Devouring the Love of the Secretary

"35-inch bust, 36-inch hips, 23-inch waist—you're a bit too thin. A 25-inch waist would be perfect. I'm afraid I might break your waist in my hands." In her entire life, Irin never thought, never dreamed, that she would stand there, letting a stranger inspect her body like this. The deep voice kept commenting on her measurements, and the light-colored eyes seemed to strip her bare, as if her clothes were just in the way for him. She stood still, letting him look as much as he wanted. Well, after all that staring, he better choose her! "I choose you." It was like a voice from heaven. Irin almost broke into tears, relieved that all the staring hadn't been in vain. At least she would get the job. At least she would get paid. "When can you start?" "Uh... I think in two weeks—" "Too late. I'll give you two days. You said you've been a secretary for two years, so you shouldn't need much preparation, right?" "What?!" Two days? How could that be? Sure, she had experience as a secretary, but the job she was being hired for wasn’t just about being a secretary. And her experience in that department? Zero. "Two days. I want to see you at my office and on my bed, Miss Irin."