I look down at the beautiful eyes and luscious curves of my new assistant, who is obvious quite curious about the fact that we passed each other on Fourth Street yesterday. Albuquerque is a small city. It’s not at all out of the realm of possibilities that I would pass her on my way into work.

It also just so happens that I set it up that way. I did, in fact, have to come into the office and get some work done. But I made sure to come in when I figured Grace would be driving home from church. I’d seen on her resume that she attended St. Benedict’s. It just so happened to be on my path to the office. I also looked up their church services and called to find out how long they usually last, so I knew about what time she’d be heading home.

As soon as I’d looked up Grace online, I’d known she was the assistant for me. I am a man of demanding proclivities. I make sure to choose lovers who will be discreet, obedient and compliant. In addition to absolute knock outs, which I knew from her Facebook page—even though there were only a couple photos of her, in modest clothing—that Grace was. From her good girl resume, Grace seemed to have all the personality traits I require.

I just wanted to make sure it all checked out; that she wasn’t painting a false picture. If she was really the girl she said she was, she would be driving home right then. If so, I’d see whether she might be interested in a relationship beyond that of boss/employee that might satisfy both of us temporarily—I never, ever fall in love. Not since the only time I ever had, which hadn’t worked out well at all. And if not, then she could just be my assistant. It was just my luck that she really was driving home right at that time.

I had gone home and pleasured myself, thinking of her innocent looking yet curious face staring out at me from her car window. She’d obviously liked what she’d seen; she’d smiled at me. I liked how she seemed shy but willing to take risks. I’d stroked my cock while I thought about making her suck on it. I’d cum to the thought of bending her over my desk and having my way with her.

And now here she is, in my office. As a bonus, she seems pleased that it was me she had seen yesterday. Apparently she liked the idea of me, too. Things could work out well for us, as long as—I couldn’t help but think, looking at her delicate facial features and the curve of her breasts—I don’t let myself get too used to the idea.

One of the things I like about just moving to this city and merging my practice with this one is that I’m anonymous. No one knows my predilections, my tastes, my habit of keeping a certain pet for a while before moving onto the next. Even though I always aim to be discreet, word does get out—and apparently Brett had heard some rumblings, or just correctly assumes certain things about me—but here it was mostly a blank slate.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door frame.

“Mr. Ashdown?” Monique asks, causing me to scowl. Remembering to be nice, I correct my facial expression with a smile. Just when things were getting fun, Monique has to come be all official.

“Yes,” I tell her. “Grace, this is Monique, our office manager.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says, and they shake hands.

“I was just coming to collect you for the start of new assistant orientation,” she says. “Follow me.”

“I’ll come too,” I tell her, but suddenly some of my new partners are at the door. Asher Marks and Cameron Sanchez, two of the firm’s founders, who have told me they have been good friends since childhood, where they were raised on different sides of the tracks, are smiling at me. “Okay, I’ll see you in there,” I tell Monique and Grace.

“Hey,” I tell them, as they take a few steps inside my office.

“You ready for our first real day?” they ask me.

I nod, since I’m ready in more ways than one, and in ways they don’t know. I feel at home with them. Both of them hooked up with their underlings— Asher with an associate lawyer named Madilyn and Cameron, whom some call Ron for short, with his assistant, Ruby. In their case, they ended up marrying them. I wouldn’t do such a thing. But they can’t fault me for having a little fun at the office.

In fact, this firm seems rampant with office affairs. Their other co-founder, Jameson, whom some call Jim, hooked up with one of the receptionists. Garrett Mack, a recent addition to the letterhead, married his assistant, Caroline, whom I just spoke to in the elevator. And the firm’s biggest client, Damien, who owned a toy company and several other business entities, had married another legal assistant named Katie. No one here could judge me for liking to hook up with my assistant, which was one reason I chose this firm.

Mostly, I needed to get the hell out of Maryland. After everything that had happened to me there in my personal life, I’d tried to stick around and make sure my professional life turned out well. But then I decided the best thing to do was start over, somewhere new.

I’d heard from an old law school friend that this firm was expanding significantly. They’d brought in Garrett Mack’s practice and it had been such a big success they decided to merge with more lawyers. My own firm was having some political fighting between the partners, so some of us came out here to merge with Marks and Sanchez, as did some lawyers from other firms.

“I was thinking that once we’re introduced in there, we should let Monique and Carolina take over the training duties, and hit the golf course, to celebrate our new partnership,” Asher says, grinning.

“Awesome,” I tell them, but I can’t help wanting to spend more time getting to know Grace. I know that would be a lame reason to turn down nine holes and a few drinks, though, so I say, “I have some work to get done though.”

“I thought you came in yesterday to take care of that, like we directed you to do,” Cameron says, cocking his head at me knowingly.

“Oh, I get it,” I tell them, shaking my head.

They’d told me I’d be tied up in training of staff all day—which I thought was unusual but some standard for new partners here—and so I should clear my schedule. I’d gotten work for some of my clients out of the way so I could have the day free. It appears it was just a ruse to whisk me off for a celebratory round of golf.

I’m glad my new partners and I are getting along so well. I guess I’ll have to wait to start seducing my new assistant.