His Deepest Desire (BBW Domination Billionaire Erotica) by Simone Beatrix

 
    His Deepest Desire
    by Simone Beatrix
     
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    I bit my lip, I couldn’t really be doing this could I?
    I walked into the room, my purse tugging at my shoulder. The sound of my heels clicked loudly against the marble floor, which only heightened the sensation that everyone was staring at me.
    Double checking the directory, I looked for Mr. Reeves’ office, but it wasn’t listed. I glanced over to the receptionist, and decided I should ask her. I smoothed out the wrinkles on my suit before approaching the receptionist to get some more information.
    She was busy organizing some paperwork, and after standing for far too long. Her short black hair kept falling from behind her ear, and she tucked it two or three times before I interrupted her.
    “Excuse me?”
    She stopped, and eyed me through the top of her glasses, which hung on the tip of her nose. “Oh.” she said, “Could I help you with something?” She stared at me, clearly unimpressed.
    I breathed, somewhat irritated. “I have an interview with...” I drew a blank.
    I shuffled my papers that were tucked under my arm against my purse and the name came to me, “Mr. Reeves.”
    “I sincerely doubt that, Ms...?”
    “Scott, Kari Scott.” I corrected her, “And why do you doubt that?” I was losing my patience. How could she already be snubbing me like this? I was just trying to get to my interview!
    “Ms. Scott. I doubt that because Mr. Reeves doesn’t take interviews. You’re probably scheduled with his receptionist.”
    “No, because I’m applying for that position. If you had asked me...” I bit my tongue, talking back to her wasn’t going to be getting my any bonus points. She was just the desk lady in the Lobby. But I still didn’t understand why she had a problem with me. I glanced at her name holder on her desk: Sasha Watt. I’ll have to remember to avoid her.
    She raised an eyebrow at me, quickly looking me up and down. After muttering something under her breath, she frowned and pointed down the hallway toward the elevators.
    “Go to the 7th floor. You’ll find him at the end of the hallway.”
    ***
    The elevator opened to the 7th floor, revealing a fairly minimalistic entry way. Bland office carpet, with off-white walls. I felt it was almost too sterile, but it was a good contrast between the reception area and Mr. Reeves’ office. I passed an empty desk, most likely for a receptionist. I gulped before knocking on the large door to his office, my fist barely making a noise against the thick hardwood.
    He called for me to enter.
    The office was large and spacious, but much more heavily decorated than the hallway. Thick reading chairs sat in the corners opposite of his desk, coffee black hardwood beams criss-crossed on the ceiling.
    I tried not to gawk, but he caught me staring up as I made my way to his desk.
    “Impressive isn’t it?” he said, and I caught myself, looking down and across his large executive desk. He was powerfully built, and had a coy smile. Not too muscular though, so it wasn’t off-putting. Just, healthy. The single most striking thing about him were his ice-cold blue eyes.
    I nodded, “I didn’t know you could have vaulted ceilings in an office building.”
    “You can’t. I had to pay a huge fee to get this done. I stole office space from upstairs for this little trick, but I’d say it was worth it.” He cleared some papers off his desk, making room. He stood and extended his hand. “I take it you’re Ms. Scott? Did you have any trouble making it here? I forgot to tell you where my office was when we talked on the phone.”
    I shook his hand, a powerful, warm grip embraced mine. “Not much of a trouble, you just were listed in the directory and I had to ask the receptionist. She was...” I paused, trying to decide what kind of an impression I wanted to make. I felt comfortable enough to admit she was kind of mean to me, but I decided against it. “Nice. Thank you for having me.” Our hands held