Corporate Spy 2: Risk Assessment by Dany Sirene

Corporate Spy 2: Risk Assessment

by Dany Sirene Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-699-7

Genre(s): Futuristic, Action Adventure/ Suspense, BDSM

Series: Corporate Spy

Length: Novella

Page Count: 31

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Blurb:
Genevieve Taillefer, professional spy, knew she'd signed up for one hell of a job -- to pose as a secretary for industrialist Emmanuel Godard. But while she's distracted by her sexy boss, someone else is also trying to find out what Godard is researching behind closed doors. After an office party turns out to be not quite what she expected, Gen finds herself in a situation that quickly goes from kinky to dangerous. And unless she finds a way out, it might cost her not only her job, but her life.
Excerpt:
Corporate Spy 2: Risk Assessment
Dany Sirene
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Copyright ©2011 Dany Sirene

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I started my Thursday just like I had the previous three days -- at my posh glass and metal desk, dressed in a sharp designer suit with a lace push-up bra and crotchless panties -- bored out of my skull. I don't know what my boss had been up to in the last week (and all my feeble attempts to find out were fruitless) but the fact was, he had pretty much ignored me. A normal person would be happy to be paid megabucks by the hour for essentially sitting on her ass doing nothing. But not me.
Not because I'm such a model employee, of course. But when I was hired as the secretary and personal assistant of Emmanuel Godard himself, the head of the electrical giant EM Power, I expected some... I don't know... action. And not just the literal kind.
So when the sleek black intercom at my desk buzzed, I nearly jumped. "Yes, sir?" I had to make an effort to keep my voice from squeaking with excitement.
"Genevieve. Coffee, please. Now."
"Right away, sir," I said cautiously. I couldn't tell if he meant just coffee or... coffee with a side of cream, if you know what I mean. It could be part of his games. That was the thrill of working for him. Or, at least, had been, before this week. "How would you like your coffee?" It never hurt to specify.
"Black," came the curt answer. "For two."
My heart sank. That meant he had a visitor and there would be no play happening. And that would mark the end of another maddeningly frustrating day.
As I made my way to the coffee machine, teetering in my standard-attire high-heeled pumps, I tried to think positive. Maybe I could eavesdrop on whatever conversation they'd be having, and learn something useful for my other job. Damn, sometimes I forgot I was actually supposed to be spying on the man, not just bringing him his coffee. Well, I can't help it. Emmanuel Godard is so yummy he makes it hard for a hot-blooded female to concentrate. I mean, who can resist six-foot-four of shapely French man with the most perfect cock I've ever laid eyes (or anything else) on?
But I did my best to focus on my task. I filled two cups with black coffee, then thought for a moment, smiled to myself, and dumped a few spoonfuls of sugar into Emmanuel's cup. That would make a suitable pretext for him to call me in for a little reprimand. That thought definitely made me perk up, in all senses of the word. I wondered what he would deem sufficient punishment for such a transgression. Would he bend me over the desk and spank me? Or perhaps force me to accompany him to the board meeting... with a mini-vibrator strapped under my skirt?
That was enough to make me cream my panties, and since they were crotchless and I was wearing a skirt... Well, let's just say when I came in to bring the coffee, Emmanuel would notice. I threw a quick glance around and lightly caressed my nipple through the crisp cotton of my blouse. I breathed in sharply and bit back a moan.
But just as I was considering slipping my hand under my skirt and giving myself a little treat, the intercom buzzed again, and I hurried the coffees into the next office where my boss was waiting.
Unfortunately, the second I walked into Emmanuel Godard's office, wiggling my ass in my skin-tight skirt, I almost dropped the tray -- because in the other luxurious leather office chair sat a woman. From where I stood I could only make out her hair, black and pulled back in a bun, the side of her face -- a lot of blush -- and a leg in beige pantyhose and a white pump. I had never seen her before, and I had to admit my heart skipped a beat.
Emmanuel looked up at me and smiled, the very picture of the ideal boss. "Ah, Genevieve."
"Your coffee," I said, careful to keep my voice neutral, and set out to serve the two coffees -- the very picture of the model secretary.
I took advantage of the situation to sneak a peek or two at the woman. I had been kind of hoping she would be one of those dour office types, with thin lips and too much makeup. The first glance at her proved me wrong. Sure, she was dressed in an austere beige suit, but her posture was straight and her eyes were sharp. She had something of a panther about her -- if panthers wore pantyhose, that is.
I lingered with the empty tray, awaiting further instructions. All I got was a cursory nod from Emmanuel. "That's all, Genevieve. Thank you." Fuming, I walked out of the office, closing the door behind me. As I did so, I paused for just a second before I shut it. "So I'm afraid, Madame Bellevue, that this deal you're proposing is not possible. The research is the exclusive property of EM and it's not for sale. So even though your offer is most generous..."
I decided not to push my luck and shut the door, even though I was burning up with curiosity. So this Bellevue woman was interested in the same thing as my bosses. By the sound of it, she'd offered a decent sum of money for it, and Godard very diplomatically told her to go fuck herself.
Interesting. Very interesting...
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