The BWWM Billionaire Bundle (Three Hot Fantasies) by Miranda Emerald Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Miranda Emerald
enemies. Amy, who climbed out of the mail room by sucking a senior account manager’s cock, had blamed her for 12 hours overtime after a particularly unsavory accident with the bill folder. Katie, who was the queen bee and protective mother of the interns, had carved her name onto her own hit list after Sophie had accidentally eaten a member of management’s scone, of which Katie had the divine privilege of delivering…
Hell, even the office doofus, Carl-- only there on account of a favor to some Senator—seemed to dislike her. She hadn’t figured that one out yet, but he leered at her between slitted eyes whenever she took more than one bathroom break in an afternoon. She had walked in on him talking trash about her on more than one occasion, and while she did her best to brush it off, the balding 26 year old had contributed to more than one of her lunch time bathroom cry sessions.
Sure she could work harder – 50 hours a week was hardly cutting it, but 70 was beyond her sleep schedule. She could shack up with one of the higher ups, she was pretty enough, she knew that, but she couldn’t muster up the courage – or was it desire? Plus, the rich white guys always ended up with skinny white girls who looked more like their daughters than a hookup.
She had constantly looked down on the girls who settled for balding accountants, and sweaty salesmen. They marched the halls of the finest minds in all of finance. They sat only a few floors below genius playboys the likes of Mr. Fremont and Harrison Stanton. How could they settle for so much less, when greatness was so close by? It seemed like they were selling themselves short, and she knew if she ever tried she would fail out of sheer disappointment.
They weren’t all bathroom cry sessions though. She had spent more than one quick break secreted away fantasizing about the younger members of the board. They were like superheroes – with the ability to succeed both at work, and at play. How they managed to make it to the Country Club daily after 16 hours of work amazed her – she was still uneducated about the energizing benefits of cocaine and Adderall.
That was the fantasy though. Her parents had never really made it out of the city, and now that they we’re getting older it became all too real for her. She didn’t want them to have to live there forever, in the same tiny house they bought before she was born. She would find a man like Harrison or Fremont, and she would make them hers. No more stuffing envelopes, no more stamps… it would be champagne, poolside massages and sex that would make the Greek Gods jealous. Mom gets a car, Dad gets a boat.
And she wouldn’t blow her load sucking off some junior accountant either. The higher ups liked their girls unsullied and she knew it. They would never bare the shame of having the sloppy seconds of some junior man. Too bad all the girls running around the mailroom didn’t know that she would think to herself, wickedly.
It was a Wednesday when she finished up her shift pushing the large mail cart around the office, handing out envelopes to bustling men in suspenders and angry women in pantsuits. She settled into a grim plastic chair in the break room and inspected a plastic wrapped sandwich that had long gone soggy in the oversized employee refrigerator.
She picked out a few tomatoes and took her first bite when Samantha came pushed through the doors nearly in tears.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do!”
Kiara looked around and realized she was the only one in the room.
“What’s going on?”
“I have to go pick up my kid from school, he’s in trouble again, but Mr. Statton says he’ll fire me if I miss any more work!”
Her eyes were dark read, and tears were starting to pool.
“I don’t know what to do!”
Kiara took a bite.
“Can you please help me? Please! I’ve seen the way he looks at you, he’ll make an exception – you
Hell, even the office doofus, Carl-- only there on account of a favor to some Senator—seemed to dislike her. She hadn’t figured that one out yet, but he leered at her between slitted eyes whenever she took more than one bathroom break in an afternoon. She had walked in on him talking trash about her on more than one occasion, and while she did her best to brush it off, the balding 26 year old had contributed to more than one of her lunch time bathroom cry sessions.
Sure she could work harder – 50 hours a week was hardly cutting it, but 70 was beyond her sleep schedule. She could shack up with one of the higher ups, she was pretty enough, she knew that, but she couldn’t muster up the courage – or was it desire? Plus, the rich white guys always ended up with skinny white girls who looked more like their daughters than a hookup.
She had constantly looked down on the girls who settled for balding accountants, and sweaty salesmen. They marched the halls of the finest minds in all of finance. They sat only a few floors below genius playboys the likes of Mr. Fremont and Harrison Stanton. How could they settle for so much less, when greatness was so close by? It seemed like they were selling themselves short, and she knew if she ever tried she would fail out of sheer disappointment.
They weren’t all bathroom cry sessions though. She had spent more than one quick break secreted away fantasizing about the younger members of the board. They were like superheroes – with the ability to succeed both at work, and at play. How they managed to make it to the Country Club daily after 16 hours of work amazed her – she was still uneducated about the energizing benefits of cocaine and Adderall.
That was the fantasy though. Her parents had never really made it out of the city, and now that they we’re getting older it became all too real for her. She didn’t want them to have to live there forever, in the same tiny house they bought before she was born. She would find a man like Harrison or Fremont, and she would make them hers. No more stuffing envelopes, no more stamps… it would be champagne, poolside massages and sex that would make the Greek Gods jealous. Mom gets a car, Dad gets a boat.
And she wouldn’t blow her load sucking off some junior accountant either. The higher ups liked their girls unsullied and she knew it. They would never bare the shame of having the sloppy seconds of some junior man. Too bad all the girls running around the mailroom didn’t know that she would think to herself, wickedly.
It was a Wednesday when she finished up her shift pushing the large mail cart around the office, handing out envelopes to bustling men in suspenders and angry women in pantsuits. She settled into a grim plastic chair in the break room and inspected a plastic wrapped sandwich that had long gone soggy in the oversized employee refrigerator.
She picked out a few tomatoes and took her first bite when Samantha came pushed through the doors nearly in tears.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do!”
Kiara looked around and realized she was the only one in the room.
“What’s going on?”
“I have to go pick up my kid from school, he’s in trouble again, but Mr. Statton says he’ll fire me if I miss any more work!”
Her eyes were dark read, and tears were starting to pool.
“I don’t know what to do!”
Kiara took a bite.
“Can you please help me? Please! I’ve seen the way he looks at you, he’ll make an exception – you
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