7 – Came *

Olivia looks up at the man standing before her, his body tense and leaning against the desk. She can see the anger in his eyes and wonders why he hasn't kicked her out of his office yet.

"Miss Marsh, you've already lied to me. Why shouldn't I tell you to get the hell out of here right now?" he asks, his voice cold and demanding.

Olivia takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself. "Because I want this job so badly," she admits. "I'll do whatever it takes to get it. I know I don't have a lot of experience, but I'm a fast learner and I'll show you I can do this. Just give me a chance. That's all I'm asking."

The man studies her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Olivia holds her breath, waiting for his response.

"I need to be sure, Olivia. I can't afford to lose another assistant," Cody says, his voice low and intense.

Olivia nods, her heart racing. She knows how demanding Cody can be, and she knows she'll have to work hard to prove herself. But she's determined to succeed.

"I understand," she says, meeting his gaze. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I'm the assistant you need."

Cody studies her for a moment, then nods. "Okay, Olivia. I'll give you a chance. But if you can't handle the job, you're gone."

Olivia swallows hard, feeling a mixture of relief and nervousness. She knows she has a lot to prove, but she's ready to take on the challenge.

"I won't let you down," she says, standing up from her chair and holding out her hand for Cody to shake.

Cody takes her hand, his grip firm. "I hope you're right, Olivia. Because I need someone who can handle everything I throw at them."

Olivia nods, feeling a surge of determination. She's ready to take on whatever Cody throws her way, and she knows she can do it.

Olivia's heart races as he towers over her, his intense gaze fixed on her. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, and the musky scent of his cologne fills her senses. She's never been so close to a man like this before, and she can feel the tension between them.

"You'll handle everything I need," he says, his voice low and challenging. "My schedules, taking notes, being where I need you to be at a moment's notice." He pauses, his eyes locked on hers, and Olivia can feel her pulse quicken.

"And other needs as well," he continues, his hand moving to her thigh. "The needs a man like me will have with a little thing like you running around this office all day."

Olivia feels his fingers on her skin, pushing her skirt up slightly as he moves closer. She's not sure what to do, but she can't tear her eyes away from him. She's never felt so vulnerable before, and yet she's also strangely exhilarated by the experience.

"But you knew that, didn't you?" he asks, his voice soft and seductive. "Came here willing to give me anything I want. Right?"

Olivia nods silently, her breath coming in short gasps. She knows she's in over her head, but she can't resist the pull of this man's magnetic charm. She's ready to do anything he asks, and she knows that he knows it too.

Olivia felt his hand come to her hip, and he jerked her down the chair so that her bottom was nearly hanging off the edge. The movement allowed him to reach her panties. She felt herself lift to his touch, but she wasn't sure why she was doing it.

Why, all of a sudden, did she crave his touch there? She should say no. She should push him away, but she needed this job. At least that's what she was trying to tell herself. But in reality, she needed him to touch her. Just a little. A small touch.

One of his fingers slid into her panties, and she gasped. "Oh, God."

"Say my name," he corrected her, his eyes locking with hers.

Olivia breathes out a greeting to Mr. McCarthy, unable to stop her body's reactions to his presence. His finger slides through her folds, causing her to moan softly.

"Already wet," Mr. McCarthy says with a deep voice. "You came here to give me this and I'm going to take it." He then captures her lips in a hard kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Olivia willingly opens her mouth, giving him what he wants. His hand between her legs strokes her back and forth, causing her to feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

The small, simple touches send Olivia over the edge, and she is overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. She tries to cry out in pleasure, but Mr. McCarthy's mouth muffles the sounds. The delicious sensations continue to wash over her as he slows his tongue, giving her sweet little licks and nibbling on her bottom lip.

Olivia watches as he pulls back, tugging at her panties. She lifts herself slightly as he pulls them down her legs, removing them. She lazily opens her eyes, realizing she hadn't even noticed they were closed. He stands up straight, looking down at her.

In one hand, he holds her panties, and with his other hand, he brings it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. He's tasting her. She blushes once again, feeling embarrassed. He then places her panties in the pocket of his slacks and returns to the other side of his desk to sit down.

Olivia sits up, trying to straighten herself out. She suddenly feels cold in the large room, and a little lonely. The silence grows, and she isn't sure if she should say something. She looks around, unsure of what to do next.

Olivia stood, trying to get her bearings, as he continued typing, clearly dismissing her. She turned and left the room, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

"You start tomorrow," he finally said, breaking her downward spiral. "I'll need you to be at my beck and call, so it will be easier if you stay close to me. I'll either look into a place in my building or have you use one of my spare rooms. Be here first thing in the morning."

Olivia nodded, unsure of what to say. She had never worked for someone as demanding as him before and was unsure of what to expect. As she walked out of the building, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was in over her head.