Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’d only been an intern at his office for two weeks, but it didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t safe. They say if you want to be successful, you must surround yourself with successful people. Well, Mr. Z is the most successful person I know. I ached to be close to him, to learn from him, but my skin prickles with awareness when he’s around, like the sixth sense of prey around a predator. My body knows he’s powerful and dangerous.
I can feel his gaze on me anytime he enters a room. With one glance, he strips me bare, as if I’m not even wearing the conservative, knee-length dresses and pantyhose. His attention makes me feel like a wanton slut even when fully dressed, so I’ve tried to avoid him. Good girls wouldn’t feel those things, especially not at the office, and I’m a good girl. I’m only here to learn from him and to become successful.
