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  She had been distracted by her dildo and did not appear to notice the rumblings. When they went into Charles’ office shortly before the meeting and shoo'd everyone else out, he had told her what to expect.

  “Look, they're all circling, trying to gain the upper hand. And if that's at your expense, that's fine with them. Whatever you do, don't make any decisions today. Just tell them you'd like to think about it, or ask them to put their proposal in writing and you'll have your lawyers go over it. Above all, you must act like you're in charge, even if you feel scared and lost in there.”

  “I do feel scared—and lonely.” It was the first time she admitted she felt lost and James understood it was a significant moment.

  “I know. That's what the dildo is for—to keep you focused. Think about the dildo in your pussy and how tight the strap is and whatever they are suggesting will seem less important in comparison. It will help you get mean when you need to.”

  She gave him a thin smile. “Really?”

  “Yes. Trust me.”

  She nodded and he let her go to the meeting while he waited behind. He would have loved to listen in. Perhaps something could be arranged later in that regard. Things would have to move slowly. It had only been one day.

  She returned ninety minutes later, looking exhausted and irritable. She closed the door in someone's face, telling him, “Give me some time, dammit!”

  She turned and leaned against the door. “You were right. They were like jackals in there.”

  He came forward and bent down, lifting up her skirt.

  “What are you doing?”

  He noted she made no attempt to stop him. “It's time to remove this—I thought you'd like that.”

  “Oh god yes.” She didn't object as he eased her damp panties down her legs and let her step out of them. He paused for a moment to inhale the heady aroma of her arousal before tucking them into his suit pocket. He unclasped the leather strap and the dildo fairly exploded out of her pussy.

  “Oh god, that feels—”

  A knock came at the door.

  “Just a minute,” she cried out.

  He took the dildo, cleaned it off with tissues, and slipped it into her purse as Evelyn smoothed her skirt around her. She checked with James and he took two steps back and nodded and she opened the door.

  “I thought I asked not to be disturbed for a while,” she said.

  It was Nelson, James noticed. He looked from her to James and back again, trying to figure out if he had just caught them doing something naughty or if his mind was simply being overactive. “Uh...” he began.

  “Well? What's so bloody important that you have to bother me in my grief?”

  James smiled. She was pitch-perfect.

  “Uh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Rothschild, but I have that proposal you asked for.” He handed her a folder.

  She took it and said, “Thank you,” and closed the door in his face. She turned to James. “Can you believe those people? Charles is barely dead and they are ready to strip the company and sell off the parts!”

  “He warned me this would happen. And he said without my help, it would be hard for you to stand up to them.”

  “Well, he was right about that!” She came forward. “Thank you for being here. I didn't realize just how much I needed a personal assistant.”

  He dipped his head. “I'm at your service, ma'am.”

  She laughed at that.

  “Now, I'd better have my panties back.”

  James shook his head. “They're too wet. I'll keep them for you.”

  “I can't walk out of here naked and wet under my skirt!”

  “Sure you can. Charles didn't let you wear panties, did he?”

  “God, I keep forgetting he told you everything. Fuck!”

  He took one of her hands in his. “I don't think you fully appreciate what you have here. I'm your protector, your holder of secrets, your ally in your board room fights. Nothing you tell me and nothing Charles has already told me will ever be shared with anyone else. Ever. I'm here to bounce ideas off of, to commiserate when you're feeling low, to help you organize when you need to preserve Charles’ business.”

  “What if Nelson or someone like him offers you more money?”

  “I'm not doing this for money. I'm doing this for Charles—and for you.” And for me, too, he thought.

  “So that's what a personal assistant is, huh?”

  He smiled. “In this case, yes.”

  She fanned her skirt to help her dry off her hot, moist pussy. “What about other things that Charles did—will you be doing that as well?”

  “That depends on you.”

  It seemed to be just the right answer. She smiled. “All right.”

  Evelyn called for the car and they left the city and returned to the mansion. Thomas could barely contain himself when he saw James was still with her. He waited until James went into the kitchen to grab a beer and he whispered. “Ma'am, are you sure about Mr. Preston? He seems, er, untrustworthy.”

  Evelyn looked him right in the eye. “James just saved me from perhaps making a big mistake in the board meeting today. He only has my best interests at heart. I've told you he was personally picked by Charles to be my personal assistant. If Charles trusted him, then so do I. So I expect you to give him the respect he deserves.”

  Thomas bowed. “Very well, ma'am.” He retreated.

  James came out, drinking the beer and acting innocent. He had heard her part of the conversation and was pleased. “Would you like a beer? Some wine?”

  “Not yet. I have to change out of these clothes.”

  He nodded and she headed up the stairs.

  “Evelyn?”

  She paused at the landing. “Yes?”

  “I think you need a hand from your personal assistant.”

  She smiled. “Very well.” Her hips swayed as she began to climb.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He put down his beer and followed her. Upstairs, as soon as the door was closed behind them, he didn't wait for an invitation. He grabbed her and pressed her up against the door and kissed her hard, his hand running underneath her skirt to touch her hot pussy. She was still wet, he noticed. She gasped with the suddenness of it, but did not try to push him away. He unzipped himself and thrust into her in one quick movement, drawing a throaty sound from her as she sank down on his cock.

  He took her, hard and fast. It was an ownership of her and she knew it. If she had been expecting some gentle lovemaking, he wanted her to know he wasn't the type. He was in control, all the time. It excited her to be taken and she came almost at once. She hung on, gasping and crying out as he continued to pound her and she came again. The dildo in her pussy had inflamed her and now her personal assistant's cock was putting out the fires.

  When at last he grunted and she felt his seed erupt into her, she came a third time and hugged him tightly. “Oh my god, that was good! Oh shit!”

  “Now you know what a personal assistant can do,” he told her.

  “I don't think...” She trailed off.

  “What?”

  “I don't think my husband would approve. I mean, it's so soon!”

  “This isn't about romance. I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your personal assistant. There's a big difference.”

  “Oh!” She pondered that information. “But it's so confusing!”

  “I know. It will take a while to get used to it.”

  “So what happens if I start dating? You know, after several months or so.”

  “I will help you find a man who isn't after you because of your money or power.” He held up a hand when he saw the doubt in her face. “That doesn't mean I'm going to be your dating service. I just mean I'm going to be there to give you my opinion as to his motives and do some research so you'll have more information. If you're determined to have a relationship with a man who isn't good for you, I won't stop you.”

  She nodded slowly and James continued, “It can be good to have another opinion, right?”<
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  “Yes, I suppose it would be.” She shook her head. “But this,” she said, waving at their bodies, “can be confusing. Just how often are you going to ... take advantage of me?”

  “Only when you need it. Think of it this way: When you were a teenager, there may have been times when you gave in to a boy because you became too excited. Later, you probably regretted it and wished you'd just masturbated instead. I'm that release you need to keep from making a bad decision.”

  “I never masturbated much when I was a girl. Maybe I should've.”

  “Why? Did you get into some trouble?”

  She blushed. “That's none of your business.”

  He nodded. “Sure. But remember, I will never reveal any personal information. I believe that was the main reason Charles hired me.”

  “How can I be sure of that?”

  “It will take time to earn your trust.”

  Evelyn straightened up. “Well, I'd better change into something more comfortable.”

  He nodded and went to the closet. She just stood there, in the middle of the room, waiting for him to decide what outfit she should wear. It was another important milestone. He selected a white, tennis outfit that would nice around the pool. She nodded her approval.

  James helped undress her, being careful with her business suit, smoothing out the wrinkles as he hung it on the hanger, leaving her naked except for her pink bra. He noted she made no move to put on the outfit he had laid across the bed.

  He returned and said, “A more casual bra, I think.”

  She nodded and unclasped it and handed it over. Now she was completely naked and did not seem to be embarrassed. Fucking her had broken through that last barrier. He rummaged through her drawer, finding a soft white bra and handed it to her. She put it on without question.

  “Now, I have another pair of panties for you.”

  “Really?” She seemed pleased.

  He went down to his room and fetched a white pair of French cut panties from his drawer. He noted he only had one other pair left. Time to go shopping. He returned to her room and she nodded and smiled. She slipped them on.

  She put on the tennis dress and checked herself in the mirror.

  “How do I look?” Evelyn pirouetted.

  “Very nice.”

  “But I have too much makeup on. I think I'll tone it down a bit.”

  “I'll go change and meet you downstairs.”

  He left and went to his room. He slipped on tan slacks and a dark blue polo shirt, and went downstairs to finish his beer. He grabbed his sunglasses from the counter and went outside to sit by the pool. It was a beautiful day. He sipped at the cool beverage and thought things were going well. He raised his bottle to the heavens and said a quiet thanks to Charles.

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  Chapter Four

  It was time to use information provided by Charles to give Evelyn what she needed but dared not ask for. With Charles, she had been a complete submissive and James was sure she missed it. But how could she achieve that level of intimacy with another man? That had been the topic of many conversations with Charles. By revealing their secret games, Charles had given James the keys to unlocking the sexual slave within her.

  It began innocently enough. James would simply enter her room whenever he wanted, never knocking. At first, she objected, but soon grew used to it when James ignored her protests. “I am your personal assistant,” he would simply say as if that explained everything.

  “Don't I have any privacy?”

  “Not from me.”

  He'd come in when she was sleeping, or just stepping from the shower or, once, masturbating. That had drawn a squeal from her! But instead of allowing her to act shy around him, he simply took over for her fingers. Despite her protests, he soon brought her to a powerful climax.

  “Oh my god! That was... that was... so embarrassing!”

  “Which probably made it more exciting, right?”

  Evelyn didn't respond but she didn't have to. Her expression gave her away. “James,” she said after she calmed down. “This is all a bit much. You're treating me like... I don't know, a slut or something. I just buried my husband and I'm not sure I'm ready to ... uh, do this stuff with another man. Not just yet.”

  “I'm only here to give you what you need, without guilt. It was your husband's wish.”

  “You keep saying that, but I don't think either one of you thought this through. Women are different. Men can just fuck around and no big deal, but we get... emotionally involved. We can't help it. And right now, I am feeling tremendous guilt.”

  James nodded. “Very well. We'll take it slower, okay?”

  She seemed pleased to hear that. “Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a shower and get dressed.”

  “Don't forget to shave.”

  She blushed. “That's what I'm talking about! Just give me a little space!”

  He retreated, a bit worried. This wasn't going to be as easy as either of them had thought. She was right—for him to just step in and take over for Charles was a lot to ask of a woman. Perhaps he had been moving too fast.

  He left her alone to shower and dress and went downstairs. He fixed himself a sandwich and ate it in the sunroom with a bottle of beer. Evelyn came down forty-five minutes later, looking refreshed.

  “Hi,” she said. “I feel better now.”

  “Good.”

  She rang a small bell and Thomas appeared. “Thomas, would you fix me a sandwich please? And a glass of iced tea.” He nodded and she sat down next to James.

  “How come you liked to be called James and never Jim or Jimmy?”

  “I don't know, I just don't feel like a ‘Jimmy.’ Do I look like one?”

  “No, you look... I don't know, like a tough guy. Not too many tough guys are named Jimmy, I guess.”

  He laughed. “Tough guy, huh? Maybe it's just the way I carry myself. I don't think of myself as particularly tough.” This wasn't exactly true, but he didn't want to come off as a lout. He was tough, but also sensitive and smart in equal measure. It was the perfect combination to seduce women and train willing submissives.

  “There's another board meeting on Friday,” she said, changing the subject. “Apparently, there are some decisions that have to be made.”

  “Do you have all the proposals?”

  She nodded. “I probably sound like a silly woman, but I don't understand the ramifications of all the decisions.”

  “Not at all—I'm sure they were designed to confuse you. Perhaps I can help.”

  “Really? You don't seem like the type who would ... be interested in that sort of thing.” James guessed she almost said, “to understand that sort of thing.”

  He smiled. “I have an MBA from Wharton.”

  “You're kidding!”

  “No. That's how I got the job with Charles.”

  “Wait—he said you were his ‘travel planner'. Was that a lie?”

  “A little white one. Actually, I was hired originally as an analyst, but Charles saw something in me that he liked, so he brought me into his inner circle as his, uh, personal assistant.” He grinned.

  “No!”

  “Yes. That's how we got to talking about you, once he found out he was sick.”

  “I hope you didn't perform the same duties for him as you do for me!” She meant it as a joke, but James could sense her deep curiosity.

  “Of course not. I simply handled those day-to-day chores that he didn't want to have to bother with. I did a lot of travel planning, of course, but I also did ... other things.”

  “Sounds like you were his secretary.”

  “Would a secretary arrange to have someone blackmailed?”

  Her eyes went wide. “What?”

  “When he had trouble with a business associate, he'd ask me to dig up some dirt, if I could. It helped smooth the way to close a deal.”

  “I never thought my husband did such things.”

  “Did
you think he wasn't capable?”

  “Oh, no, I knew he could be a very tough businessman, but I never knew to what lengths he would go.”

  “Now you know. And I only tell you things like this because your husband gave me permission. If he hadn't, I would never have said anything.”

  “So after he got sick, that's ... uh, when you two came up with this scheme to have you step in as a substitute Charles?”

  James thought about that for a moment. “I know we...” He trailed off as Thomas approached with a tray.

  “Your lunch, ma'am.”

  “Thank you, Thomas.”

  He hovered. “Will there be anything else?”

  “No, thank you.” He retreated.

  She turned back to James. “You were saying?”

  “I'm not a substitute for your husband. I know I fucked you the other day—but that was what you needed at that moment, you understand. I wasn't doing it in order to step in and try to be him.”

  “That's where it gets tricky. Women get very wrapped up in sex. It's a lot more to us than just fucking.”

  “Yes, and I apologize if it confused you.”

  “Yes, well...” She trailed off and began eating her sandwich.

  They ate in silence for a few minutes. When she was finished, she said, “So you'll help me with those proposals? I would like to get a second opinion.”

  “Of course. It would be my pleasure.”

  The rest of the afternoon, they sat at the dining room table, booklets spread out across the surface. There were a dizzying array of issues that every board member seemed to think was vitally important. With James’ help, he quickly separated out the “blue sky” ideas that could wait until later and narrowed the list down to two issues that did need immediate attention.

  “First,” he said, “there's the matter of the Mexican factory. Labor is cheaper there, yes, but the recent influx of drug cartels are making the overall cost of doing business higher than in other, more secure locations. The board is asking you to either put up with the violence and increase security or shut the plant down and move it to Indonesia or China.”

  She nodded. “What would Charles do?”

  “I think he'd take a third option, believe it or not. He was always about taking responsibility. He'd go to the Mexican government and tell them, flat out, that he's going to close the plant in three months unless they agree to fight the cartels and increase security for the plant to protect the workers. If they can't or won't, then follow through. If it works, it will save the company the costs of providing extra security or the costs of moving the factory.”