Marvin leads me back to the desk, but he doesn't sit. He moves to the high-backed leather chair and pulls it back, gesturing for me to sit. I look between him and the chair for a second. I am half-undressed, my blouse hanging off my elbows and my skirt bunched at my knees. I sit, slowly, the cool leather drips into the heat radiating between my legs. Then he reaches over and slides a digital recorder across the desk surface.
"I have a very important memo regarding the Sterling merger," he says, his voice flat and professional, though his eyes are burning with a dark, wicked light. "I need you to dictate the initial draft. Now."
What?
"Now?" I whisper, my voice trembling. "Marvin, I can barely breathe."
"Dictate, Iris," he commands. He walks around the side of the chair and sinks to his
