In Service To The Billionaire by Heather Chase

She paused. “Right?”
    Julie shrugged. “I suppose that's possible ...but I don't think it's very likely.”
    “Why not?”
    “My dear,” said Julie. “All those rules you read for him, and you haven’t realized it yet?”
    “Realized it? Realized what?”
    Julie leaned forward on the desk. “Do you think that you would be hired for this moment for even one fraction of a second if you were even slightly unqualified? Do you think I’m bad at my job, in selecting you as someone to be interviewed? Do you think he wouldn’t have reviewed your file before you were even called?”
    Sophia didn’t know what to say to that.
    “I know he’s harsh, dear. I make no excuses for him. But...” Julie leaned against Sophia's desk for a moment. “...he does get results. He expects those results from everyone around him, that’s all. He views humans as templates, that’s all. And if every template followed his method, then everyone would be a success.”
    “That’s how he sees us?”
    Julie shrugged. “That’s how he sees everything. He’s a very...unique individual.”
    With that, she walked away, leaving Sophia to consider.
    At twelve-thirty, it was time for another cup of coffee—and for Sophia to deliver the batch of paperwork that she had accumulated for him to review and sign.
    This time, as she walked in, his eyes were all over her. It was as if he was expecting her.
    “You upgraded a bit, didn’t you?”
    She could sense that he was trying to compliment her. And—knowing that he was such a dom—she didn’t feel as offended as she would have otherwise.
    “Yes, Sir. I thought being in your presence required a bit more...style than I had previously shown.” She tried to make her voice soft, agreeable. “Please, do let me apologize for not having it right the first time. I hope this outfit is more agreeable, Sir?”
    His hands came over the cup, his fingertips just barely glancing against hers. It was enough. She let out a hot breath and turned away.
    “That will do for now,” he said.
    “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate you noticing my attempt, Sir.”
    She started walking back to the door, but Sand continued—so Sophia paused.
    “At least until your first paycheck comes through. I expect a certain level of tailoring quality for your clothing.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, continuing to the door.
    She rushed to the bathroom. Once safely inside a stall, she slipped her left hand into her mouth, tongue sliding hard against her fingertips wanting to suckle down any bits of his body’s imprint on her.
    Her right hand climbed up into her panties. There was no restraining her passion. Her panties—flimsy and lace—moved aside quickly, and she found her entrance. Any part of him at all—any thought of him, any residual feeling of him that could be pushed inside of her body was.
    “Oh my god,” she moaned.
    Her fingers slid in and out of her entrance. Bliss spread through her body like a fast-acting fever. There was so much need inside of her—such vicious, terrible, insatiable need for his control and approval!
    “Mister Sand...” she breathed out, her face pressing against the bathroom door. “Mister Sand...Mister Sand... Master Sand...”
    It didn't matter that she was at work. It only mattered that she was obeying, that he was thinking more of her, that she was earning his approval and making him watch her and notice her and want her...
    Biting down on her lips, she came. Hot squeaks and soft mews pushed out from her mouth as she struggled to keep quiet in the bathroom.
    Taking a few moments, she gathered her thoughts and herself. Then she stepped back out into the office once more.

Chapter 9
    That night, after a long and satisfying day of work doing everything she could to help Sand, she came home and saw a response to her message to him.
    She was terrified to use the office computer to respond or even check her account—if he saw her on the site at all (and there was no reason to think that he