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I didn’t know Solomon Royce, but I didn’t like him at all. If he felt I was aroused, out of terrified excitement and nothing more, I knew what would happen. If he felt that, realized it, he would take me right then and there. No matter what I said afterwards, whether I said no or not, he would do with me what he wished. He would deny my pleas and say that I wanted this, say that he could feel how aroused I was, my wet, sloppy cunt. I couldn’t say how I knew it, but I was one-hundred percent certain of this fact.

And so, as my only line of defense, I whimpered, “No. Please, no. Stop.”

His fingers had crept beneath my pantyhose and were a mere inch away from my clit. “What did you say?” he asked. “Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

“Stop this,” I said, louder now, but feeling quieter and meeker than before. “I don’t want this. No. I’m not supposed to do this.”

He removed his hand from my crotch and pushed hard against my chest, lifting himself up and off of me. Then, as if he’d done nothing wrong, he stood up and walked away from the couch. Back turned to me, he went to his table with the stacks of books and began browsing through them.

“Jessika,” he said without looking at me, eyes cast downwards at one of the books. He opened it and began reading to himself. “Go to office F-7 and tell Henry I need to meet with him in an hour. Then head to J-4 and pick up the Alfonse memorandum. Once you’ve brought those here, I want you to call Gelton’s and get me a steak and cheese bomb with a large coffee. Two sugars, one cream, plus a side of sour cream for the sub. Make sure the mushrooms, peppers, and onions are completely cooked before returning.”

I stumbled up and rolled off the couch, launching myself to my feet immediately. I fixed my dress and my jacket and ran out of the room as fast as I could. F-7, J-4, steak and cheese, coffee, I repeated in my head. When I left Solomon’s office, I ran somewhere else so I could write everything down without forgetting it.

I didn’t want to go back there. I didn’t want to do anything for him, either. But the alternatives were worse, in my mind. I wanted to tell Asher, to rush to him and inform him of what his trusted director of public relations was really like, but I knew I couldn’t. My problems, while important to me, were something that Asher couldn’t deal with at the moment. He was busy dealing with issues that could potentially cost him millions of dollars. I felt so horrible, so sick, but I didn’t think my issues were anything compared to possible financial ruin.

I needed to tell him sometime, though. Tonight. Later. After this, once I finished acting as Solomon’s temporary assistant and Asher finished doing what he needed to do for the day. Once Jeremy arrived to drive us home…

No, I reminded myself, it wasn’t my home. Asher’s home. For dinner, with his wife. For…

I didn’t fit in here. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to leave right now, to ask the head receptionist to call Jeremy and have him pick me up and bring me back to my quiet apartment where I could curl up on my couch and read a book and forget any of this had ever happened.

I wanted to do that, but was it fair to Asher? I had to tell him about Solomon, except would he believe me? I thought about it, tried to figure it out. My heels thudded against the carpeted hallway and I made my way towards the elevator that would bring me to the sixth floor and Henry at F-7.



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At the end of the day, I found myself in Solomon Royce’s office, alone. He hadn’t tried anything further after his attempt at forced seduction on his couch, for which I was grateful. Though, to be fair, I hadn’t spent more than a minute in his presence after that, either. Always busy, always moving. I did what he asked and hurried out of his office as fast as I could. Now, though, he’d left, and I was waiting for Asher.

Solomon hadn’t said anything before he left, he just did it. I saw him leaving his office as I was walking down the hallway to get my next task from him. He saw me, gave me a curt nod, then walked away. I had stared after him for awhile, watching him enter the elevator, and when I was certain he’d left I went into his office to wait.

Not on the couch. I didn’t want to go anywhere near his couch. Instead, I waited by his desk. I sat in the office chair facing the window. Not a great view, but the skyline looked nice from here. The setting sun lay somewhere off to the side, but the sky in front of me contained a myriad of oranges and yellows. I stared, thinking, wondering what I should do.#p#分页标题#e#

I decided I couldn’t tell Asher about what happened. Maybe it was a fluke? Some office game? Did they hire strippers for newly returned executives sometimes? I doubted it, but perhaps. Probably not. But, either way, if I told Asher, it would cause issues. Asher needed and trusted Solomon to do good work, and from everything I knew the man had performed well over the years. Also, maybe Solomon had an arrangement with his regular assistant, Daphne? Some sexual agreement? How should I know? If he assumed Daphne primed me on that, and told me what to expect, then that was understandable.