Disclaimer:Stephanie Meyer created the twilight universe. The following story is in use of her property not intending to set flames.
19/01/2014
Everything remained normal the next day in the office
And the next.
In fact, everything was normal in the office for the rest of the week. At least in the light of the relationship between Mr Masen and I; Mr Masen called me Swan or Miss Swan, I called him Mr Masen or sir; my days started roughly around half past seven am in the office, Mr Masen's days started at quarter past eight on the dot; Mr Masen nodded professionally at me every time we were in the same room or corridor, I replied with a single professional nod; Mr Masen gave out orders, I executed the orders or directed them towards the correct department; I managed Mr Masen's bookings, phone calls, accounts, appointments, letters, contracts, notes, meetings, errands and his schedule. Not to mention- Mr Masen's coffees and refreshments.
I was an efficient secretary and fast becoming a proactive personal assistant- though running Mr Masen's personal errands and managing his schedule was not what he hired me for at the beginning of our working relationship.
Years ago when I was first hired, I dealt exclusively with the administrative aspects of Mr Masen's business, but as time went by I helped with a few errands and favours; eventually my current work description can be loosely broadened into the personal assistant category. It didn't bother me to add the extra effort into helping him with his organisation- the pay had been the same but he was paying my salary with more than enough to compensate.
During that work week, there were more tasks to be completed owing to the fact that Mr Masen was closing in on the deal to buying out an airline company. For Masen Corps these takeovers happened a few times a year whether or not Mr Masen led the project, the inside of the company was chaotic with work but it was a normal occurrence- nothing that has not been handled before.
Outside of the company, the takeover was generating newspaper reports, broadcasted reports, forum debates and a whole load of attention. No matter how ethically Masen Corps had handled previous takeovers, there's always debate about job security, environmental problems, concerns over new management, how the stock market will turn out, news about the families which co managed the company and a heap of other topics which apparently concerned the takeover.
In the end, everything will be okay and the deal will be sealed with signatures from the big bosses, including my own and a friendly aloof handshake. Some people's lives will benefit from the deal, some might not. In the end Masen Corps always employed the moral approach in trying to secure the benefits for others affected by the takeover whilst maintaining financial advantages.
The insecurity and adrenaline coming from the takeover had somewhat mirrored Mr Masen's proposition inside my head. I wanted the best of it; but was scared that it would backfire, bite me and leave me with bruises and wounds. When we enter into the sexual relationship things would become complicated when pleasure is mixed with business, or where they knit together, we would both need to work hard to make it play out how we desired.
Challenging but oh so satisfying in the end when we both gotten what we want.
Sometime during the week I found out that I'd missed out most of the details in the takeover project, mainly because I had been distracted at work way back when I started to worry over my rent and working at the Volturi's.
The documentation I'd accidently leaked into the company network had somehow been copied and leaked. There was major price to be paid for my unintended mistake- literally.
Mr Masen hadn't been furious at me- he'd kept quiet about the whole ordeal and hadn't informed me of the consequence of my careless mistake. I found out when I came across the amended contract.
...the original agreed sum of seventeen hundred million US dollars will hereby amend to twenty hundred million US dollars...under the violation of the privacy clause 5.2...breached...leaked documentation...
In the moment of realization of what had happened, mortification enclosed me and I felt utterly guilty for my fault in the matter. Ever since I'd been mature enough to appreciate the responsibilities of becoming an adult, I'd always strived for the best, always disciplined to do the right thing the correct way. In this case, I'd majorly damaged the financial interest of the company and my personal excuse for my error was far too pathetic to justify my action and to earn my keep in the company.
Yet, he hadn't mentioned a word about it. The came about of the amended contract in my hands was purely by chance -as he oversaw the task himself- but a colleague from the legal team came to me for final confirmation. That was when I first learnt about the costly outcome of my mistake.
That had me thinking. I'd done something unintentionally, completely and utterly unaware of the consequence of my choice and decisions. Things would always end badly. Every situation I put myself in, Mr Masen, the company and the people around us may end up being burned because of my mistakes.
You'll just have to take the risk and see where it leads you. I convinced myself. With a heavy burden on my shoulders, I started my weekend.
I brought work home from the office to help relief my workload from the week and to prevent it going into next week's work. During a moment of break in between work, I encouraged myself to plough through the piles of files, reasoning that the money Mr Masen had paid me for those two nights were not for my sexual performance. My efforts and dedication in that weekend will, in the end, equal to the money he gave me for the nights. In other words, the money was now not for sex, but for the effort I'm putting into working for the company.
I allowed myself a moment to think that the money he'd paid me for the two nights were going into my efforts into managing his business better. Our sexual encounters were just the fun on the side.
After the relaxing but productive weekend, I was feeling evermore energized and gained even more confidence as a competent secretary. Especially when I'd confirmed with correspondences to ensure and triple check that every single of Mr Masen's instructions were received and has been or would be executed as he directed. It did well to gain my confidence back after finding out about the amended contract.
I also figured that my confidence at work had started to scratch away from the surface when I started to worry about how to pay my parent's bills with the NHS.
The way the system worked, since my parents had been in a vegetable coma state for a year and a half and showed no signs of ever waking up, I was left with the decision to either switch off the life support machines or to pay to keep the machines working. Of course I chose the latter, but the unfortunate thing was that there were the two of them and just the one of me.
Soon enough the bills came and money were out of the bank account, eventually the payments used up the numbers in my savings account and I was behind with bills and payments but that was on my end- I'd never allowed the payments for my adopted parent's coma care to be behind.
It was a few years process and I guess I'd gradually started making mistakes due to stress and anxiety on my finance situation and work got sloppy. Looking back now, it was a wonder why Mr Masen hadn't fired me already.
Those few days and the weekend had managed to wake me up to so much. If anything, I felt that I'd learned another important life lesson.
Somehow I was rediscovering myself through this threshold of moral debate on whether to sell my body or not. I knew that if I agreed to the arrangement, things would become better- some side effects were inevitable but I was sure that there were ways to minimise those and avoid them even. With that thought, my weekend ended with my decision leaning toward agreeing to the arrangement.
Despite so, there existed a voice at the back of my mind, telling me that it would be a bad idea.
The following week at work, Mr Masen laid something on my desk for each day.
Monday it was his physical health report... He was clean, never diagnosed with any sexual transmitted disease.
Tuesday was a bunch of roses...They were the darkest shade of red, bordering black-they laid proudly on my desk
Wednesday was a picnic basket... Inside there were a world selection of food; olives, cheeses, breads, spreads, European deserts, oriental deserts, all of them looking too good to be eaten.
Thursday was a CD...Debussy.
Friday there was nothing, or rather, it was Ms Masen himself.
Late Friday morning just before lunch Mr Masen finally signed the contract with the airline company. Before then, the company had an air of anxiety like always before a buying out was successful. Everyone in the boardroom held their breath before the last signature- Mr Masen's- was complete and once that moment have arrived everyone let out their breath like it was part of a good luck charm or something just as superstitious.
Once the news that the purchase was complete was spread across the company, it was imaginable that every employee were throwing the papers in their hands in the air like high school seniors and college graduates for the relief of carrying out a successful project.
And with that, everyone went to lunch in a good mood.
Mr Masen and I stayed in the office, munching on takeout sandwiches and worked for the duration of our lunch.
He was concentrated on whatever he'd normally worked on and I finalized all of the documents from the morning; filing them and sending out relevant letters and making phone calls. He was inside his office and I was at my desk outside of his room.
Then, when lunch time ended, he walked out of his office. He was dressed finely in his tailored pants, a light blue shirt with contrasting white collar tucked neatly inside his waistcoat, the material of his pants and waist coat matched. He'd adjusted the cuff links in his left wrist and I spotted one of his favourite - or one of his favourites to wear- Rolex hanging nicely on the end of his right wrist. He looked up and searched for me, when his eyes landed on my eyes he gave me a nod and greeted me.
"Swan, can you join me in my round around the company? I'm going to give a little speech." He announced and came over to my desk.
His slender fingers gently touched the end of my table and stayed there.
I knew that he knew that my eyes were trained on his beautiful digits.
I swallowed and nodded my head.
"Yes sir."
"Good girl." He said in a whisper.
The tips of his fingers gently moved across the desk and coming in close proximity with where I had both my hands holding onto the table in effort to stable my pumping heart and elicit body.
Swiftly his left hand covered one of my right and he lifted me and my body from the chair in one move.
"Come." He guided us to the elevators with my hand in his.
I followed like a gullible sheep.
His back was to my eyes so I couldn't observe his face, but I spotted that his unruly bronze locks were artfully styled despite it being just after midday and his butt was spectacular- and those powerful legs.
I remembered the muscles under my calves when I had my legs wrapped around him.
Oh bloody 'ell.
Get a grip on yourself! I mentally shook my head and physically straightened out my spine, if possible, because every time I was in his presence after the shift in our 'working' nature I felt tense and rigid.
It was prettying ridiculous considering the fact that I was hardly like that around my boss before his sexual proposal. I was attracted to him like any sane women, but my emotions were reigned in and I was composed and professional- every bit like a good focused secretary. Now my boss had taken that ability away from me.
Just before we went inside the elevator, he released my hand and went ahead into the metal box and I followed quickly, once in he reached for the button to the bottom floor and pressed on it. We stepped back to the back of the elevator and whilst he leaned on the elevator's wall, I stood beside him rigidly with my hands together in front of me, my face of grim possibly showing its grace.
"How far are you away from finishing today's work Swan?" He asked and stared ahead towards the slid-able doors.
"I have a few more files sir, along with a few urgent correspondences which I need to reply on your behalf. It can't wait until the weekend, but they shouldn't take me long and I should finish at about home time."
My head ran through a mental list of tasks which I have completed and a list of work I have yet to complete.
"Very good." Mr Masen nodded his head.
It was tempting to bite into my bottom lips as I wondered why he would want to know.
He proceeded to small talk until we got to the bottom floor and entered into the first department on the left.
He was telling me a little about the appointment he first been to for the airline company, with his honey smooth voice, it'd gotten people's attention in no time at all.
When he was sure the room was quiet and at his command, he started a little speech.
"Hello everyone, as you may know we have closed an important deal today. Thank you very much for your hard work these few months, for your attention to detail, your dedication..."
His voice was humming with enthusiasm and gratitude, it became hard after a while to follow through his words and I stood there quietly and listened to him.
"...With that said, I think a good weekend is overdue. So if you finish your main task today, consider this an early weekend for you, you are free to leave work everybody. Well done."
Everyone cheered and Mr Masen applauded his audience.
Soon we made our way up each level and Mr Masen continued his delivery of good news.
When we finally made it back to our floor, he ordered me into his room.
"So I've sent everyone on an early weekend, but I'll be working a little longer. Care to keep me company Ms Swan?"
I hesitated a moment, my thoughts lingering to the pile of work on my desk just outside this wall between his closed office and my open office.
But you don't reject your boss, sweetheart. My annoying monologue told me.
Guess there weren't many choices to choose from then.
"Yes sir." Suddenly I was back being the timid little sheep.
"Wonderful. Come closer to me."
I nodded and made my way toward him, standing next to his chair.
"Put your head on my knee, take a nap if you want."
Gently, like a frightened kitten I laid my head on the closest thigh next to me and put one of my hands in front of me, my finger tips enjoying the warmth from his inner thigh.
I closed my eyes and focused on a rhythmatic breathing pattern, slowly soaking in his scent, warmth and sounds.
It became mind-numbing after Mr Masen had finished performing his administrative tasks, alternating between typing away on his keyboard, writing on paper and making two phone calls. I stayed put, enduring the hours until there was a kink on my neck and excused myself for the toilet.
Inside the comforts of the female lavatory I relieved myself and took my sweet time in flushing the toilet and washing my hands and all. I fanned myself to calm my flushing skin and dabbed some cooling water on my neck, taking care to make sure my clothes stayed dry.
In the mirror, I looked at myself to see if there were any imperfections on my face after the toll of the day.
Luckily my makeup didn't run or cake up in specific areas- only my lips had lost the colour I applied early in the morning. I wondered what sort of lip colour Mr Masen preferred.
Righting my shirt and pencil skirt combination and I headed back to Mr Masen's office.
Looking at my desk on my way to Mr Masen's door I could see a few files still lying around and I was desperate to get them completed before the weekend. Despite my positive performance last week, a repetition of the same gig of taking work home for the weekend would just suggest that my work was not as efficient as it used to be. If only he would let me get on with my work instead of wasting time with my head on his lap for the last hour or two I was positive that all of those files would have been done and dusted and I would have been ready for home half an hour ago.
I did enjoy the atmosphere, the warmth around him, the touches and all, but I wanted to get work done.
Knocking on his door gently and without his reply I re-entered his room.
Now that the skies have darkened, he had switched on his desk light and it became the only illumination within the room.
His chair was turned around so that he could face the open window in his seat.
"Sir it's getting late. As much as I like the time spent on your knee, can I get back to work?" I asked.
He turned around in his desk and smiled.
"Would you mind fetching me a drink Swan?" He gestured to his drinks selection in the corner of the room.
"Yes sir, what can I get you?"
"Whatever you chose Miss Swan, I don't mind." I heard his voice say as I turned to reach the alcohol.
I took the first fancy bottle on the pouring table and made a glass of neat beverage for him.
"Would you like some ice, Sir?"
"No, that will do. Thank you Ms Swan."
He accepted my drink and looked at me through his lashes.
The way his Adam's apple bobbed was distracting.
"Apologies for taking your time off your work, you can leave the rest for next week if they are not urgent."
"It's okay." I was tempted to give a shrug but refrained as it was not professional to do so. "I should have it all completed by an hour."
"Very good."
He finished the drink and laid the glass on the top of his desk. I collected the glass on my way out of his office and went to wash it up in the tea room. Once it was clean and dried I left it on the side and decided to place it back to its space in next Monday before Mr Masen was due in the office.
I returned to my desk and picked up what I was doing before Mr Masen ordered me through the intercom.
"Ms Swan, I want you to come into my office before you leave for the weekend."
When everything was finished I huffed out a breath and knocked on his door.
If only he could stop spontaneously calling me into his office to sit my head on his thigh -like a little lap dog- I would have been so much more less irritant when I re-entered his office.
I quickly opened the door and almost stormed inside the room, only stopping when I spotted him standing there with a smirk.
He stalked over me in fluid, lithe-like strides, mischief in his eyes and a slight grin on his face.
"Mr Masen? Sir?" I almost squeaked and his warm hands came to cup my face.
His eyes bared into mine for a moment, almost like he was examining me.
"I've been tempting you the whole week; the promise of a safe sex experience..."-the health report-"the notion of a romantic experience..."-the roses-"the chance to explore the world..."-the picnic basket-"the appreciation for the arts..."-the CD-"and what do you think is the final temptation?"
I gulped and waited.
"Seduction, I believe, is long overdue." He smirked.
He pushed my hair over my shoulders and brought his head forward, burying his nose into my collarbones and inhaled. He pulled back and exhaled.
He brought his head forward again, this time he placed kisses from my neck down to my collar bone and to the area of my chest where my shirt hadn't been able to cover, coming close to the valley of my breasts.
I buckled.
He pulled back again and reassessed the situation.
"Let's get you against the wall, shall we?" He smiled and guided me backwards until we gently collided against the wall next to his door.
"Have you been thinking about us since you've left me on that hotel bed?"
"Yes." My breath was hoarse with longing.
"Have you thought back to that night when I used my tongue here..." His thumbs pressed against my nipples, covered by my bra and shirt and made their way south, curving into the shape of my waist onto the swell of my hips behind my rear. "here..." One of his fingers grazed along the middle of my two globes.
I shivered; hesitantly I placed my hands on his arms to steady myself. Remembering the wetness and the tingles his tongue brought that night.
He moved his hips towards my hips, sandwiching me to the wall more tightly.
"And your hot, warm kitty." He purred softly, inhaling my hair with his head next to mine.
I allowed my head to turn and immediately captured his lips.
He smiled against my bravery; one of his hands cupped the side of my face whilst the other one remain on my rear to press my groin to his.
My hands tightened on his arms as I lapped up every bit of attention he was willing to offer me. My submission to his commanding pull was both voluntary and involuntary.
I knew I would agree to his terms eventually.
He knew before we even spent that first night together. All of this was to draw me in and to convince me what he knew.