Laid and Leveraged (9 page)

“
The
car
is
waiting
downstairs,
”
he
stiffly
informed
Michelle
before
putting
his
back
to
her
and
exiting
the
room.

“
I
hate
to
say
it,
but
you've
got
to
do
what
he
says.
”
Becky
crossed
her
arms
over
her
junior
sized
breasts
and
stared
Michelle
down.
“
It's
been
another
week.
If
you
don't
give
into
his
demands
he's
gonna
off
you.
”

Michelle
barely
raised
an
eyebrow,
her
assistant's
melodramatic
'gonna
off
you'
doing
little
to
daunt
her.
Michelle
had
no
intention
of
implementing
a
single
one
of
Roger
Hollins'
demands.
She
had
even
more
resolve
now
after
the
horrible
aftermath
of
her
failed
seduction.
She
felt
her
cheeks
go
hot
at
the
mere
thought
of
that
fatal
night
one
week
ago.
Roger
Hollins
just
dismissed
her
like
she
were
nothing
more
than
a
cheap
whore
after
the
best
sex
that
Michelle
had
ever
had.
She'd
never
been
so
humiliated
as
she
was
when
she
searched
Roger's
penthouse
for
her
clothes,
scattered
in
the
frenzied
lovemaking.
Then
she
had
to
take
the
elevator
down
thirty
two
floors
to
the
lobby
where
she
felt
certain
she
heard
the
snickers
of
the
security
guards
as
she
hastily
tucked
her
blouse
into
her
rumpled
skirt.
She
didn't
bother
with
the
car
he
left
for
her,
that
crumb
of
pity
from
a
gentleman's
table.
Instead,
with
as
much
pride
and
dignity
as
she
could
muster,
Michelle
walked
a
block
away,
so
as
not
to
be
seen
by
anymore
of
the
security
guards
and
hailed
a
cab.
Hadn't
it
been
enough
that
Roger
Hollins
owned
her
company
and
ravished
her
body?
Did
he
have
to
humiliate
her
on
top
of
it?
Apparently
so.

She
patted
the
bun
at
the
top
of
her
head,
making
sure
it
was
tight.
She
vowed
never
to
let
down
her
hair
again
for
as
long
as
she
lived
and
picked
her
pen
back
up,
ignoring
Becky,
as
she
scribbled
down
some
notes
on
the
invoices
in
front
of
her.

“
Fine,
”
Becky
stamped
her
foot.
“
Just
don't
take
me
down
with
you,
”
she
added
before
spinning
on
her
heel
and
strutting
out
of
Michelle's
office.

Ha!
Michelle
snickered
under
her
breath
when
the
girl
was
gone.
The
irony
of
it
all
was
that
one
of
the
things
Michelle
was
standing
up
for
was
Becky's
job!
The
phone
on
her
desk
rang
and
Michelle
answered
it.

“
I
want
you
in
my
office
immediately.
”
Roger
Hollins
didn't
wait
for
her
to
affirm
his
cold,
impassive
demand.
Michelle
heard
the
tell
tale
click,
indicating
the
call
ended.

She
stared,
open
mouthed,
at
the
receiver
in
her
hand
for
a
moment
before
setting
it
back
in
its
cradle.
Of
all
the
rude
and
arrogant
things!
He
could
have
at
least
been
polite
in
his
demand!
She
straightened
her
back
against
the
chair,
tidying
up
the
papers
in
front
of
her.
She'd
had
enough
of
Roger
Hollins'
insults.
She
was
not
a
dog
for
him
to
call
on
command.
If
he
wanted
to
see
her
so
badly,
he
could
come
to
her
office!

It
didn't
take
long
to
hear
the
thundering
footfall
coming
down
the
hall
just
outside.
Michelle
suddenly
had
the
insane
desire
to
run
and
barricade
her
door,
but
she
knew
that
at
the
rate
the
heavy
footsteps
neared,
she'd
never
make
it
in
time.
Besides
it
was
a
childish
idea
anyway.
She
was
a
grown
woman,
so
why
did
she
feel
like
a
naughty
little
girl
waiting
nervously
for
a
spanking?
Michelle
gripped
the
edge
of
her
desk,
determined
to
act
her
age.

The
violence
with
which
the
door
was
flung
open
nearly
knocked
it
off
its
hinges.
Her
boss
pounded
into
her
office,
pausing
only
to
kick
the
door
shut
behind
him
with
his
foot.
It
slammed
so
hard
one
of
Michelle's
motivational
posters
crashed
to
the
floor,
scattering
bits
of
broken
glass.
Michelle
winced
before
squaring
her
shoulders
again.
No
matter,
she'd
always
hated
the
motivational
posters,
with
their
lukewarm
advice,
anyway.