Kaiser's office building was downtown, and between traffic and finding parking, it was
11:58 a.m. by the time she burst through the main doors of the skyscraper to ask where she
could find his office at the front desk. It wasn't until that moment, with the security
guard staring at her bare legs, that she realized she was still dressed for the beach in
shorts and a t-shirt.
"What floor?" the woman in the pinstriped suit with the short dark bob asked as Heidi
slipped onto the elevator.
"Forty-eight," she murmured, still out of breath.
The numbers seemed to take forever to tick by, people getting on, getting off, and every
time she looked at her watch, another minute had passed. By the time the elevator opened
at her floor, it was 12:05 p.m. No one got off with her, and as the doors closed behind
her, she looked around for a receptionist, but there was no one at the desk.
She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder—to her left was a closed door, and to her right
was a hallway. As she stood, shifting from foot to foot and considering, the door to her
left opened, revealing Mr. Kaiser looking at his watch.
"Five minutes late, Heidi." He waved her in. "Come in, please. Take a seat." Her belly
did a little flip as she brushed by him, putting her backpack on the floor at her feet as
she sat in one of the leather, wing-backed chairs facing his desk.
"I'm sorry." She was still a little breathless as he shut the door and sat across from
her. "Lenny didn't give me your note until this morning." Digging into her pocket, she
pulled out the folded paper and held it out to him—her invitation to be here. He just
leaned back, tenting his fingers, looking at the note, and eventually she let it flutter
to the desk, clasping her quivering hands in her lap.
"Do you know why I asked you here?"
She shook her head, feeling her ass clenched in the chair, her thighs damp and sticking
to the leather.
He frowned. "When you answer me, Heidi, I would appreciate either a spoken ‘yes' or ‘no,'
followed by ‘Mr. Kaiser' or 'sir.' Do you think you can comply?"
"Oh." She flushed, nodding, and said, "Yes, sir."
"Now, about the reason I asked you here..." His eyes moved over her face, down to her
outfit, very similar to what she had worn the day before. "It is my general impression
that you don't enjoy your job."
Heidi opened her mouth to deny it and saw him raise his eyebrows, as if he knew what she
meant to say. "Yes... sir. That's true."
He gave a brief nod. "I thought perhaps we might find something better suited to you at
Kaiser." She stared at him, all the breath gone from her body. Was he going to offer her a
job in design?
"Can you type?" he asked, immediately dashing her hopes.
"Yes, sir." She frowned.
He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands and resting his arms on the desk. "You
may have noticed that I don't have an office assistant out front? My last secretary was
with me for eight years, and I have yet to find a replacement for her. It's been several
months, now, and I admit, I'm becoming frustrated and I really do need someone."
Heidi took a deep breath, glancing around the office. "I've never been anyone's
secretary."
He shook his head, smiling. "Irrelevant. You have what I need."
"I... do?" She met his eyes, her breath coming a little faster as she squirmed in her
seat. His eyes were dark, moving over her, and she couldn't help remembering the incident
in the bathroom.
"I need someone who can follow orders." He leaned back in his chair again and she could
see the memory of yesterday in his eyes. "Who would be willing to do whatever I asked. You
showed me yesterday that you are... quite willing."
Heidi swallowed, pressing her damp palms to her shorts. "I'm not sure I know what you
mean?"
"Yes, you do." His eyes were smiling. "I compensate very well. You would be my assistant,
answering my calls, handing my correspondence and taking care of my professional and
personal needs during the day. Would you be interested in such an arrangement?"
It wasn't the promise if money or the poshness of his office, or even the fact that he
was the head of one of the richest fashion companies in the world—it was the way he looked
at her, with nothing concealed or disguised. His eyes saw directly through her, and there
was no smugness in the way it appeared as if he had her figured out, because he had. They
both knew it, and there was only one answer she could give him.
"Yes." She squeezed her hands together, her legs, too. "Sir."
He gave her a nod. "Good. I think we'll both be satisfied with the arrangement."
Opening the top drawer of his desk, he withdrew a large white envelope and slid it across
the blotter. Heidi didn't know if she should take it or not, so she kept her hands
clasped, just looking from him to the envelope.
"This contains general information about Kaiser, which you have already, of course, since
you are essentially already in my employ," he explained. "There is also a contract and
information about duties as well as your salary and benefits."
She nodded, looking at his hand, the buffed, square nails, resting on the stark envelope.
Her bottom tingled, remembering how red his palm had been after he spanked her. Shifting
in her seat, she crossed one knee over the other, trying to make herself more comfortable
with the yearning ache between her legs.
"If, for some reason, you read those over and change your mind..." He nodded toward the
envelope. "You simply need to tell me, and you will consequently stay in your current
position."
"I can't imagine why I would object."
"No." He smiled. "I don't imagine you will. In spite of the apparent haste of my offer, I
actually choose my assistants quite carefully."
Standing, he leaned his palms on the desk blotter, his eyes moving down the front of her
t-shirt, looking at her hands in her lap. "Now, there is just the matter of your
tardiness."
Her heart leapt and she met his eyes, feeling faint. "My... tardiness?"
Mr. Kaiser reached underneath the desk and Heidi heard the door behind her lock. The
sound made her mouth go dry.
"One of the things that I cannot abide is lateness." He reached down and unbuckled his
belt. She felt faint as she watched it slipping through the loops of his pants. "And you
will find that I am quite unorthodox in my methods of discipline."
He snapped the belt in his hands and she jumped, gasping, her hand going to her throat as
she stared at him. Doubling it over, he slapped it against his palm, the belt whistling
and then smacking his flesh. Heidi sat and wondered how much it would sting and she
wiggled her bottom against the chair.
"It's a Vincente." He gave her a small smile. "Italian. Calf-skin, medium weight. Makes a
nice sound, doesn't it?" She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, all she could seem to do
was stare at the belt in his hands as her whole body flushed with a trembling heat.
"Heidi?" He cocked his head, reminding her. "I asked you a question."
"Yes, sir." She drew a shaky breath.
"Come here," he instructed, and she recognized the tone immediately and obeyed, moving
around to his side of the desk, amazed that her legs were holding her weight at all given
how much they were shaking.
"You remember this?" He tilted her chin up and she met his eyes, nodding. "Everything
pulled down and bend over, please."
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