ADRIAN'S POV

　　My eyes are adjusted on Chloe, forming a menacing frown. She trembles beneath my stare, tears stinging her eyes. She stutters a few times before she can even speak.

　　"Adrian... Don't fire me!" Chloe begs, her eyes desperate and her mascara ruined. I roll my eyes.

　　"Don't humiliate yourself," I say, in a cold tone. She begins to cry.

　　"But, we had some good times..." She says, wiping her eyes and touching my arm, her touch lingering. "You said you loved me," she whispers, nibbling my ear. I quickly push her away. She pouts. "Are you still dead-set on that stupid rule of yours?"

　　I shrug. "Of course. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you told people of our... Affairs," I say, ignoring her seducing looks.

　　"Oh, please. That isn't a big deal!"

　　"It is, and I told you not to tell anyone! So now, you're fired and I'll make sure you will not find a job anywhere, and I mean it," I say sternly. She gasps, and sobs.

　　"Please, Adrian... Don't do this!" She sobs. I sigh, and push her towards the door.

　　"Get out, and don't you dare come back," I threaten. She looks up at me, tears falling, and she shudders as she sees my cold eyes, and my harsh, menacing tone.

　　"O-okay..." She whispers, and runs off.

　　I let out a long sigh. At least she's gone. Yes, she was a pretty assistant, gorgeous and great at relieving my tensions, but that was all. She wasn't as smart when it came to listening and keeping secrets, though. She blurted out to everyone how she had sex with me and she knew that I told her never to say that to anyone.

　　That's why she had to go, and why I had to fire her. Now I'm on the lookout for a new personal assistant, and I need one now. I hate being alone in this huge room, and I need someone to bring me my coffee every morning and maybe even release some tensions together.

　　"Henry!" I call out, and the short, plump man rushes over. "Please do me a favor, host an interview for a spot for my personal assistant, and bring all of them into my room, one at a time. Do it quickly, please."

　　"Yes, sir," he says, and rushes off. I sigh, and close my eyes.

　　The only thing to do was to wait.

　　I don't know how much time passed before a light tap on my shoulder awoke me. I groaned, looking at the tapper. It was Henry. "Sir, the ladies are here," he said, and I perked up.

　　"Tell them to come in, please," I said. I stood up, looking out the window and trying to look menacing. These women needed to understand that I was the boss here, not them. Women came and went, and they were all the same. Everyone said they wanted the position because they liked me and admired them, and that they — subtle touch on my lap — would do anything I wanted them too.

　　I was becoming hopeless until the last candidate entered. When she first stepped in I noticed she was different. For starters, the way she dressed. Instead of the usual sexy mini skirt and tall heels, she wore black dress pants and shirt heels. Her maroon suit matched with the color of her eyes, which were full of shyness and such a pure innocent aura to all of her... I caught my breath as she sat quietly in front of me, as she looked down and twiddled her thumbs. I waited until she spoke, her long brown wavy hair covering her eye.

　　"Um, I'm Angela," she said finally, blushing harshly as she spoke. Damn, she was so shy.

　　"No need to be shy around me, Angela," I slurred. She avoided my eye contact.

　　"I'm sorry," she said. "Anyway, I don't want you to think I'm normally this shy with e-everyone, it's just that I'm getting to know you, is all," she says, and for the first time, she looks at me in the eye.

　　Her maroon eyes make me catch my breath, her full lips forming a slight pout. She grips the table, her curvy and sexy body settled on the chair. I could see her pussy sticking out of her pants, and I could see how delicious it looked. I could see how her tight pants showed her tight pussy too. Wait, was she a virgin?

　　"Don't worry, Angela," I say. "I know you'll get used to me." She smiles shyly, patting my hand, not noticing how provocative that touch could be. Ah, she was driving me crazy!

　　"Thank you. You know, you're not even half as bad as they say," she smiles, standing up. "I hope you consider hiring me, look, I've never had a job before but I promise you I'll work hard and never let you down!"

　　"Okay..." I whisper, blushing. "And don't worry, you're hired," I say, and she gasps, and then... Hugs me.

　　"Thank you!" She whispers, and I feel her tiny body shaking between my arms, her delicate assets pressed onto my chest. I hug her back, loving the way she did all of this without a clue of how this made me crazy. She was too innocent, and I loved that.

　　"Come here tomorrow morning at 8," I say. She nods. She waves happily as she rushes out, her brown hair blowing. I sigh. She has this aura, this magnetic feeling, and it has me attracted to her. I... Want her. The way she acts, she might actually be a virgin. I wince slightly. A virgin? That explains her innocent and pure personality, and the way she's so cutely clueless.

　　I smile, and sit back. At least she'll be back tomorrow.