"Ms. Steele, your next, erm, appointment is here."

I heaved a sigh as I glanced down at my new designer pencil skirt and ran my fingers over the soft fabric.

Anastasia Steele: CEO, Steele-Kavanagh Engineering Corp. I liked the sound of it. It was bold. Stately. Powerful. And yet, after three hours of insidious debate with the VP of Engineering, I still had no resolution to the performance problem with our state-of-the-art wind turbine. Millions of dollars were at risk and it seemed as though no one except me was seeing the urgency of the issue.

"We've got ultrasonic transducers shipping today, Ms. Steele. They can detect cracks and flaws to ensure the problem doesn't repeat itself," Tom had said.

"You're missing the point, Tom." I could still recall his face flushing as I stepped in closer and stared him down. "We have over 100 useless damaged turbines sitting on the property our number one customer. Future prevention techniques won't solve their problem. I need feet on the ground now to get those shipped back here and either replaced or repaired."

The argument had continued far longer than it should have. I finally dismissed Tom with a stark "get it done or get out". My patience had run far too thin.

For this reason, my secretary's announcement of my next "appointment" was a welcome song to my ears. I needed a release. Badly. And today was Toby's day; he was my favorite. I closed my eyes and envisioned the tousled brown hair, warm but piercing eyes, and his pecks that always felt so beautifully hard under my soft fingers. After so many years of failed relationships, these moments had become the highlight of my week. Kate was not a fan and loved to discourage my escapades, but it seemed there did not exist any men who could handle a woman like me.

So instead, I took them in doses – short, hot, and hard doses.

The door creeked open and shut. I continued staring out the window, sticking my ass out behind me in wont.

"Ms. Steele. I hope you are ready for me."

I smiled to myself, "I've done my best to prepare. But I've had a rough day so I'm afraid you'll be doing most of the work this afternoon."

I turned around to find him looking oh-so-gorgeous in a pair of sweat pants that, you know, accentuated certain areas just right, and a fitted white t-shirt I couldn't wait to rip off. He looked down on me with needy, greedy eyes.

"I've been waiting all day for this."

He walked right up to me so his nose was just inches from mine. I could smell him and his presence was giving me goosebumps. He let the moment linger, moving around my face as if to breath in my scent. His finger ran up my thigh.

He shoved me up against my desk and began hastily unbuttoning my shirt. I let my head hang backward as I felt his hands encompass me, and prepared for an hour completely free of worry, concern, and most of all, business.