Their Sub Series – Book 1

 

Chapter One

 

“You have to get your pussy waxed.”

That should have made her turn tail and run.

Well, it didn’t, because there she stood, hesitating in front of the impressive steel and glass building that towered over her.

Who expected you to have a hair free pussy for an executive assistant’s job interview?

Her thighs began to quiver. Her labia felt sensitive after the waxing session from the previous day, but sexy nonetheless. It was the first time she’d gone completely bare and it felt liberating.

She shifted from one foot to the other, biting her lip as she contemplated over the conversation that had led to this very moment. She was on the precipice of throwing all her morals out the door—at least all the signs pointed to it.

I have no idea what is waiting for me once I step inside this building, but god knows, I have no other option. I’ve run out of choices—over a month ago already.

“There’s one option I can offer you, Diana, but it’s rather . . . ehm . . . unconventional.” Mitch Cooper, the owner of the recruitment agency she’d come to know very well over the past eight months, had told her plainly.

Eight Months of despair, hopelessness and finally, resignation. She used to be the Head of the Human Resources Department at McKinnon Incorporated, a software company specializing in property development and design programs.

“Fucking recession sucks,” she muttered, recalling the numbing shock when she’d been told that her position was effectively redundant as part of the merger with a much larger company, KJB Incorporated.

The very same company whose building she was staring at. Her gaze lifted skyward following the reflective lines of the ten-story building, to the top.

She’d lost hope when the interviews had resulted in the same response, one after the other. “Sorry, Miss Summers, you’re overqualified.”

The sigh that escaped from her lips was wrought with acquiescence. “I guess ten years at the same company, working myself to the bone in an effort to reach the top, means shit.”

It didn’t matter that she was prepared to work in a junior position as an HR Manager. No one wanted her and Senior HR Management positions were as scarce as hen’s teeth.

Mitch had been surprised at her immediate interest of the offer.

“Anything, Mitch. I’m about to lose my house. I’m desperate,” she’d responded, even as she tried to suppress the excitement at a prospective job.

“It’s not in HR, Diana. It’s an executive assistant position . . . a live-in one.”

“Anything, Mitch,” she prodded eagerly.

“I can’t tell you much about the position, except that it’s at KJB Incorporated . . .”

He waited for her reaction and it came immediately. Her shoulders slumped and she went pale, already expecting the inevitable.

“They didn’t want me before, Mitch. Why would they offer me a job now?”

“Come now, Diana. You, of all people, know how mergers work. They’ve been offering positions to retrenched employees as and when positions open up.”

“I don’t understand. If the position is with KJB, why is it live-in?”

“It’s not a position at the company. They’re looking for an assistant to help them in a private capacity at a lodge they own at Kitt Peak in Tucson.”

“Tucson! Are you crazy? I’m a San Francisco girl, Mitch.”

“Yeah, I thought that might make you reconsider—”

“No. I’ll go for the interview. I can’t afford to be picky. Not anymore.”

Mitch sighed. “Very well, but before I say anything more, you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement.”

“Seriously? What exactly does this job entail, Mitch? Don’t tell me it’s something illegal.”

“Of course not, but the position is with the three owners and they value their privacy.”

“Fine. I’ll sign it.”

He made her read every line and then quizzed her about her understanding of the content. It made her reservations mount but she repressed them. Whatever this was, she’d never utter a word to anyone.

“What else?”

Mitch shifted in his chair, obviously uncomfortable.

“A private lodge in the National Observatory area,” Diana exclaimed as what he’d said earlier registered only now. “Fuck, Mitch! Don’t tell me it’s a brothel!”

He laughed. “No, it’s not, but that’s all I can tell you.”

“So, why are you being so secretive about this?”

He sighed and said drily, “You’ll have to get your pussy waxed before the interview.”

Diana froze. The direct look in his eyes told her it was no joke.

“Promise me this is not a prostitution ring and if I don’t feel good about the terms of the job, I can walk away.”

“That’s an insult, Diana. You should know I won’t compromise you but first you have to pass a test as part of the interview. If you don’t, you won’t be considered at all.”

“What kind of test?”

The look he slanted her way reminded her that his lips were sealed.

“What remuneration are they offering?”

He named an exorbitant amount that set off alarm bells ringing in her head.

Run, Diana!

“When?” She asked, even though every instinct inside her told her to hightail out of there.

 “Tomorrow, at two o’ clock, provided you go for the waxing appointment immediately.”

“An appointment? Where?”

Diana wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be one of the most expensive beauty spas in San Francisco. She was waxed and buffed till every inch of her body glowed. She enjoyed the luxurious experience, even with an unknown sword hanging over her head. JBK Incorporated was a Fortune 500 company. Money wasn’t a problem for the three owners.

And now, here she stood. Weary of what she was getting herself into; fearful of what was waiting for her once she did.

“Miss Summers?” A questioning voice snapped her out of her dilemma. She blinked at the groomed, well-appointed security guard who stood a few yards from her, next to the door.

“You’re going to be late for your appointment, Miss Summers. Our employers don’t tolerate tardiness.”

Diana nodded and followed him inside.

“How did you know who I am?” She asked, frowning. This whole thing was becoming weirder by the moment.

“As a security protocol, photo identification is mandatory for an appointment. Our security is of the highest caliber here at KJB Incorporated.”

Of course, it is.

He ushered her into the elevator, keyed in a code and pressed the tenth-floor button.

“Mrs. Wallis is expecting you. Good luck, Miss Summers.”

Diana looked for any sign of mockery, but his expression remained impassive, yet friendly.

Your imagination is running away with you, Diana. A security guard won’t be privy to the position you’re being interviewed for.

“Miss Summers? Right on time. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sharon Wallis, Mr. Kade Cooper’s personal assistant. Is that your application form?” An impeccable looking blonde asked, having rattled off everything without taking a breath.

“Yes,” Diana responded, handing over the white envelope.

“Wonderful. Please follow me. They’re ready for you.”

Diana had a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had to trot to keep up with the long strides of the tall woman. They entered a large alcove decorated with plush sofas, chairs and low coffee tables. Large, colorful paintings from the South African painter, Porchie, adorned the walls.

“Please, take a seat.” Sharon disappeared through one of the three beautifully handcrafted wooden doors.

Diana sat, wringing her hands. Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth as she worried it with sharp nips.

 

 

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