Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Stroker Chase
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Mr. Knox loomed above her in his gigantic cherry wood desk. His strong, brutish hands clasped together, pointing towards her. Jolie always felt so small, and uncomfortable whenever she sat in the chair across from him. It was as if she walked into a giant’s house. It didn’t help that Mr. Knox was her boss, and she had to do her best to act like she had some confidence.
That usually wasn’t a problem, except when she entered this office. For some reason, Mr. Knox completely sucked all of the confidence from her, and from the way he acted, fed off of it. He was one smug asshole. A good looking one, but still an asshole.
“Jolie, I’ve been really pleased with your work with the students. You’re doing an amazing job.”
She raised an eyebrow. Was this the first congratulations she would receive from the man, or was there something bad coming at the end of it? She fumbled with the collar to her white button down.
“Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you.” Why did her voice sound so meek?
He ran his fingers through his perfectly groomed head of hair. Every strand seemed to fall back in place where it was last. Bastard. Jolie had a stunning figure for a teacher, long, sexy legs, beautiful long hair, and a pair of voluptuous breasts. Breasts that she always had to hide on the job. She noticed Mr. Knox’s eyes looming over them much too long to be appropriate.