by Ana Vela
Anastasia: The Complete Collection
Volumes 1-4
By Ana Vela
© 2013 BCN Press
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About the Author
Ana Vela is romantic at heart. Living in Miami with her husband, two sons, and a puppy, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.
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Other Books by Ana Vela
Anastasia (Vol. 1)
Anastasia: No Strings Attached (Vol. 2)
Anastasia: Executive Perks (Vol. 3)
Anastasia: Whatever It Takes (Vol. 4)
Chat Room Romance
One More Drink (An Erotika Short)
Strip Club Secrets (An Erotika Short)
Adventures in Voyeurism (An Erotika Short)
A Night With My Master (A BDSM Short)
Dear Diary: I Had a Threesome
Table of Contents
Vol. 1 – Her First Position
Vol. 2 – No Strings Attached
Vol. 3 – Executive Perks
Vol. 4 – Whatever It Takes
Anastasia: Her First Position (Vol. 1)
Anastasia stared up at the imposing facade of the Edgeworth Building, palms sweaty and her heart in her mouth. It rose into the blue summer sky, the pale white stone gleaming in the sunlight, the proverbial ivory tower. She squared her shoulders, the brand new suit jacket just a little too tight. She plucked at the sleeves nervously as she took another step closer to the main doors. Just one step. Her knees were shaking.
“Come on, Nabokov. You can do this.” She smoothed down her dove grey pencil skirt, checked her stockings for runs, and hitched her purse higher on her shoulder. Back straight, she marched toward the building, and her future. The imposing glass doors rose above her, the gold leaf delicately informing her that this was Edgeworth, Epstein and Kendrick Investments.
The lobby of the building was tiled in rose marble. Her heels clicked loudly in the hush as she approached the front desk. The mocha skinned man behind it looked up and smiled at her. Anastasia’s own smile was a trifle wobbly.
“Hi, I’m Anastasia Nabokov. I’m starting an internship today.”
He looked down, checking the appointment book that was open in front of him, running his finger down a neat list of names. “Nabokov, Nabokov, Nabo... Yup, here you are!” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a temporary plastic badge that said INTERN in big blue letters.
“Just clip that on you somewhere visible until they get you your employee badge. That one doesn’t open any of the doors, you’ll need a permanent badge for that, but it’ll get you in and out of the building.”
She clipped the plastic rectangle to her lapel with slightly shaking hands. She’d gotten this internship with the help of her economics professor, and all of the interviews so far had been on campus. Coming downtown, finding a parking space, and entering this huge, imposing building had left her feeling completely intimidated. This was her first step on the pathway to her perfect life. She didn’t want to screw anything up. “Thank you,” she murmured.
He grinned. “Welcome. You’re going to head up to Human Resources, on the eleventh floor. Just turn to your left as soon as you step off the elevator and you won’t be able to miss it.”
Anastasia realized there was a nameplate on the desk in front of him and quickly read the name. It would be good to be on a first name basis with the guy who was essentially the company’s gatekeeper. “Thank you again, William.” She gave him a short wave and headed toward the shining bank of elevators.
“Good luck!” he called after her.
Luckily, the elevator doors slid open as soon as she pressed the button. She feared that the longer she had to wait before really getting down to the business part of her work day, the more anxious she’d become. If she’d had to wait for the elevator, she probably would have been a nervous wreck before she reached Human Resources. She stepped into the large, wood paneled elevator and pressed the 11 firmly, locking her knees to keep them from trembling.
“Wait! Hold the elevator!”
The woman’s voice startled Anastasia so bad she dropped her purse. Glancing up, she saw a statuesque redhead hurrying toward her. Anastasia slapped her hand against the Door Open button and held it down. The other woman smiled at her gratefully as she slid inside, her breath coming a little quick. She smiled at Anastasia, her full lips curving upward, revealing a slight dimple in one cheek. “Thanks! I have to get up to 17 ASAP or Mr. Boylan will have my ass. And not in a fun, involving lubricant kind of way.”
“Oh. Ah. Sure.” Anastasia blinked, heat stinging her cheeks as she processed the other woman’s words. She yanked her hand away from the button panel as if it was made of snakes. The redhead chuckled. Her voice was husky, with an edge of smoke to it.
She reached across Anastasia, one of her ample breasts pressing briefly against Anastasia’s shoulder, and pressed the button for 17. The doors slid closed and she took a slight step back. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Victoria.” She extended one slim, white hand to Anastasia, smile deepening. Anastasia took it, biting her lip in surprise as a small electric charge jumped from Victoria’s palm to hers.
She shook Victoria’s hand quickly. The other woman squeezed gently, long thumb brushing lightly over the back of Anastasia’s hand. The small caress felt shockingly intimate. Anastasia felt the flush in her cheeks spreading down her throat. “N-nice to meet you, Victoria. I’m Anastasia.”
“Ooh, that’s a pretty name. You’re new here, aren’t you? I can tell. The new ones are always jumpy. Relax, Anastasia. It’s not true that all investment banks are viper pits. I promise.” She laughed, throwing her head back as if she’d said something funny. Anastasia wasn’t sure what it was, but she couldn’t help staring at the other woman. She’d never been this close to someone so beautiful before.
Victoria was taller than her by several inches, nearly six feet even in her low heels. Barefoot, Anastasia suspected Victoria was somewhere around 5’10 to her diminutive 5’6. The other woman’s hair was a deep red, not brassy or orangey, but not yet darkening into brown either. It seemed an impossibly rich color. Her thin brows were a few shades lighter.
Anastasia had heard the phrase ‘porcelain skin’ before, but this was the first time she’d ever seen someone that could be described that way. Victoria’s skin was smooth and pale, but not pallid. She curled her hands into fists to keep from reaching out and stroking her fingers over the other woman’s cheek. The urge was strong. Anastasia’s heart was doin
g backflips in her chest. “Um. Yes, I’m new,” she finally managed to say. “Professor Madrigal got me the internship here, and it’s my first day.”
Victoria nodded, as if she’d suspected all of this. She casually picked a bit of lint off of her black skirt. The skirt was shorter than Anastasia’s, ending several inches above Victoria’s knees, and form fitting. The lush fabric followed the deep curve of her hips and clung to Victoria’s rounded thighs. She wore a white silk blouse with cap sleeves that buttoned down the front. The pearl buttons were struggling to contain the bountiful mounds of her breasts. The woman was an Amazon, leggy, curvy, gorgeous. Anastasia felt small and frumpy next to her. But Victoria smiled at her.
“Well, if you need anything, you just ask. I’ve been here for 8 years. If there’s anything worth knowing, I know it.”
“Are you a banker?”
The stunning redhead gave that lusty laugh again, reaching out to tweak Anastasia’s cheek. “Oh, honey, you are precious. I like you. No, I’m an ‘executive assistant’. Which is the fancy way of saying secretary that they use these days. I work for Mr. Boylan, who’s an associate partner.”
Anastasia whistled. Not a full partner, but close. Victoria’s boss was a ‘higher up’, which meant Victoria had real pull. That was one lesson Anastasia had learned in college. Befriend the secretaries. They were the ones that got things done. “So, you do all the work and he gets all the credit.”
Victoria laughed again. Anastasia thought she could listen to that laugh all day. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She’d never had this reaction to a woman before. A sexy man, yes, but... She smothered the thought, heat stinging her cheeks as she realized the direction her brain was going in. Luckily, Victoria didn’t seem to notice.
“Exactly! Oh, I do like you Anastasia. I hope you stick around.” She glanced down, blue eyes going wide. Anastasia jerked her gaze down as well, staring uncomprehendingly at the scatter of items on the elevator floor. And then she remembered dropping her purse.
“Oh! I--”
But Victoria had already dropped to her knees, the black fabric of her skirt stretching impossibly tight over the rounded curve of her ass. “Let me get that. It’s my fault.” She scooped up the cell phone, wallet, pens, and coins and deposited them back into the bag. Anastasia just stared down at Victoria’s gleaming red hair, unaccountably aware that the buxom woman knelt at her feet.
“I think that’s everything. Oh, nope!” Victoria leaned forward, arm reaching between Anastasia’s ankles. Anastasia could swear she felt the warm puff of the other woman’s breath on her thighs through the material of her skirt. She gasped as Victoria’s slim wrist brushed her calf as she drew her hand triumphantly up, displaying the nearly escaped item. A condom.
Heat bloomed yet again in Anastasia’s cheeks as Victoria looked up at her, grinning. The older woman waved her embarrassment away.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie. Better safe than sorry, yeah? Good on you, being prepared.” She tucked the condom into Anastasia’s purse and handed her back the bag.
Anastasia took it with shaking hands, unable to meet Victoria’s sparkling gaze for very long. “Thanks,” she mumbled. Thankfully, the elevator dinged then and the doors slid open on the 11th floor. She breathed a sigh of relief and raised a hand briefly at Victoria. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah, you two, sweetie. Good luck!”
Anastasia turned to her left, hoping that was the way the guy at the front desk had told her. Her heart was still hammering and she felt completely off balance. She heard the ding-ding-ding of the elevator and glanced back. Victoria was holding the door open. She stuck her head out.
“Hey! If you want, some of us are going out for a drink after work tonight. You should come along. Get to know some of the others. This place can be a real blast, I’m telling you.”
Anastasia bit her lip. She should make some connections. It would be good for her career. And her attitude. She knew she was too timid for the cutthroat banking world, but she found the whole thing so fascinating. She’d have to toughen up. Maybe she should start here. Victoria had a curious effect on her, setting her on edge and making her notice things she’d never noticed before. If she spent some time around the vivacious, voluptuous woman, perhaps she could get past it. “That sounds like fun,” she said softly.
“Great!” Victoria beamed. “Meet me in the lobby at 5. And don’t forget, if you need anything, I’m on 17! I owe you one!”
Anastasia nodded as Victoria wiggled her fingers in a wave and disappeared back into the elevator. When the doors had closed and the machine had begun moving again, Anastasia let out a long breath, turned around, and headed toward Human Resources.
***
Anastasia sat in the cantina, which is what they called the staff lunch room at E, E, and K. She toyed with her salad, stomach still tied in knots, her cell phone pressed to her ear. She tried to speak as softly as she could so no one could overhear her in the too quiet room. She was one of only five or six eating lunch, and Anastasia strongly suspected everyone else ate out. She wished she had too, but she didn’t know the area well enough.
“No, mom, it’s been really good so far. Everyone’s been really nice. I’ve even got my own office.” All of which was technically true. She wasn’t really lying to her mother. Just blurring the facts a little. Victoria had been really nice to her. The woman in Human Resources had been brusque, but not rude. Frank, who was apparently in charge of the interns and therefore her boss, had been kind of a jerk though. But her mom didn’t need to know that. She was worried enough already.
Also, she didn’t really have an office. What she had was a tiny room with no windows that was filled with a desk and a filing cabinet that currently had no files in it. When she wasn’t in service, doing one of the seemingly ten trillion things interns were required to do - mostly getting coffee or lunch order, faxing, emailing, or copying, or manning phones - she was supposed to be in her ‘office’ in case someone needed her.
“You’re working, or you’re here. That’s it. If you’re not in this room, you’d better be doing something for someone or you’re ass is fired. I don’t tolerate shiftless interns, got me Katie?”
She’d tried to tell Frank that her name was Anastasia four times. He either ignored her or was doing it actively to piss her off. But she had what her father called a ‘placid’ disposition, so she didn’t get riled easily. She’d just said, “Yes, sir.”
Frank had blinked at her, as if unsure if she was being a smart ass or not. Anastasia was pretty sure he would use that exact term. ‘Ass’ seemed to be Frank’s favorite word.
After giving her a brief tour he’d thrust a packet of papers into her hands and said, “Now, get your ass up to 23 and bring those sales reports to Benning. If anyone up there needs you to do something, you do it. Unless you’ve got orders from me. That supersedes anyone. Except one of the partners, of course. Or the junior partners. Or the associates. But other than that, you do what I say first. And when you’re done doing whatever you’re supposed to be doing, you get your ass back down here and park your ass in that chair. Got it?”
Anastasia nodded. “Got it.”
“Good. Then move your ass.” He waved her toward the elevator. “Oh! And always answer your cellphone when I call. If I’m calling your cell, you can bet your ass I need you to answer. So pick up!”
He was shouting down the hall to her by that point. She’d waved in acknowledgement and practically dove into the elevator, pressing the button for 23 as hard as she could. The rest of her morning had progressed pretty much like that. Frank ordered her around. Or someone else did. She’d gotten lost once already in the vast corridors of the building, and gotten yelled at at least four or five times for not doing something she hadn’t been asked to do.
“Honey? Honey, can you hear me? I hate these cell phones.”
Anastasia sighed. “I hear you now, Mom. Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said are y
ou really sure about this whole big city investment banker thing? You know Mr. Hurlihy at the bank here in town would give you a job in a snap.”
She speared her tomato viciously. “It’s not the same thing, Mom. I told you. And yes, I’m really, really very sure about it. Stop worrying. I’ll be fine. I’m only two hours away from you.”
“You’re in the city,” her mother groused. Anastasia could hear her father in the background, yelling at her mother to give her a damn break. Her mother yelled back, and she could sense a fight brewing.
“Look, Mom, lunch is almost over. I’ve got to go or I won’t be able to finish eating.”
Her mother broke off screaming at her father to harrumph. “They obviously don’t give you much time. You’ll starve.” That was her mother. Always looking on the bright side.
“Bye Mom. Love you.” She hung up without waiting to hear if her mother said it back. That way, she could pretend this was the one time Rosemary Nabokov was going to actually say the words back.