The Boss's Dominant Desire

Chapter 2

Sitting in the chair across from an unnecessarily large mahogany desk, I look up at the beast of a

man before me.

He leans back on the top of his desk with his arms crossed.

I'm sure he's making fun of me with that poorly hidden smirk.

Doing my best to cover my embaressment, I prepare for him to begin the interview.

"I'm Mr. Davening. You may call me Chaol."

(Pronounced kay•all)

I give a small respectful nod and and offer my name too.

"I'm Ellie."

He raises an intimidating eyebrow.

"Ellie what?"

Shaking my head and pursing my lips, I assure him.

"It's just Ellie. No last name."

When I got emancipated, I wanted to be sure I was never associated with my former last name. I

opted to just go by my first instead.

"Did you bring a resume?"

I pull the folder out of my purse and hand it to the boss. He snatches it eagerly and moves to sit

in the unoccupied leather chair next to mine.

What's wrong with his desk chair?

While he reads, I look out of the completely glass walls that face the city. It's a beautiful view.

Hearing a throat clear, I turn back to Mr. Davening.

He stares at me with wide eyes and surprised features.

"You're seventeen?!"

I nod nervously.

I can still do the job. My age doesn't hinder me and I hope he can see that.

"You... you're so young, but you have all the credentials."

He scans the paper with a hesitation that I take as a bad sign. His shoulders visably relax at one

point and he says, "You turn eighteen in less than two months,"

I swear I hear him whisper 'thank God' under his breath before snapping my folder shut and

throwing it onto the desk in front of us.

"Since you haven't had the chance to acquire any experience, I'll need you to start easy. Prove

yourself to me and then in a couple months we'll talk about a more serious position."

A more serious position? Start easy? Does that mean...

"You'll be my new personal assistant for now. I need to be able to reach you at any time day or

night so keep your phone charged and close. You may start tomorrow. Report here at seven a.m.

on the dot."

With that, he stands and holds his tattooed hand out for me.

Taking it gratefully, I stand and he leads me out of the office and into the elevator.

I'm surprised when he steps in with me, refusing to loosen his firm grip on my hand.

Coming to the lobby, he pulls me out and I can tell he slows his pace to accommodate for my

small steps.

It's a bit embarrassing that I don't even reach his shoulders and I'm paranoid that the people in

suits are stopping and staring to make fun of the fact.

We stop at the front desk and the brunette with the purple streak looks up quickly before looking

back to the screen before her.

Her eyes widen suddenly and her head snaps back up.

"Mr. Davening! And..."

Oops. I may have forgotten to give her a name.

"This is Ellie, Portia. She'll be my new PA. When she comes in tomorrow I need you to brief

her."

She agrees hastily before my new boss leads me out the front doors.

He holds it open for me and I thank him, still feeling a bit strange that he hasn't released my

hand.

He comes to a stop on the sidewalk and looks down at me.

"Where did you park?"

Here comes the familiar embarrassed feeling.

"I just walked," I mumble softly.

My boss's eyes turn hard and I think I saw a vein in his neck pop out for a moment.

"You walked alone in the city?! How far did you commute?"

I know he's hoping for me to say 'right around the corner,' but I'm afraid he'd walk me there too

and find out I was lying.

"Only a couple miles."

A dangerous fire lights in his eyes. Clenching his jaw, he finally removes his hand from mine,

only to place it against my neck. The tips of his fingers run through my hair strangely and I'm

afraid to move.

What is he doing?

A few moments later his breathing seems even and he pulls out his phone.

Pressing a single button, he stuffs the rectangle back in his pocket before stepping close to me.

It's uncomfortable until his arm lays around my back with his large artful hand resting on my

waist.

"I'll have a car ready for you outside your home at 6:50 in the mornings and it will wait here for

you after you're done with work for the day."

I turn my eyes down knowing I probably can't take it.

"How much does it cost?"

Mr. Davening looks surprised.

Shaking his head, he assures me it's free and that there isn't any room for argument.

This man, in the course of less than an hour has saved my life. I'll be able to afford food, pay my

rent, and save myself several miles of walking a day.

Unsure of how else to express my gratitude, I turn to the side abruptly and squeeze my arms

around his Rock solid middle. My head just barely reaches the center of his chest and for the first

time, I think the height difference isn't so bad.

A warm chuckle echoes from above me and his arms entrap me back.

Giving my head a light pat, he pulls away.

"The car is here."

I turn to see a black Escalade and I raise my eyebrows. If he can afford this I don't feel so bad for

not at least buying the gas.

I wave goodbye and receive a wave back. It looks a bit silly honestly. A giant in a suit with

tattoos covering his hands is waving at a little girl.

Now that's something out of a fairytale.