The Boss....
Amanda made her way into her Boss's office to translate, he barely looked up to acknowledge her just began jabbering, and she in turn began to write.
Pompous Jerk, Amanda thought to herself but she needed this job and her mouth had gotten her in trouble before. For some reason everything in her rebelled against this guy.
But for Amanda that had always been an issue. To put it simply Amanda had a smoldering within. She did quite well at hiding it. To look at her you would think that she was, well for lack of words a good girl.
Very few were able to detect the things that lie beneath Amanda's well composed exterior.
James looked up to view the Lady that sat before him, he had hired her solely for her looks and her ability to speak Spanish, but he had also seen something else in her. For lack of words, a sexual intensity that came from one thing and one thing only, BDSM tendencies. From outside Amanda looked like the all American Professionals good girl wife but James saw something else and he would deal with that later.
James interrupted Amanda's thought process as he shooed her away, pompous ass she mumbled under her breath.
Excuse me Amanda, James sharply said. His voice and directness always caused a mixture of fear and excitement in her that she didn't understand.
"Oh nothing Sir, I thought I dropped my pen."
A sadistic grin came over James face when she answered Sir as he thought exactly Amanda that's what you will be calling me from now.
Amanda, James voice cut through the air. Look at me she turned, Yes Sir she answered.
From now on you are to call me Sir; he glared almost as if trying to stare her down. James could see the defiance in her eyes as he thought, "You little Bitch, by the time I'm done with you, you will begging to call me Sir."