Sophie waited patiently outside Mr Adam's door, a copy of the transcript of the meeting he had allowed her to sit in on tucked under her arm. She could see him through the glass door, his back to her as he spoke with someone on the pone in front of the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. She bit her tongue trying to contain her nervous energy as she thought back to the last time she had been in his office; bent over his desk, her ass at the mercy of the flogger he secreted in his bottom draw. They hadn't spoken since the text exchange when she had sent him a picture of her tits. She wondered what he had done with that picture and whether he had pleasured himself to it? The thought brought a smile to her face and she wished he would hurry up and finish his conversation.
He turned, catching sight of her through the glass door and she thought she saw the corners of his mouth twitch slightly. He crossed the office and sat down behind his desk, the phone call continuing for several more long minutes as he referred to something on his computer before the conversation at last came to an end. As soon as he set the phone down she reached out and knocked softly on the glass door but he did not invite her in. She watched as he typed something on his keyboard, forcing her to wait a little longer before finally standing up and opening the door for her.
"Miss Jones," he said smoothly, his smile at once both smug and relaxed.
"Mr Adams," she replied, unable to keep from smiling back at him.
He gestured her inside, reseating himself behind his desk and looking up at her expectantly.
"I have the transcript of the meeting and the amended contract that you wanted," she said.
"Good," he said, holding out a hand to take the files she offered him.
She watched nervously as he began to read through the documents she had prepared. It was the first actual piece of work that she had done for the company beyond fetching people coffees and retrieving and organising old case files. The paralegals had told her how to amend the contract but she had been left to do the work herself and she was praying that she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. She wished she could sit down but Mr Adams hadn't indicated that she should do so, so she remained standing, wringing her hands anxiously behind her back as the silence dragged on.
"This was your first attempt?" he asked at last.
She nodded, fighting back nausea as she braced herself for his criticism.
"It's not perfect," he began. "Some of the wording needs tweaking, but it's not bad. Well done, Miss Jones,"
Relief flooded her body and she could not help the grin that spread over her face. He indicated for her to take a seat in one of the chairs arranged in front of his desk and she practically flopped into the comfortable leather chair.
"Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully. "That means a lot."
"Take it to Ben and have him look it over. He'll show you what parts need adjusting and why."
She nodded eagerly, excited to finally feel like she was getting the training that the internship had promised.
"In the meantime," he continued. "I have something else for you to review."
He reached down and opened the bottom drawer of his desk, withdrawing a plain blue file that he slid across the desk to her. She picked it up, her curiosity mounting as she read her name on the front of the file.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Rules," he said. "I want you to be clear about what you are agreeing to."
She bit her tongue, opening the file to the document within. At first glance it looked to her like a contract, with short, concise bullet points and a dotted line at the bottom for her to sign.
"Is this really necessary?" she asked, feeling suddenly nervous again.
He held her gaze. "I need to be sure. Take it home and read it tonight. If you agree then you can bring it back to me tomorrow."
She nodded, recognising when she had been dismissed. She wanted to read the contract now. She wanted to tell him that she had already made up her mind that she wanted to be with him and that the contract didn't matter, but she could tell it was important to him. He was powerful and wealthy and she supposed he was just being careful, even if the thought did sting a little.
She stood slowly. "Mr Adams," she said by way of goodbye.
"Miss Jones," he replied, his eyes lingering on her body as she turned and left the office.
Sophie spent the rest of the afternoon counting the minutes until she could go home and read through exactly what it was that he had given her. She took the contract that she had written to Ben in the paralegal department who helped her make the necessary adjustments which provided a useful distraction but even then, she couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into.
Later that afternoon she said goodbye to Maddie at the reception desk and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The sun glinted off the glass skyscrapers that surrounded her as she stepped out onto the street and made her way to the subway station. Once she was on the train, which was mercifully quiet for a change, she slipped the file Mr Adams had given her out of her bag and began to read it.
Much like his texts, the document was short and direct, describing their arrangement, (she noticed it said arrangement, not relationship), what he was expecting from her and what she could expect from him. The arrangement was purely sexual. He would take her out to dinner, away on business trips and would provide her with gifts of clothes and jewellery. In return she would make herself available to him whenever he required her and would refer to him as 'Sir' or 'Master' at all times. During what the contract referred to as their 'sessions' she would submit herself entirely to his commands and whilst he did expect her to try everything once, she was reassured that she could stop any session with the use of a safe word of her choice. The final part of the contract provided her with the option of terminating the arrangement at any point without fear of her position in the company or anything else being placed at stake.
She read through the contract a second time, making sure she hadn't misread anything. She had always known that Mr Adams wasn't looking for a relationship and yet the clinical way in which he had described what he did want had left her feeling unsettled. All of the passion that they had shared the previous week seemed to have gone, reduced to so many letters on the page in front of her and whilst she appreciated the promise of gifts of clothes and fine dining the idea left a slightly sour taste in her mouth as if they were as much payments for her time as the gifts they were intended as. Whereas before she had been certain that she would have signed anything he put in front of her, she now found herself unsure of what to do. She felt out of her depth, not certain that she could be or do what he wanted her to.
The train squealed as it trundled into her stop in Midtown and she quickly stuffed the contract into her bag and made her way up to the street and crossed the road to her building. Students were milling about in the foyer and she ignored the stares that followed her as she crossed to the elevator and rode it up to her floor. She had intended to go straight to her dorm to shower but as she approached Natalie's dorm she heard music playing from inside. The contract was still weighing heavily on her mind. She had never heard of anything like his before but maybe Natalie, who compared to Sophie was practically a master of this stuff, might be able to give her some advice. She knocked on her door, waiting patiently as the music was paused and Natalie pulled open the door.
"Sophie!" she said, looking surprised.
She was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt emblazoned with some obscure band that Sophie didn't know, a pair of black shorts and fishnet tights. Her short black hair was pulled into two tiny pigtails that stuck out from her head like devil horns and a silver lip ring glinted in the light of the hallway.
