cut off by the booming echo outside of the taxi. Mr. Stevens is yelling, "Rayleen!" He thunders. Ohhh crap. "Jesus," I whisper, and rub my face slowly. "Boyfriend?" The old taxi man humors, and I almost die of laughter at even the thought of that random accusation. It was so absurd and completely out of the question.

"No. Boss." I correct and get out of the cab slowly. Mr. Carter storms towards me and grabs my arm in a tight grip and drags me to follow him. "I thought I ordered you to stay where you were." He hisses in my ear.

People glanced towards are way, eyeing us like we were an unknown animal exhibit. He was making a scene! "I was going to call you. It's not that big of a deal." I insist, not liking how he was speaking to me. He brings me to a large black SUV and pushes me in the back seat with him. "Lindon, drive."

He orders before turning back to me. "Rayleen, when I tell you to do something. You will do it. You're my personal assistant. Mine." He growled, not breaking the intense eye contact. The anger flourished in his pupils and I could clearly see it.

My lips were pressed into a thin line, "Then don't speak to me like I'm a child." I grit through my teeth, my nostrils flaring. "I'll talk to you however I want and you will listen. " He whispers. "The board wont be happy to hear that you have been verbally abusing me." I challenge.

He chuckles, "Verbal abuse? Please. I have the upper hand here. I'm not the one who needs this job." He points out, and suddenly he's closer; I can feel his breath on my face.

My senses lighten and the air seems to thicken. I pull away and look out the window, watching the small droplets of rain paint the window and I sigh...maybe it was a good thing he picked me up. "What do you want for lunch?" He asks, glancing up from his phone, acting as if nothing had happen. My God, this man was confusing. I don't normally eat lunch, because I never find the time, and an apple or my handy dandy Orbit gum usually satisfies my hunger. But I know he'll force me to eat so I say, "I already ate." He shoots up at me, "Don't lie to me." He whispers, his eyes are like daggers, burning away my exterior- my facade. He made me feel...bare and naked. "Don't look at me like that." I breathe, shifting awkwardly. He snorts and smiles, "I know I make you nervous. I see how you squirm in my presence.

His words were conceited and yet like liquor- it's intoxicating my mind. There was a hint of eroticism in his words. "Intimidation, Ms. Banks." He suddenly exclaims, making me and the driver, Lindon jump. I wonder how long he had been listening...and what he thought about it? "I like to keep people on their toes."

He grumbles, as we come to a stop light. That was an understatement..he made me feel like I was walking on eggshells around him. "It's all about control." He whispers the last part as if I wasn't supposed to hear. My legs are crossed, and his jaw clenches, I cannot read his expression. "Interesting, Mr. Carter." I breathe. "Sir. Call me sir." He says blinking his eyes. I frowned confused my his wishes. "Yes sir." I reply leaning back. He inhales deeply, "Good girl," He mutters.

He didn't force me to eat which I was thankful for. I stormed back to my complex, grabbing Amy on the way there. "Ow, ow, ow. Slow your horses cowgirl, what's up?" She asks as I close the door behind me. I exhale, keeping my eyes closed and I whisper. "I'm sexually attracted to my boss."