Executive Sweet (A Sample)

And sitting there in his big chair was Dan Avery, looking like a king. He stood up and walked over to shake her hand, a warm smile on his face, his big strong hand holding her securely but not too tightly. "Hello, Ms. Samson. Nice to meet you." He waved her toward a chair. "Please have a seat." Smooth, and actually kind of cute. He had dark wavy hair, a strong rugged jaw line, and glimmering gray-blue eyes. She suddenly understood why they called him the Charmer. Of course, his eyes kept bouncing up and down, evaluating her, undressing her, and shouting with wordless desire. Men. Kay sat down and watched her CEO walk back to his side of the desk. Hmm, not bad. Besides a nice face, he had a solid build, neither too big nor too skinny. That winning smile had surely melted a few hearts. Yes, the Charmer was one cool player; no wonder women wanted to be with him.

There were so many possibilities, good and bad, that might come from having a fling with the CEO, but damn! why did this have to happen on her first day of work? Why did things always end up like this? It upset her that the CEO could take advantage of her like this. Kay folded her arms, looked away, and started to withdraw. This was not what she wanted today.

Then Kay stopped herself. There was no need to call out her new CEO for being a lecher-give him a chance. After all, he was Dan Avery, and that might count for something. She sat up straight and looked around the office one more time. Then she turned to face him directly. "Not that I'm complaining, Mr. Avery, but why am I here?" As if I don't already know. Dan held up a finger to indicate patience. "I know this must be confusing; I'm going to answer every one of your questions. And please, call me Dan. I hope you don't mind if I call you Kay." Already on a first-name basis with the CEO? This was proceeding as expected.

Dan shuffled a few papers on his desk and picked up one of them, scanning it and nodding his head in approval. "You're a pretty good student, aren't you?" He waved the paper at her. "All I see on this transcript are A's. Didn't you ever get a B?" He had a teasing look on his face.

Well, this is a surprise. He actually seemed to care about her schoolwork. Could she have been wrong about him? "I got some A minuses here and there, but sorry, no B's." School work was one of the few areas in which Kay could do well and compete fairly-a refuge from her good looks. In fact, she had always tried to excel academically because of her appearance-to prove to people that she was more than just a beauty queen and to try to rise above their condescending attitudes about pretty girls. She was relieved to be talking about academics. "I was first in my MBA class, you know."