Carter's secretary had shown me to my new office when I had gotten there in the morning. Her name was Cindy and she wasn't particularly friendly. I guess I couldn't blame her, though. I had this feeling that she had probably been trying to get a job like this for most of her career and I just showed up and stole it right in front of her eyes. On the one hand, I felt bad about it. At the same time, I couldn't help but beam with excitement.

Still, though, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that it was all just some kind of fluke. Maybe the stars aligned or something. How was it, that just a few days into my career, I was already sitting in a corner office with a great view? I ran my fingers over the surface of my smooth mahogany desk, which wrapped around me in a half circle. The walls of the office were covered in book shelves. I planned on filling them up with books on stocks, bonds, mathematics and maybe even hide a romance novel or two in there for days when I wasn't busy.

This is the beginning of something very, very good, I thought. If nothing else, this office beats the hell out of that tiny cubicle.

I still hadn't seen Carter yet, but I had also gotten to work a little early. I wanted to make the best impression possible. It was only a few minutes, though, before he stepped through the door. My heart did a back flip and my panties nearly melted off of my body as soon as I saw him.

“Good morning,” he said, with a warm smile. “I didn't expect you here so early. Nobody is ever here before me. Besides Cindy of course.”

“I just wanted to get a running start.” I smiled back. “I hope that's okay.”

“Of course,” he said.

His eyes stayed locked with mine for just a moment too long. I glanced down, feeling my face turn warm as I blushed. When I looked back up, he walked toward my desk. He placed his hands down onto the top of it, shifting his weight to one side. When he did, it pulled his slacks tight in just the right way so that I could see a slight bump in the front. The outline of his package became apparent. My face flushed a little with arousal.

“Jane,” he said. “I'm up here.”

I lifted my gaze, and felt a rush of blood seep into my cheeks. He'd just caught me staring.

God, I'm such an idiot, I thought.

Carter chuckled, but didn't comment on it any further. Instead, he began talking business. He spoke quickly, spouting out stock market terms. Most of them I'd heard before, but I jotted down notes as fast as I could so that I could research later. He told me the ins and outs of Winthrow Financial. He explained how much market share the company had and the importance of attention to detail in a business like this.

“A single decimal is all it takes to make or break an entire empire,” he said, his green eyes lighting up. “Most people don't realize that. They paint with broad strokes, thinking that pennies don't matter. Pennies make millionaires, though. Sometimes billionaires.”

I was completely in awe as he paced back and forth in front of my desk. It was like watching some kind of motivational speaker. He was energetic and positive. He carried himself with the kind of charisma that I hadn't ever seen before. There was such confidence in everything he said and every movement he made. I had to wonder if the reason he was like this was because he was rich, or if he was rich because he was like this. Chicken or the egg.

At one point, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. “I've been talking your head off for a while now. I'm guessing you probably want to actually know what your job will be. I want you to look over my investments. I want you to check my numbers and give me your opinion on them.”

My eyes widened. “But Mr. Winthrow, I don't know that I have the experience to tell you what to invest it.”

“Please, Jane, call me Carter,” he said. “The only people who call me Mr. Winthrow are lawyers and I'd like to keep it that way.”

I smirked. “Okay, Carter.”

“As far as your concerns, I think you should put them to the side,” he said. “I have a lot of experience and I won't make an investment unless I really think it will perform. The reason I want to hear your opinions, is so that I can see what you know and teach you what you don't. You have a gift for this stuff, I can feel it.”

My body filled with excitement. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. To learn stocks from one of the best investors in the world? How many girls get a chance like that?

“I'm excited for the challenge,” I said. “Where should I start?”

“I'll send over a few things today,” he replied, locking eyes with me. “We'll go from there. Please come get me if you have any questions at all. My office is right around the corner. However, if the door is closed then just come back a little later. I'm often in online meetings.”

“Okay, that sounds great,” I said. “Thanks, Mr Win- Carter.”

He smiled. “No, thank you, Jane. I've got a really good feeling about you and I don't always feel that way about new hires.”

“I've got a good feeling, too.” As I spoke, I realized that my eyes had once again dropped down his body and were focused on the front of his pants. Luckily, this time I looked away before getting caught.

“We'll touch base later today,” Carter said, spinning around to leave the room. He closed my office door behind him as he left.

My God, that man is hot, I thought, my body still tingling from his presence. I'm starting to see what Maddy was talking about. My panties got wet just being in the same room as him.

Then, out of nowhere and for reasons unknown, my belly cramped and immediately released. It was a similar sensation to the one I had experienced when I saw the mom and her baby at lunch the day before.

Does my body know something that I don't? I asked myself. Is it trying to tell me something?

* * *

I officially had the best job in the world. Each morning, I came in and greeted Cindy. Then I'd quickly check in with Carter, who was always busy on his computer or cell phone, but would take the time to get me briefed for the day. God, did he dress well, too. His suits must have cost two grand each and were tailored to perfection. After staring at him for a little too long, I'd go to my office and get to work. That my was routine and I loved it.

Every few days, Carter would call me in for a meeting to check on how things were going. He told me on several different occasions that he was impressed by the thoroughness of my work. Every day I saw him, I found myself more and more attracted to him. There was a part of me that wished he felt the same way, but I knew that he didn't. I'd seen more than one woman visit him in his office in just a few short weeks. All of them, of course, were much prettier than me. In fact, if I stood next to any one of them, I would have been practically invisible.

Still, though, I couldn't get rid of the feeling inside of me. The constant, nagging feeling that kept Carter on my mind even after I got off of work. I pictured what he looked like under that expensive suit. I imagined tasting his skin, dragging my lips down his front. I thought about what it would feel like to have him press into me, plunging the length of his cock deep inside of me.

Dammit, Jane, no. Stop that shit. You can keep thinking those kind of things about him, I told myself.

The fantasy of being intimate with Carter had infiltrated my mind in the middle of work on a Friday. I crossed my legs as I sat behind my desk. It took everything I had to ignore the throbbing between my thighs. If I had been at home, I probably would have masturbated to the thought. Instead, though, I had to wait and hope that the urge would pass.

I needed a distraction. Since it was almost lunch time, I texted Maddy to see if she was interested in grabbing lunch. It had been a few days since I had seen her anyway. Plus, I figured her sense of humor would take my mind off of things for awhile.

* * *

We met at our usual spot. Maddy was there before me, already seated at a table located in the corner of the patio. She was wearing a tie dye t-shirt and jeans. She took Casual Friday very seriously. I was sure that if David had allowed it, she would have worn flip flops and sunglasses in the office as well.

“Hey!” Maddy squealed, as soon as she saw me. “How in the hell have you been, Jane?”

We exchanged a quick hug and then I took a seat across from her. “I've been well.”

“I'll bet you have, 'Mrs. CEO',” she said, with a smirk.

“No, not quite CEO,” I replied, setting my purse onto the open seat next to me. “Working for Carter isn't what you'd think it is. I'm pretty much just looking over stock ledgers all day. It's challenging and I love it, but it's probably not all that different than what you're doing.”

“You're telling me you two haven't had any fun times in the janitor's closet yet?” Maddy asked sarcastically.

“I wish,” I said, then instantly regretted it. “I mean, no. We haven't. It's just been work.”

“Come on, Jane, you don't have to be embarrassed. Look, if I worked directly for Carter, I'd make it my mission in life to sleep with him. I'd even go on a diet so that I could lose these love handles, if that's what it took. Seriously, I'd even eat a salad once in a while.”

I laughed. “I'm not going to lie. The man is about as gorgeous of a human being as I've ever seen. The problem, though, is that he knows it. He gets any girl he wants, Maddy. I've seen him with a different girl every few days and all of them are gorgeous. Besides, it's not like I'm going to ruin my career by trying to sleep with my boss. Everyone knows what happens with you go down that road. It never ends well.”

Maddy shrugged. “Suit yourself. I'd throw my career right down the toilet for just one good night with that man.”

I wanted to tell her that I almost felt the same way. I'm not sure if I would have thrown away from career for a night with Carter, but I definitely wouldn't have turned it down the opportunity if it ever presented itself.

Not like it ever will, though, I thought, gazing down at my plain body covered in plain clothes.