"Oh honey, that's not normal." Esther, Miss Aird, stated while she was cooking breakfast for me.

I told her exactly how my initial meeting with Mr. Grey went yesterday morning.

I told Esther everything- except how Mr. Grey said he wanted to do naughty things to me.

I felt that should be a secret between him and I.

It wasn't too long after those words that I had to call Esther to pick me up. Not because it made me feel uncomfortable, but because Mr. Grey got called into an important meeting.

I wasn't sure what to make of those words. I knew exactly what they meant, but that's as far as I can decipher. I've never once engaged in sexual activity. I know the basics, but if one ever asked me to show them, I don't think I'd be able to.

The thought intrigues me, though.

I unbutton my blazer, "So, bosses usually don't grab you by the chin and ask you personal questions?"

Esther put some eggs in the pan, "No. Never. Unless- Nevermind."

"No! No, say it!" I exclaim.

She faces me for a second, "Unless he is interested in you."

"Interested? Well of course he is, I'm a viable option for a personal assis-"

"No. Interested as in 'he'd like to take you on a date' type interested, sweetie." She sighs, trying to place the words in a way I'd understand.

"Just be careful, please. I've watched you bloom into the beautiful little flower you are. I don't want that man to taint you with his world."

She walks towards me and cups my face with her aged hands, "Promise me you won't let Klein Grey in your little bubble. You're a special girl."

I smile, "I promise."

She smiles back and pulls me into a warm hug, "I'll give you your plate."

"I have to eat in the car though!" I check my watch, "He wants me to meet at a different building to accompany him to a meeting, and then he'll take me to the main office from there. It's a bit farther."

Esther nods and places my breakfast in a tupperware.

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"Here we are. Are you going to be able to get out this time, my big girl?" She puts the car in park.

I nod, "I took two pills before before we left."

Esther's eyes widen, "Lillian Inez Heart! That cannot be good for you!"

I playfully hit her arm, "I'll be fine!"

I open to car door and walk inside the building.

Immediately, I spot Mr. Grey standing by himself by the main lobby windows.

Walking up to him, I tilt my head, "Sir?"

He clenches his jaw, "Miss Heart. Are you ready?"

"Mhm." I look around, "Is it just you?"

"I'm alone. Just us for today. Their team is waiting."

He placed his large hand on the small of my back and begins to guide me. Chills erupt through my spine and the promise I made to Esther completely flies out of my mind.

I walk as stiff as a board, his hand so close to my behind heightens my anxiety.

He leads us towards the elevators, "You act as if you've never been touched before." We walk inside the opening doors.

Mr. Grey pushes the button to floor 25.

I don't respond out of embarrassment.

The air seems to still as the doors to the elevator close. Unfortunately, just us two are left alone in the small space.

"Have you really never been touched, Miss Heart?"

I look up from the floor, only to notice him stalking closer. A quizzical look resides on his face.

His figure stops itself directly in front of me. It is just now that our huge height distance finally kicks in. I am almost craning my neck great lengths just to look him in the eyes.

"I don't like being ignored." He places both hands on the elevator railings beside me, the position feeling extremely familiar.

"No, I haven't been touched before." I press my back against the railings, "Well I have! Just- Just not in a way like-"

He interrupts me by slowly lifting up his right hand towards my face, "May I?"

My mouth was left ajar from the sudden interruption. I find myself nodding, not really knowing what I am allowing him to do.

His slender, manly fingers bring their way up towards my face. Mr. Grey pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. My eyes close at the foreign sensation I feel throughout my body.

"Oh." I whimper out.

His hand trails down the side of my neck, very slowly. I bite my lip unconsciously and breathe in through my nose.

Continuing, Mr. Grey brings his hand towards the front of my throat, "Hmm. So responsive." He lightly grasps my neck, in a choking manner. Almost as if he is testing something. A small whimper escapes my mouth.

My eyes shut harder and I squeeze my legs together, feeling myself losing my strength to stand. But the sound of Esther's voice fills my ears.

Promise me you won't let Klein Grey in your little bubble.

I gather all the strength left in me and lightly push him away.

"It's inappropriate." I whisper and cover myself with my arms.

On queue, the elevator door opens to reveal a room full of suited men sitting around a large black table.

He clears his throat and fixes his suit jacket, "My apologies. I won't let it happen again."

And with that, Mr. Grey walks into the room, leaving me with a slight ache in my heart. I'm not sure why.

Sure, I enjoyed every minute and every second of his presence in that elevator. But a part of me feels guilty.

I feel like I've disappointed the man.

I walk in the room with my head down, following Mr. Grey. He rounds the table and pulls out a chair for me.

I sit down and he sits down directly next to me, not uttering a word.

The whole room stays silent, fills with tension, I could practically smell the nervous sweat dripping from every one of these old men's glands.

"This is my PA." Mr. Grey deadpans.

I take the second to look up. The hungry eyes of every man in the room are resting on me. Not one of them seem to be under 50 years old.

I look directly to my right, where another old man is smiling at me, "Do you need a second job? I'd love that face in my office."

I shake my head slightly and look back towards everyone else.

"I need me one of those."

Everyone seems to chuckle and agree.

My body feels as if it's shrinking. Why are they all staring at me.

"That's enough!" Mr. Grey yelled surprisingly. Everyone's heads suddenly went somewhere else.

I turned to look at Mr. Grey and he seemed to be holding in his temper.

He rubs his forehead temples, "Just stop wasting my time. Get on with the slideshow."

"O-of course, sir." A voice says in the distance.

With complete shock, my eyes trail back to Mr. Grey's figure. He sits there, tense and angry.

He won't look at me. Did I really hurt him that much? I don't want him to be mad at me.

I reach over with my small hand and give his lower thigh a small, light squeeze, "Thank you." I whisper.

With that action he visibly calmed down a tad, and I felt comfortable again.

I pulled out my laptop and opened up my notes app to take notes on the presentation.