The Contract for his Pleasure

Juvia I dread Mondays. The first day of work for the mailmen. The ones that seem to memorize my address. To bring me what I hate most of all. Bills. Lots of them. From credit card bills to my mother's hospital bill. Even my dad's funeral bill was still outstanding. I was broke, broke like glass. I glance through the window and braced myself. Here he comes whistling to his merry tune. The bills were just smiling at me through his bag. With jobs scarce and opportunities rare my life was sinking. And my love life. Funny you should ask. When I asked my boyfriend if I could move in with him he told me that his mother would not allow him to bring a woman home. So that boat sank. As I waited for my bills to arrive I glance through the newspaper. As I scanned through I saw a company ad for a new personal secretary. I couldn't believe it. Either it's my lucky day or this was a sham. But I'm talking about my chances. I glanced at the clock and it was only 5:00. I quickly emailed them and sent them my résumé and bank statements. But so many negative figures and lack of zeros I doubt it would help. I paced the room eagerly as I waited for a response. Twenty minutes later I received the message with my interview date. It was today at 8 o'clock. I Hurriedly got ready. I wore a sharp looking pencil skirt and a white long-sleeved silk button blouse which I had prepared for months for an occasion just like this. I applied some face powder and some lip gloss. With a pair of black pumps and my hair pulled into a bun I grabbed my purse which had the last $10 in my name and left the apartment. I took a cab to the Main office and waited to be interviewed. At 9 o'clock my name was called and I was instructed to go to the office. As I entered the room I was almost knocked out my heels at this man's beauty. With black hair, brown eyes and the sexiest lips I ever saw this man was exquisite. He stood with his back towards me. With broad shoulders and his muscle bulking up in his shirt. His sun-kissed skin glistened like gold. I could only see his reflection through the glass and his dark devilish eyes were boring holes through me. As if he was undressing me with his eyes. "G..good morning. " "What's your name?!" What a way to start the interview. "Name? My name is juvia. " I replied "Juvia what? " he replied not looking. "Juvia Baxter. " "Can you make coffee? " he asked. "Y... Yes sir! " such a voice, So smooth and so hypnotic. "Then make me a cup, " he commanded in a firm voice and pointed to a little room which had the supplies. I quickly made him a cup of strong coffee. And brought it to him. As he turned to collect the coffee my nerves malfunctioned. And the cup slipped from my hand, he quickly trapped the cup but all its content had already spilled onto my skirt and my lap. "Geez! How clumsy can you be?" He asked as the slight shock that I saw on his face disappeared and he watches me frantically brushing the hot fluid from my legs. "I'm so sorry sir." "Are you okay?" He asked as he quickly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started to wipe the coffee off my legs. His touch was electrifying and slightly frightening. There was nothing professional about his touch. "What are you doing?" I asked as he continued to wipe the hot fluid from my lap. "Helping you." "I can do it myself." His touch was dangerous. I guess he felt it too since he stopped, handed me the handkerchief and just stood there with the cup in his right hand the other in his pocket. "Yes, sir. " I said quickly even though I felt scorched. And a slight disappointment that my interview started so horrible and that I just blew a chance to tell my bills to kiss my ass and to get lost. "Good. Now make me another and don't spill it this time. " "As you wish sir. "I replied I repeated the process again and this time carefully brought the coffee to him on wobbly legs. "Have a seat, " he said as he looked intensely at me as if to size me up. And took a sip of his coffee and shifted his gaze to my résumé. "Thank you," I replied and I sat and crossed my legs but he sat there staring holes into me. Watching my every move, not missing a single motion. "By the looks of it your bank account is really low and I'm being generous." He stated as he held his head down to read the rest of my résumé. "I know. And as soon as I start working it will be slightly higher." "I'm not done talking." He replied. Arrogant much? "I'm sorry. " "Slightly higher? " "Yes, sir." "I'm so sorry to inform you that the position had already been filled. " "Please, I really need a job?" "How badly?" The way he asked the question sounded dangerous. "I'm desperate," I replied as I broke his eye gaze. It was the truth I was terribly desperately. If I go one more day without a job my bills are going to sing me lullabies and then give me nightmares. "I have a proposal for you. " and with that, my heart began to pound. "Proposal?" I asked "I want you to become my personal secretary." He said and his tone made my lips parched and throat dry. "That's why I'm here ." And I became uneasy at how he intensely he watched as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I straightened and adjusted my posture in the chair. His gaze left some uneasiness in me and cause me to fear his gaze, even more, his touch. "Have a look at the contract," he said. I crossed my legs as I keenly read the contract. The fine prints included. To my surprise, I understood what was meant by a personal secretary. I didn't even know that a job like this was called so professionally. Be present whenever called whatever time it may be. Follow all instructions. Don't date anyone else. Should be ready at anytime and anywhere. He wanted me to become his own personal w***e!!!