Sinful Knowledge (The Millionaires Social Club) by Kat VonSant

Chapter 1

    Working at Barker and Bowler was the center of Emily Vant's life, but not because of how great the low-paying job was. The people were nice and the work was definitely steady. It wasn't quite what she had expected after graduating her two-years of college in Paralegal Studies. Not having a boyfriend at the time allowed Emily to focus on her career, and spending more hours in the office meant more money to pay down her college debt. "B&B" was affectionately called "The Hell Hole" by the employees. With its   long hours and tight deadlines the company forced on them, the name just seemed fitting. From Monday through Friday, and sometimes Saturday, they owned her.  
    Today, was just like any other typical day, but at least it was Friday. Emily had just finished meeting her last client and couldn't have been more exhausted. With the economy in shambles, companies were just not hiring anyone like they were two years ago and she wondered sometimes how she ended up getting this crazy job in the first place.  
    I guess it does pay the bills, Emily remembered,... and I wouldn't say it's actually hard, just busy as hell. Besides, Brad Barker is one sexy boss...  
    "Shit!," Emily said when she realized what time it was.  
    "What's the matter, Em?" asked Jennifer Michaels, her sidekick office bitch at the firm, and best friend.
    "I promised Brad I'd help out at his house tonight."
    "You mean his castle?" Jen said. It was no secret that Brad lived in an elaborate estate which matched his ostentatious lifestyle with the expected billionaire toys, exotic cars, and luxurious vacations. He, along with his partner Rick Bowler, had started the company right out of law school and grew it into Upper Fallon's number one law firm catering to the "Elite of the Elite." Some of the clients on "the list" were never seen and Emily preferred it that way. Being around wealthy and dominating people made her feel quite timid and withdrawn. Maybe it was because of her "backwoods country style upbringing," as she referred to it. Regardless, every day she had to deal with their arrogance and pompous attitudes over the phone and she could only imagine how much worse it   would be dealing with them in person.
    "I'm suppose to take care of serving the food which he and a couple of his clients will engulf tonight. And, you know Brad. I'm sure there will be some fine wine thrown in for good measure as well."
    "Oh yeah? Sounds hot,...I mean, fun,...ahem. I guess a little bit of fun will be thrown in the mix, I'm sure," replied Jen. She gave Emily a wink. Jen had always felt a bit jealous of what seemed like Brad's particular fondness of Emily over her when it came to things like this. Could she blame him though? Even to Jen, Emily was sexy as hell with her dark brown hair, perky boobs, doe eyes, firm buns and legs, and a smile that would melt an acne-faced teen guy any day, let alone a big shot businessman such as Brad. She also knew of Brad's clients and how young and good looking most of them were. They all just seemed to wreak of confidence, wealth and power and it was hard to believe that these guys, most in their mid-thirties, were as financially successful as they were. To Emily, it closely resembled some kind of millionaire deception movie with Brad starring as a big wig schmuck running the entire illegal cartel from his large mahogany desk. She was certain that Brad was already a millionaire several times over who makes his money between the law firm and by owning half of the downtown business real estate. He was rich, extremely intelligent, incredibly fit and had a face that should be on the cover of every GQ Magazine. She often wondered why he was still single and sometimes even fantasized about him during her special moments at home.
    Emily's cellphone rang. The screen showed it was Brad. "Yes, Sir...I,...I'll be heading out in about two minutes."  
    "Emily, you were suppose to be here by now. Now I know I gave you instructions to be