Laced Leatherette!

First of all, welcome to my new story. Which also happens to be my first, I have some one shots to be uploaded (?) to fanfiction. I'm not going to do this until this story is finished because I have a short attention span. Anyway, I'd like to say that I do not claim to own Twilight or anything that you may recognise in this story. The plot is mine though. (This is the only disclaimer, that will be posted thoroughout this story - it is still valid for every chapter.

Summary: Isabella Swan, personal assistant is unsure of how to react to her arrogant boss and his outlandish ways. How will she deal with her Cullen inflicted Whiplash; She'll soon realise that Mr Cullen has some very naughty secrets.

And with that, it's obviously gonna be a "M" rated story.
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Chapter One - Work It (Bella's P.O.V + Third Person)

She shimmied into her emerald green, victoria secret panties. Her hands reaching around to fasten the clasp of the matching push up bra. Her hand reaching into her top drawer, searching for a pair of stockings.

Once she'd seated herself on the edge of her double bed, which just happened to be clad in very expensive silk sheets. A gift from her parents, of course. They seemed, as she grew older to buy her more gifts, buying her affection, perhaps.

Smoothing her hand along each leg, making sure the stockings weren't ripped or snagged anywhere. Her hand reaching for the already opened garment bag that lay on her bed. She'd chosen a two in one dress, a white cut sleeve, turtleneck blouse meeting a pencil skirt. This was MaseCCorp she was interviewing at, she needed to make an impression.
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Bella slipped her black pumps on, the nude satchel thrown casually over her shoulder, as was her blazer. Giving herself a once over in the mirror, checking the make up she had done early hadn't smudged and didn't look trashy.

Later..

I swear I was panting by the time I'd gotten to the highest floor in this building. I should have known that it wasn't my lucky day. And the elevator just had to be "Out of Order".

"Excuse me, May I help you?" A shy voice asked me.

"Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Isabella Swan, for the interview?" Her facial expression turned from wonder to understanding.

"Ah yes, I have your name down hear." She gave her agenda a quick look.

"Feel free to take a seat."

I gave the room a once over, wondering if there was a free seat anywhere. Just great, right next to tweedle-dee and Tweedle-Dumb. Something told me I didn't want to listen to their conversation.

I took my seat next to the blondest girl in the room. Really, do they actually make bleach that white? And, what's up with her roots.

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"So, Jessica.. You gonna fuck him, if you get the job?" What the fuck, is this girl serious. How professional.

"Omg girl, you know it."

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I'd pretty much zoned out until I saw the blonde one, Jessica was it? Running from the room where the interviews were being held. Her black eyeliner streaming down her face.

Lordy, he can't be that bad can he? Maybe she offered him a blow job and he turned her down? Possibly.

"Isabella Swan?"

I walked over to the door, trying to dodge the crying girl who'd taken place at the secretary's desk, demanding to get the interview rescheduled. My hand briskly knocking at the door, waiting for my que to come in.

"Come in". Oh shit, no turning back now. He'd made the poor hoe cry, you aren't that tough, he'll probably stomp on you like a pesky flea. Mother fuck.

I entered, my eyes trained on his black desk. I was surprised to find his back turned to me. No fair.

"Ms Swan, why don't you take a seat."

I smoothed the back of my dress down, sinking into one of the leather armchair opposite his desk.

"Sir, would you please turn around. I feel very rude speaking to someone's backside." Shit, that came out wrong.

I was surprised to hear a chuckle come from him. My face resembling a deer stuck in the head lights.

"Very well, Miss Swan." His seat swivelled around. My eyes being graces by his beautiful, smirking face.

"Better?" I nod my head quickly.

"If that is that Miss Swan, I'd like to commence with the interview?"

"Yes sir" his eyes seemed surprised by my words, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I've seen your résumé Miss Swan, it's quite competitive compared to the others I've seen, but why do you want this job?"

"I've been interested in working for your company for many years, I'm very passionate in companies who take pride in their philanthropic work. If you'll take me on, I'll prove that I can make your life much easier".

"Very well, Miss Swan. I shall be in touch."

Thanks for reading this chapter. I hope that aren't many spelling mistakes.