but style-fully in a black skirt, blue blouse, and black jacket. Any woman wearing stockings and heels, as she was, was a likely target for his attention and his eyes soon drifted to her legs. ''I wondered how you were doing on your first day?''
She sighed with relief. ''Very well thanks. Steffi is great, we're getting along just fine.''
''Great. Steffi will be here another four weeks to help you. By then I expect you to know most things. Okay?'' He was different at work. Far less relaxed. But of course, he was, he was the boss of a multi-million dollar business, there was no time for fooling around.
''Go ask Steffi if there are any messages, please.''
Alina disappeared for a moment and came back with the news that a woman called Cindy had rung, and that the Mayor of LA wanted to speak to him about the development of the Old Post Office.
''Whose Cindy?'' Alina asked when she got back to her desk.
''I don't know, but she rings up a lot. I think she's one of his conquests,'' she whispered.
The next four weeks flew past, and Alina suddenly found herself alone, the PA to a very important man. She was still living at Ryan's house. Every weekend he'd thrown a party on both Friday and Saturday evenings, some she attended, some she didn't. But she'd always left around the time it got rowdy or overly sexual.
One Sunday morning, Ryan had taken her in the Rolls Royce, to a luxury apartment building he owned in downtown LA. He'd taken her in the elevator to the top floor, and shown her two of the most expensive apartments in the city. Both open plan with floor to ceiling windows, and great views over the city. ''You can have either,'' he'd told her. ''Free, on me.'' He'd almost pleaded her to take one.
''What's you're motive?'' she'd asked.
''Because I'm a nice guy, and I want to give you a good start in life.''
''I don't believe you.'' Then she'd leaned to him and whispered in his ear. ''It's because you want to get into my panties, isn't it?''
''Er....'' It was the reason, but he had to deny it. ''No, of course not.'' He wasn't used to being refused. Why would someone refuse such a generous offer? He simply didn't understand.
''I still don't believe you,'' she said.
*****
'Ryan I'm moving out. I've got an apartment of my own,'' she said one morning.
''Never mind that now. Go home and pack some clothes. We're going on a trip.''
''Where to?''
''Paris.''
''France?'' He looked at her, and she knew she'd been dumb. ''What shall I pack?''
''Toothbrush.''
''Ryan. What are we going to do there? If I know, I will be able to pack accordingly.''
''We're going to do a deal on an apartment building. We'll be gone three nights, so take business clothes and clothes you can relax in. Oh, and take an evening dress.''
''But I haven't got one.''
''Jesus Alina. Do I have to mother you?''
''No, you don't.' She stormed out of the office. It was the first time he'd really snapped at her. Perhaps he was under pressure; maybe a deal was going wrong somewhere. Or maybe he was just tiring of her. Maybe she ought to accept his offer of an apartment.
Actually, she was driving Ryan nuts. She wouldn't accept his offers nor stay long at his parties, and he wanted her so badly. He'd given it a lot of thought. He'd even considered knocking on her bedroom door and helping himself, but she was very young, and he didn't want to overly upset her. He'd always gotten women by giving them things, expensive things that they had to feel guilty about taking. And the result had always been the same, until now. He'd decided to see if he could crack her resistance in Paris. After all, if she didn't feel a bit sexy in the French capital she must be frigid, he concluded.
''It's a BBJ,'' Ryan shouted as they walked from the Rolls Royce to his private jet.
''What's a BBJ?'' Alina shouted back.
''Boeing Business Jet.''
''Is it yours?''
''Of course, it is.''
Alina was apprehensive. She'd had so little time to find a nice dress she was sure she'd look
She sighed with relief. ''Very well thanks. Steffi is great, we're getting along just fine.''
''Great. Steffi will be here another four weeks to help you. By then I expect you to know most things. Okay?'' He was different at work. Far less relaxed. But of course, he was, he was the boss of a multi-million dollar business, there was no time for fooling around.
''Go ask Steffi if there are any messages, please.''
Alina disappeared for a moment and came back with the news that a woman called Cindy had rung, and that the Mayor of LA wanted to speak to him about the development of the Old Post Office.
''Whose Cindy?'' Alina asked when she got back to her desk.
''I don't know, but she rings up a lot. I think she's one of his conquests,'' she whispered.
The next four weeks flew past, and Alina suddenly found herself alone, the PA to a very important man. She was still living at Ryan's house. Every weekend he'd thrown a party on both Friday and Saturday evenings, some she attended, some she didn't. But she'd always left around the time it got rowdy or overly sexual.
One Sunday morning, Ryan had taken her in the Rolls Royce, to a luxury apartment building he owned in downtown LA. He'd taken her in the elevator to the top floor, and shown her two of the most expensive apartments in the city. Both open plan with floor to ceiling windows, and great views over the city. ''You can have either,'' he'd told her. ''Free, on me.'' He'd almost pleaded her to take one.
''What's you're motive?'' she'd asked.
''Because I'm a nice guy, and I want to give you a good start in life.''
''I don't believe you.'' Then she'd leaned to him and whispered in his ear. ''It's because you want to get into my panties, isn't it?''
''Er....'' It was the reason, but he had to deny it. ''No, of course not.'' He wasn't used to being refused. Why would someone refuse such a generous offer? He simply didn't understand.
''I still don't believe you,'' she said.
*****
'Ryan I'm moving out. I've got an apartment of my own,'' she said one morning.
''Never mind that now. Go home and pack some clothes. We're going on a trip.''
''Where to?''
''Paris.''
''France?'' He looked at her, and she knew she'd been dumb. ''What shall I pack?''
''Toothbrush.''
''Ryan. What are we going to do there? If I know, I will be able to pack accordingly.''
''We're going to do a deal on an apartment building. We'll be gone three nights, so take business clothes and clothes you can relax in. Oh, and take an evening dress.''
''But I haven't got one.''
''Jesus Alina. Do I have to mother you?''
''No, you don't.' She stormed out of the office. It was the first time he'd really snapped at her. Perhaps he was under pressure; maybe a deal was going wrong somewhere. Or maybe he was just tiring of her. Maybe she ought to accept his offer of an apartment.
Actually, she was driving Ryan nuts. She wouldn't accept his offers nor stay long at his parties, and he wanted her so badly. He'd given it a lot of thought. He'd even considered knocking on her bedroom door and helping himself, but she was very young, and he didn't want to overly upset her. He'd always gotten women by giving them things, expensive things that they had to feel guilty about taking. And the result had always been the same, until now. He'd decided to see if he could crack her resistance in Paris. After all, if she didn't feel a bit sexy in the French capital she must be frigid, he concluded.
''It's a BBJ,'' Ryan shouted as they walked from the Rolls Royce to his private jet.
''What's a BBJ?'' Alina shouted back.
''Boeing Business Jet.''
''Is it yours?''
''Of course, it is.''
Alina was apprehensive. She'd had so little time to find a nice dress she was sure she'd look
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