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I curse as the taxi finally pulls up to the huge building. I check my watch for the hundredth time.

Fuck, I'm just going to make it.

I was so close to being late!

I pay the driver and then step out, onto the busy pavement. I crane my head to look up at the glossy building. Made purely of shiny mirrors and steel, it is a building that draws attention from across the city.

Wiles Inc.

How many times have I passed this building and wistfully imagined working here?

More than I can count.

But, today's my lucky day. I have an interview in five minutes, exactly.

I race inside and rush towards the elevator. Thankfully, a man in grey suit holds the door for me just as it's closing.

'Thanks,' I reply breathlessly as I squeeze into the crammed box.

As per the email, I take the lift up to the thirtieth floor. I use the time to regain my composure. I run my hands through my wild hair and smooth out my clothes.

When I step out onto the floor, I walk straight ahead, following the signs pointing towards the CEO's office. There is a waiting-room style area in front of it.

Four women are sat on the chairs in business attire, no doubt other candidates waiting for their interviews, too.

At twenty-nine (almost thirty), I am probably be the oldest intern here.

I use the final two minutes to go over my interview notes in my head. I need to impress.

Everyone in this city, and probably most of the country, has heard of Riley Wiles.

Everyone knows of their reputation in the business world. Ruthless and calculating, they've risen to the top over the last ten years and created their own empire. It's incredibly impressive, and a little intimidating.

My heart beats faster as the blurry outline of a silhouette appears behind the frosted-glass door. It opens suddenly and my name is called.

'Mr Bentley, come on in.'

I jump to my feet and hurry into the room. Riley Wiles is every bit the CEO I expect her to be.

Dressed in a blood red silk top, an incredibly tight black skirt and killer heels, the woman is both sexy and terrifying.

She smiles warmly and extends her hand to me. I realise that I'm staring and quickly shake her hand, being sure to give it a sturdy squeeze.

'Miss Wiles, it's a pleasure to meet you,' I tell her formally.

I've got a hold of myself now that the initial shock is over with.

Bring out the confidence, Holden.

'It's nice to meet you, Mr Bentley. Please, take a seat.'

I rest my briefcase against the chair leg and take a seat. Miss Wiles sits down behind her desk and leans her onto elbows on the surface.

She doesn't look her age, which I know to be thirty-six. Her blonde hair is tied up in a tight bun and a pair of large, square glasses sit on her nose.

She picks up a piece of paper, no doubt my CV, and scrutinises it.

'Master's degree in Business Management, extensive experience working for multiple companies, twenty-nine years old...hmm, okay. Tell me, Mr Bentley, why I should hire you.'

I swallow hard and take a deep breath, collecting myself. Then, I proceed to give her my pitch, including the points I had pre-prepared.

Miss Wiles asks some questions and we go back and forth for about twenty minutes. At the end of it, she smiles and leans back in her chair.

'Well, Mr Bentley, I can give you my answer right now,' she says confidently and my hopes soar.

Is she going to hire me right now?

'You are not getting the intern position,' she continues and my heart sinks. 'Instead, I would like to offer you the position as my executive assistant. You will be paid a better salary, have more manageable hours -on the assumption that you be on call when I need you- your own personal office and most importantly; you will receive first-hand experience of what it is like to run your own company.'

My lips part in surprise and I do my best to recover quickly.

'Well- I, uh, thank you, Miss Wiles.'

'Does that mean you accept the position?'

'Yes, I'd like to.'

She grins and stands up. 'Brilliant! Welcome aboard! You can now call me Riley.'

I shake her hand again. 'Thank you, and please, call me Holden.'

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Two weeks later, I have settled in to my new job. It's exhausting, running around after Riley all of the time, but she pays me well for it.

'Morning, Holden,' she says and I immediately sit higher in my chair.

She struts over to my desk, holding two take-out cups in her hands.

'Morning, Riley,' I reply.

'Here's your coffee.' She hands me one of the cups and our fingers brush against one another. As usual, the contact goes straight to my crotch.

Only problem with the job?

I might have a slight crush on my boss. It doesn't help that she is probably the smartest, most level-headed and patient person I know. She's beautiful and has the most incredible figure that is flaunted by her tight clothing. And, I'm not even making this up, she flirts with me.

At first I thought nothing of it, I imagined she flirts with a lot of men. But when I watch her interact with any of the other staff -male or female-, it's never the same. She never flirts. Yet, I get compliments, comments heavy with implications, subtle touches here and there, and not to mention free coffee every morning.

I swear it is the PA who usually buys the boss coffee, not the other way around.

'We have a busy morning, three meetings, I believe?' She says whilst scrolling through the calendar app on her phone.

'Yes, but after that-'

'I'm free all afternoon. Perfect. Come to my office at 2PM, there's something I want to discuss.'

She doesn't look up from her phone as she walks out of my office and straight into her own. I curse myself for watching her hips sway as she walks away.

It's not appropriate for me to be lusting over my boss. I could get done for sexual harassment in the workplace, for fuck's sake.

I snap out of it and get back to my tasks.

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2PM comes round quickly. This morning was crazy. As usual, each meeting over ran the designated time, meaning we were late to the one after. We finished lunch late and Riley insisted on ordering for some sandwiches to be brought up for us.

I haven't eaten yet and I'm hungry. I'm glad she's ordered lunch for us, but I'm always nervous as to what she wants to discuss. Something tells me it involves me taking on extra work.

'Holden, great, come on in,' she says when I open her door.

I shut it behind me and she gestures for me to take a seat in front of her desk. I sit a little rigidly in the chair, wondering what this could be about.

Riley stands up and rounds the desk, trailing her fingers over the glass surface as she walks towards me. She sits on the front of the desk, making her skirt lift up, over her knees.

She crosses her ankles and swings her legs back and forth as she looks at me thoughtfully. Our legs are almost touching.

'I have a sixth sense for things,' she starts suddenly, surprising me. 'Call it women's intuition, I don't know, but I do. It's what has got so far in business, I can read people well.'

I stay quiet, wondering where she's going with this. Strangely, I begin to worry that I've done something wrong.

'I might be completely wrong here, but I don't think that I am,' she says and slides down from the desk. She stands in front of me, forcing me to lean back a bit to maintain eye contact.

'Tell me if I'm wrong, but I think there's something between us, Holden.'

My mouth drops open in surprise and I have to blink a couple of times to make sure that she is real and I haven't fallen asleep at my desk and I'm in some fantasy.

She stands up and goes behind me. A jolt of excitement bolts through me as I hear the door lock click.

She's locked us in.

Riley comes to sit in the chair next to me. This time, our knees touch.

'Over the last two weeks, I've felt this attraction between us and I'm finding it very hard to ignore. Do you feel it, too?

Hell yes!

But do I tell her that?

What if I lose my job because of this?

Surely, this isn't a good idea.

When I remain stunned into silence, Riley continues.

'Tell me if you don't feel anything and I'll back off, Holden. I don't want you feeling uncomfortable and I'm sorry if I have made you feel that way.'

I panic, scared that she'll take it back or think that I don't want her.

'No!' I reply suddenly. 'No, I do feel it.'

Her lips twitch upwards in a smile. 'You do?'

'Yes,' I reply nervously.

'And how would you feel if...I offered you the chance to act on it?'

I feel like there's a lump in my throat, stopping me from breathing properly. I cough nervously and hit my chest with my fist.

'Um...do you want me to?'

Her eyes glint with lust and mischief.

'I want you, Holden. I've been fantasising about you since you first walked into my office. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it.'

My dick decides to make a tense moment even worse by hardening in my trousers. I just hope my blazer is going to hide my serious hard-on.

'Fantasising? About what?' I manage to ask, breathlessly forcing out the words.

She smirks and leans forwards, so that I can smell her intoxicating perfume. It's so addictive.

'About you fucking me on that desk,' she says slowly, my eyes following her full lips as she pronounces the words. 'I pictured you sitting in my chair whilst I kneel before you, taking your cock into my mouth.'

Fuck.

If I had a semi before, it's turned into a raging boner.

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Something a bit different?

As much as I love a good CEO story, I'm a bit sick of reading about successful men and female leads who are more than happy to be pencil pushers who spend their days making notes and booking meetings for said CEO.

There is obviously nothing wrong with being a personal assistant, but please don't let it be our only goal/fantasy.

Why not be the CEO for once?