A/N Sex scene below. Not for the littlies.

Due to popular demand, which was really surprising to me (this is my first POTO fan fiction, I usually write originals), ERIC will now be spelled ERIK. I did not realise this was such a big issue, and I don't think changing a 'c' to a 'k' is really any skin off my back, or detrimental to the story.

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Erik heard footfalls on the carpet, but didn't move.

"You're late!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, sir, the traffic was terrible." The voice was young, soft and sweet. He was gradually becoming aware of a perfume filling the air, like roses, and he strangely felt himself calming.

Pulling his arms away from his face, he swung his legs off the desk and turned to face her.

"Firstly, where's my damn co-"

His first sight was a coffee cup under his nose.

"Here's your coffee… sir…"

His second sight was a shocked face

Christine had known that their enigmatic boss wore a mask, but given the stories circulating about him she had never given it much thought. Now she saw a white mask, seemingly porcelain, covering nearly the entire left side of his face.

He sighed in frustration. Here was another damn woman who was going to be too damn scared of him to do her damn job properly.

"You. What's your name?"

"Chr- Christine Daae, sir."

"Ok, Daae. I'm a busy man, and from the look on your face I'm also a scary man, so it's probably best if you don't keep me waiting, so what do you plan to-"

Christine recovered and cut him off.

"I lined out your schedule for you-" she placed it on the desk before him, not daring to place it in his hand, "so that we don't have any double ups. I'm going to call the four meetings to confirm, they're all being held within the CBD so travelling time shouldn't be an issue. I've also given us a 30 minute block on either side of each meeting so we have time for overruns, but you do have a very busy day, so I suggest that if the people you're meeting with try to run over- and looking at the names they might- you just wrap it up quick smart. Will there be anything else, sir?"

Erik had been momentarily stunned by the beauty before him, and as she efficiently reeled off what had done and planned to do to get his day in order, he sat slightly agape. His other assistants had been older, and afraid of his wrath, but this gorgeous young creature was looking at him with eyes fully recovered from the shock of his mask, and that told him she wasn't going to let him push her around.

He found his voice.

"Yes, yes, good. But you seem to have forgotten the catering, it's important these things have drinks and fruit or sandwiches or something."

"Of course, sir. Enjoy your coffee and relax for the next 30 minutes, I'll organise it so the driver will meet us for your first meeting in 40 minutes, and we'll be there for the start of your first meeting with 30 minutes to spare as planned."

With that, she turned smartly on her heel, headed into her small office and picked up the phone.

***

Erik was in a mild state of shock. His first thought centred around the marketing and sales department hiding this girl from him- a waste of a department as it is, my products market themselves on name alone, he thought scornfully.

His second was that it amazed him the little wench had dared to tell him to relax in his own office.

The third was that it was going to be extremely difficult to work with her. Already her perfume had beguiled him, lingering in the air, and reminding him of her rather perfect figure. He pinched his thigh sharply. There was no way he could work with her, without imagining running his hands up her stockings, hooking into the tops and pulling them slowly down…

But after the display she just pulled, there was no way he was going to let her go.

He stretched again, starting in shock as his pants seemed a little tighter than usual. Glancing down, he cursed his erection and made sure he wasn't visible from his little assistant's office. He did have 30 minutes to make it go away, after all.

***

Christine sat nervously beside her new boss. Although there was a seat between them, she knew that the meetings of the day had not gone well, and with so little space she was feeling a little unsafe.

The car pulled up at the office and two men were instantly at the doors, holding them open for them.

Stalking silently, he reached the elevator and waited impatiently for her to slip in the security card in the slot and take them up to his office. It was late evening, and Christine was exhausted.

Erik walked toward his office. All day he hadn't been able to concentrate because he'd been looking at that perfectly formed arse, and perfectly sized breasts, and the effort of hiding his arousal all day had caused him to be more arrogant than usual.

"Call my masseuse," he barked at her. "I want her here in 30 minutes, understood?"

Christine nodded wearily, and with a click of a button opened her predecessor's contact list. She scrolled through the list, found the number, and dialled. To her surprise, it seemed a direct line, and to her relief a woman walked through the door, escorted by security, with 10 minutes to spare. She nodded to the guard, and knocked on Erik's door.

"You, get to work."

Christine hesitated. "Will there be anything else you need before I head off, sir?"

A wicked thought ran through his mind; will there indeed?

But then the masseuse's wonderful hands started their magic and he merely grunted.

"Alright. Have a lovely evening, sir."

Another grunt.

Christine backed out. "Ok, then," she muttered mutinously to herself as she collected her things. "You're welcome."

Glancing back to his office, she felt that one piercing stab of pity pass through her, as she saw once again the lonely and vulnerable man. Then she remembered he had not said so much as thankyou all day, so it was to her relief that she handed her security pass to the guard and headed to the company car.

Erik was lost in thoughts, running his meetings through his head for the day. He would have a lot of ground to catch up on. Christine was a problem he wasn't sure how to address. Being in a state of arousal all day had done nothing for his temper, and now he found the masseuse's hands were doing nothing for either his temper or the growing ache between his thighs.

"You're done," he said raggedly, pushing her away. Not stopping to ask questions, she turned and walked out. The second he heard the lift doors slide shut, he reached almost feverishly for his belt.

Pushing down his pants and his briefs, he made sure tissues were handy before wrapping his fingers around his shaft. He shut his eyes and thrust into his hand. He bit his lip and teased himself. Visualising his assistant, he thrust harder, imagining the moment he would make her his. He would tempt her, causing her to tremble, finally surrendering and coming apart in his arms…

He groaned deep in his chest, the thought of Christine in the throes of passion was enough to push him to the edge.

"… mmm…. AH!" he cried out loudly, spasming in his hand. After a moment, he had regained enough sense to reach for the tissues beside his desk, noting as he did that he had managed not to stain his expensive Italian suit.

The little minx had caused an unprecedented reaction in him, and he was damned if he'd let it beat him. She would be his.

R& R, as always! Kudos to Zareka for first review, and thankyou MarieVance, I'm proud to be your first POTO fiction, youre very sweet! :)