She thinks she’s up for a promotion to manager, but I have a different kind of promotion in mind.
When I’m offered a special promotion with a pay increase that can clear up all my debts, I barely think twice before accepting. Being a billionaire’s personal assistant can’t possibly be that difficult, can it?
Except my boss doesn’t just expect me to make him coffee. Ignoring my strictly religious background, it’s like every day is a game to him to see how far he can push my limits before I quit.
Xan Sanderlin is a complete pervert—a sinfully handsome pervert with an amazing body that he likes to tempt me with. I’m convinced that he’s the devil incarnate. He threatens to fire me if I don’t obey his every command. He punishes me for things that no rational woman would endure. And despite all my resolve to remain pure, I’m starting to cave.
A girl can only handle so many sexy glances and seductive whispers. And when he puts his hands on me…I fear that my soul is lost.
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“Hm? Oh, yes sir?” I look over at him.
“Mister Sanderlin has asked to see you in his office.” He's still holding the desk phone receiver in his hand as if he's just as shocked to be delivering the news to me as I am to be receiving it.
“Me?” I point to myself stupidly. It's not like there's another Christiana on the entire production floor.
Does Mister Sanderlin even have an office here? I think to myself before my manager offers to escort me.
“I wonder what he wants,” I say absentmindedly as we take the elevator up to a floor I've never been on before.
“I don't know.”
There's a hallway lined with offices. We stop at the very end. There's no placard on the door to indicate who is inside, but when my manager knocks, the question is quickly answered.
The door opens, and everything I felt earlier that I tried to stifle down is brought back to the surface. I can barely meet Xander's gaze before he thanks my manager for bringing me and then dismisses him back to the production floor.
“Come in.” He holds the door open for me.
I clasp my hands in front of me, taking apprehensive steps into the massive office that's empty of everything except for a desk and a few chairs. It's obvious that this is a spare office. There are no pictures on the walls. No papers on the desk to make it look used. There's not even a computer. The plainness of it should make me feel right at home. But instead, it just makes me feel vulnerable.
“Did I do something wrong?” I trail him with my eyes as he rounds the desk to sit.
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