His little slave

I walked into my office to see a red haired woman sitting behind my desk, I stopped at the door confused and shocked.

"Should I be worried?." I asked myself.

She looked up quickly.

" You just be miss Kaya..." She said standing up.

Her hair was parted in the middle and tied in a tight, neat bun, it sat permed on her head, she wore a brilliant white chiffon blouse and a black skirt that went a little below her knees, her heels were about three inches long and her nails were short and dark, in summary she was the definition of a CEO with a capital SHE.

"Yes, I am." I said feeling naked, this morning I had only blown dried my hair and I ran my comb through it, it stopped just below my shoulders and there were no highlighters in them, I was wearing a bright pink T shirt and dark formal pants, the only makeup on my face was the transparent lip gloss.

I held my hands together at my front as the woman scrutinized me.