Shameless Desperate Secretary

Hailey is helplessly, hopelessly in love with her boss. She has been holding a torch for him for the past five years and it's ruining her life. She can't look at any of the men she's trying to date without comparing them to Julian and thinking about how her boss is just better in every way. Julian has more kissable lips, broader shoulders, softer hair, varied vocabulary, better manners… the list goes on and on. It certainly doesn't help that he is somehow able to be kind towards her while also not realizing she exists. It's torture.

There's only one thing to do.

She has to distance herself from him, which means she should find a different job. Except she can't bring herself to quit.

So, she comes up with a terrible plan to get herself fired so she can finally move on. First, she goes to a fetish club and finds herself a Dom willing to help her because if her life is going to implode, she might as well do it in the most spectacular way possible. The Dom will help her with shedding her restraints, taking off her clothes one by one until she's surrendering her all to him. He starts her with something simple, taking off her jacket at first, and then her underwear… revealing more and more skin until she is not wearing anything at all.

Things only get more complicated from there.

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“I've made several notes to the ones you've printed last month, Hailey,” he draws her name out. He's in a mood, the kind that electrifies the air and makes her feel… things. She doesn't understand why because he hasn't had to meet with anyone who's capable of raising his hackles that week yet.

She lets her eyes follow the line of her hand where he's gesturing on the filing cabinet, a behemoth of a thing with files that are too sensitive to be stored electronically. It would require bending. She'd have to be careful not to flash him. The thought shouldn't make her blush, shouldn't make heat rush between her legs, but it does.

“Of course, Sir,” she says.

She can feel his eyes on her as she drops to her knees by the table, sliding the cabinet door open so she can search for the file. She remembers printing it out and compiling it in a file for him some time last month, but she doesn't remember what color file she had put it in. It's not one of the projects that would require more than a second's glance and she doesn't understand what Mr. Julian needs it for.

“It might be further back,” he says.

The filing cabinet has a broken latch at the side, which means she'll have to climb in through the adjacent door to get in. He is definitely staring at her now and she allows herself more than a second to consider that he may be admiring her. She chews on her bottom lip and arches her back, knowing that she's putting herself on display like this. It sends a rush through her, a thrill that she hasn't felt in a very long time in his presence. She hasn't allowed herself to feel this way.

She can't see very well with her head stuffed among thick files like this, but she keeps on her hands and knees as she reaches for a while in the back, knowing that when she leans forward a little bit more, her skirt would hike up and he'll be able to see more of her leg, maybe even the fact that she's not wearing any underwear.