I met the other students in the line as they all shuffled in. My friends were ahead in the line and I followed like a good girl. I found a seat and got ready for one of the most boring exams ever. Statistics pertaining to psychology. I would ace it, like usual, of course.
The lecturer stood at the front and read the instructions. Twenty minutes of reading time and two hours and ten minutes for the exam. Cool, got it.
He had a few minutes to spare and was giving tips about tackling the exam, but my mind wandered to Jonathon, my new summer boss. I couldn't think of my exam and I felt his eyes upon me. Hazel eyes that pierced my soul. God, he was hot.
Okay, Sienna just two and a half hours and then you can relax for the summer. Last exam girl, you can do it. The papers were placed in front of us in the large well-aired room. My mind floated to the page as the reading time started.
Yes, got it. I scanned over. Yep, know how to do that. Yes, got it. Uhuh, great. My mind was back in study mode. Jonathon would have to wait for me. My brain was being mauled by statistics and pie charts, for now.
Back in the dorm room, I was contemplating my great effort on the exam. I was proud of my work and grateful that I had studied hard.
I had already walked down to Fleur's to let Julie know of my internship. She was great about it. I felt confident that I could still do my Sunday shifts, and I would get paid double time for that shift, so it was all good.
I had been naughty and ate a spaghetti bolognese at the cafe, followed by a large piece of fresh chocolate cake. Carbs were my enemy, I knew it. I loved anything with carbs. Potato, pasta, and rice. Yep, my hips loved them too.
"Jeez Sienna, have you been eating cake again," said Jenna, pissed at me for not watching my figure.
"Aha," I said smiling.
Jenna rolled her eyes and continued walking away. She went into the shower.
I knew that I was scared about Monday. I had no way of controlling my infatuation with Jonathon. He was tall, dark and handsome, and the chemistry between us was indescribable. My stomach churned just thinking about it, and I would need to go and buy some office attire to look like an intern. Shit, I hated stockings, but I guess I had to try and look the part, for the sake of Jonathon's donation to the college.
I knew I had to try and curb my thoughts. I would be expected to work, and I needed to remove my lustful thoughts from my mind before Monday.
I started a list of things I would need to look professional. Thankfully I had saved enough extra cash from my job at Fleur's. Okay, Three pantsuits, three skirts and blouses, three dresses. Two cardigans and a few lightweight scarves. About six pairs of earrings and some nice necklaces. Mmm, and four pairs of shoes. High heels that I could still bare to walk in, after a long day.
That office building was huge. I thought about my hair. I would need combs and bobby pins and a curler to accentuate the styling. A small fortune would be spent for this summer job. I was going to be purely professional. Jonathon Ellis would have to accept that, despite his desire to have me. Yes, that was definite. Professional Sienna was back and ready to make waves. No more monkey business!
JONATHON
I hope Sienna is ready for Monday, she won't know what hit her. I will definitely show her a trick or two under my wing. God, I feel so addicted to her. It is going to be the best summer I’ve ever had. Okay, now back to planning it. I will not tell her until the very end of it all.
Yes, microphones, check, cameras, check. Three monitors check. A tap wire, check. Yes, that is enough for tonight. I'll think some more on it tomorrow. Just a few more days. My Sienna will be a part of something monumental and she won’t know until the very end. Oh yeah, I love my job.
Part 2 Craved by Him
A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
By Michelle Love & Catherine Vall
JONATHAN
It was a quarter to nine, now. I couldn't wait to see my Sienna. She was mine for the entire summer. I know she wouldn't need to try hard to make an effort. She would look great with a potato sack over her head.
"Ms. Ruston is here," said Jeremy on the buzzer.
“Great. Make her a coffee and then buzz her in.” I wanted her to feel at home here in the office. There were plenty of things for her to do, and today would be no exception.
"Ms. Ruston is ready. She did not want coffee, Mr. Ellis."
"Thank you, Jeremy, send her in."
The door opened and there she was, my mousy brown. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore a gray pinstripe pant suit. Her green eyes were accentuated with nice allotments of mascara and eyeshadow. She looked so professional and hot. My cock was nearly at attention immediately as soon as I looked at her.
"Good morning Sienna. You look ready."
"Thank you, Jonathan. Before we start, I want you to know that I need to keep everything strictly professional from now on."
"Mmm, okay, strictly professional. That sounds interesting."
I had planned for this. I knew Sienna was the studious, daddy's girl type, and I played along with this reality knowing that she would not be able to cater to it anyway. I liked that she was trying to control how things played out, for now.
"Please understand Mr. Ellis that I am here because I want to learn so that I can get through college and become a professional psychologist someday."
"Like me, you mean."
"Well yes, like you, Mr. Ellis."
"So, then if I am a great professional psychologist then you must listen to me so then you can learn as much as possible then."
I could see her thinking and I liked the way that she squirmed when I was in control of the conversation. Now was the perfect time to roll up my sleeves and expose my forearms. She loved that, and last time it made her bite her lip, without realizing. Up they go. The left first, ever so slowly and now casually the right. Mhm, and there she was, biting her lip. Fuck, it makes me hard.
"Right then, let's make a start. You will be looking at some tape recordings of me in this office with some of my clientele. There are about ten thirty-minute meetings and you will need to take notes and guess what is going on from the use of my body language and their body language. It is part of my research for the body language application that we will be making this coming year."
"Oh great. Thank you, Mr. Ellis."
"Jeremy, will set you up in the Langdon Room adjacent to this one? It will take all day. You may take a half hour break at ten-thirty and a forty-minute break at one for lunch."
I knew she was still contemplating her “professional” decision, that didn't involve me fucking her on the desk. She moved her large green eyes over my body and I was turned on by her.
"Oh, one last thing, Ms. Ruston. There are cameras in every office for security purposes. Only I have access to the tapes unless something untoward should occur. Then they are handed to the police. I just wanted you to know."
Sienna was looking again like the lost puppy I had seen at the club. She was not sure of her decision to be here at all. She did look my body over a few times, and the intensity was electric.
"Thank you, Mr. Ellis, I understand. I will see Jeremy now?"
Her green eyes looked up at me and I could imagine the same look from her if she was sucking my cock. I would play hard to get now. That's what she had said. Keep it professional which really meant that she wanted to play hard to get.
"Yes, Ms. Ruston, Jeremy will see you and set it up. Please bring your notes tomorrow at nine, so then I may hear your interpretation."
"Thank you, Mr. Ellis."
I look now at the back of her ass as she walks out. She was so hot and her body smelt perfect in my presence. Freshly showered and scented for me to fuck. I will have to bide my time for now, though. She will not be expecting it, but she will come to me soon enough. Her wet pussy will want my cock, and I will be ready for that.
SIENNA
I think the interview sex was silly anyway. He knew it and I knew it. It was just a thing that men in power do and I am glad w
e can start fresh, now. This Langdon Room is quite exquisite and looks like the designer went to England and then threw up all over the room. It has lavish paintings and huge floor rugs in maroon and cream. It has an elegance all of its own. I like it I suppose.
Right now, the first interview is noted down as Mr. Ellis and Mr. Johnson. I just need to press play and watch. Okay, there we go...
Alright, Mr. Johnson enters the room and he sits down with Mr. Ellis. Jeremy comes in and offers tea and coffee and Mr. Johnson nods a no. Okay, pause. Mr. Johnson uses his head to say no by shaking it left and right. Play. Mr. Ellis sits with legs crossed and smiles awkwardly at Mr. Johnson. Okay, that body language is not very open. He must not trust him or like him very much. The same goes for Mr. Johnson. He is crossing his legs and his body is pointed to the left. There is no open posture either. Okay, pause and note that down.
It is nearly time for my break. I will go to the coffee shop across the road and have a croissant. Then I can keep studying the body language when I get back.
I must congratulate myself for being professional this morning, though. Mr. Ellis took it extremely well. Now I can concentrate on being a great intern and accentuating my portfolio with great work. Professional Sienna. Yes, back to the basics girl. Nice and uncomplicated.
The coffee shop was packed with lots of workers who are all having coffee and snacks. I moved to the outside table to eat my croissant and sip on my delicious Vienna chocolate. Cream is divine on top of hot chocolate. Mmm, yes, yummy.
From here I have a great view of Mr. Ellis' office building. There are always staff and clients coming and going. A limousine pulls up and I notice its shiny paint job. It moves forward and a chauffeur stands dressed in a suit and driver's cap. Wow, it looks really awesome.
The entrance is clear and I could see him walk in his blue suit in a hurry. Mr. Ellis… the tall, dark stranger who had sex and fucked me (his intern), hopped in the shiny car and then pulls away.
Okay, mind, pull yourself up. No thinking about the sexual encounters until the summer is over and this whole thing becomes a distant memory. It is time for you to go back now. Ms. “professional” Ruston. There are another nine tape recordings to get through yet, so keep your eye on the prize!
I liked pep talking myself and convincing myself into things. It was great actually. I felt secure in the fact that I felt comfortable with my own self-dialogue. At college, it helped me get a lot of studies done, and at work, I used it to pep me up, especially at Fleur's coffee shop when my feet ached from a ten-hour shift. With a croissant in my belly, I knew that everything would be alright.
I crossed the street and could feel the sense of accomplishment around me. I had finished my exams and just had to do this summer thing. He was cool now, and I knew he understood me. Professional was fine. Who needed kinky sex on cars and desks? I was going to be a psychologist, not a prostitute.
Jeremy eyed me as I went into the Langdon Room to finish the last nine video tapes. Shit, the day might be longer than I expected. It was doable. Okay, next on the list was Mr. Ellis and Ms. Ruston.
"Shit, really?"
My mind raced as I looked at the video. There I was dressed in the same clothing I had worn for the interview. Oh yes, and then Jeremy came in with tea and coffee. Pause...
"Shit, shit and shit again…"
Did he really expect me to take notes on our interview? I read the sheet that I had been given by Jeremy.
"Take specific notes on how you feel about the body language you see for videos one to ten. The more detail the better."
Okay Sienna breathe, you can do this. Mr. Ellis should look past this one because he has agreed to be professional.
Play…
Alright, for starters, I can note down that my body language is closed because I am nervous about the interview. Then Mr. Ellis' body language is completely open. His eyes are looking directly into mine and he rolled up his sleeves, which would signify... umm that he is warm and needed to wear a different shirt. Shit.
Ms. Ruston's body language is still awkward as she sips her tea because she's been fucked by this hot guy on a SAAB just a couple of nights before! Shit Sienna, don't write that. Oh, dear God, it's getting warm in here. There is a knock at the door. Pause.
I stand up and in comes Mr. Ellis who closes the door behind him, looking as if he hasn't worked a day in his life.
“How's it going Ms. Ruston?" he said, with that cheeky smile.
I try to collect my thoughts which seem to be scattered. I decided to try and tell him.
"There's been some kind of mistake, Mr. Ellis. Our interview, I mean my interview last week is on here.”
He walked towards me, and I can sense his cologne mixed with another smell. The smell of Jonathan. Pull yourself together.
"Oh, I see."
"Yes, surely you don't want me to take notes on the interview that we had together? It might not be..."
"On the contrary Ms. Ruston, the data is extremely valuable to me. For our dating application that we will be working on soon."
"But don't you think it's a bit awkward for me to describe to you the way that I see it, in words, I mean?"
He looked as cool as a cucumber and I could feel sweat under my arms. I was sure I looked like a very awkward schoolgirl. Get it together Sienna.
"Press play for me please, Ms. Ruston."
I did as he said and it was at the hug where he pushed everything off of the desk and lifted me up on it. He continued watching as my eyes were also glued to the screen. We looked so good together as he kissed and had his way with me. All the feelings washed over my body and I couldn't watch it. My moaning and his pushing into me like a barbarian that had only ever wet his cock inside me. Like I was the only woman alive.
Mr. Ellis paused the video.
"Well, I see what you mean. It does stir up some interesting body language discussions. You may skip over it and continue with the others. I will see you at nine tomorrow morning."
He turned and walked out of the room as professionally as he'd entered it. God, he was so good looking. I pressed play on the tape and was ready to fast forward.
The door opened and it was him again. I fumbled to find the pause button of our moans and heavy breathing captured so raw on the tape.
"Be here at nine sharp, won't you?" he said closing the door again.
I was so embarrassed. He had seen me watching the tape like a voyeur or a porn addict. It must have roused feelings in him seeing the video. He had acted completely professional. Okay, Sienna. Time to move on, you've got more videos to see.
JONATHAN
Sitting at my desk now I couldn't have planned the timing better. I knew she'd be up to that video but I never expected it to be paused at the beginning of our desk fuck. I feel like the plan is unfolding perfectly, now. I like my whole porn idea, actually.
I must admit that she took the whole thing pretty damn well. Many other women would have flipped their lid at knowing their fucking was videotaped. It seems that I have picked a keeper.
"Jeremy, do not disturb Ms. Ruston for the rest of today. She has a deadline to meet."
"Yes. Mr. Ellis, I won't disturb Ms. Ruston."
"Oh, and bring me some ham on rye with a short black please."
"Yes, Sir. Right away."
I waited for Jeremy to come in. It would usually take precisely six minutes for the sandwich and my coffee to arrive. The door is opened, and that was five minutes fifty-eight seconds. He is a great PA.
"Thank you, Jeremy, leave me be until three when I see the team, please."
"Sure, no disturbances until after three, Mr. Ellis."
I placed my mouse on the desk of my computer and clicked on to the surveillance in the Langdon Room. She was watching a video between Mr. Drew and myself. Fuck, that will be boring as we were only talking about statistics.
I scroll down and zoom in to her gorgeous face. She is concentrating well now. Let's distract her some more. I scroll to the next
window and adjust the temperature controls to heat. I think she might need to take her coat off soon.
Closing my eyes, I wait and check her screen. She walked over to the water cooler and took a glass. She finishes it. She then took her jacket off and her pale, pink blouse was all sweaty. Her hair is going limp.
"Jeremy, tell Ms. Ruston the heater is playing up in the Langdon Room. Buzz her."
“Yes, Mr. Ellis, right away.”
Good, she suspects nothing, and she is still working. Okay now let's zoom into her breasts. Oh yeah. A lacy bra underneath her blouse.
Wait, she's standing up and bending over. Her ass is the perfect picture in my camera view. She's taking off her stockings. Her leg goes up on the desk and she is slowly unravelling them. Fuck her legs are nice. I can angle the camera so I can nearly see up her skirt. Her leg goes down and up goes the next one. Fuck yeah. Oh, you are sexy, mousy brown. I love turning the heat up on you.
Now she stands and gets more water. She goes back to the video tapes. I move my temperature gauge back to normal and I see that she looks less flustered. She is writing notes madly on the page. Trapped like a mouse in the Langdon Room.
I know she thinks that she is studying and taking notes for me, but actually, I am the researching her. Cleverly, she has no idea that she is the subject of all my research. I aim to let her show me every emotion. Horny has been the best one, but I think we will try and get some others happening as soon as we can. We will make her life changeable here at work. She is a masterpiece that I am excited to study. I just hope she doesn't work it out. She is very clever, my mousy brown, but if she is turned on then her concentration can become easily broken.
"Jeremy, make me a short black and take it to the team meeting for me."
"Certainly Mr. Ellis. They are expecting you, now."
"I'm on my way."
SIENNA
God, I can't believe how hot it just got in this room. It seems like a long time since I felt that kind of heat. The tapes are coming along nicely. Just two left to go. I like the way my notes are coming along. They sound pretty professional really. I am glad I took note of Professor Dart's lectures. He explained body language so well.
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