Maria sat at the kitchen table with her roommate Rochelle. Maria was a Hispanic beauty. She had long black hair, big brown eyes, thick, full pouty lips and a body women would die for. She was constantly wondering why men hardly ever approached her and when they did, why it was always drunken assholes that had to make some sort of lewd remark toward her.
The girls were sitting at the table discussing the fact that the president of the bank Rochelle worked for was looking for a new executive assistant. His current girl had met a man, was getting married and wasn't coming back.
"You really need to go and talk to him Maria. This would be the perfect job for you. Mr. Davis is young, rich and hot!" Rochelle told her friend. "He needs someone single, dedicated and able to travel the world with him. You'd be perfect and I know he'd hire you on the spot. You are fucking incredible at what you do and drop dead gorgeous to boot! It's a win-win situation for you both" she finished.
"I don't know," Maria started in her all too familiar low self-esteem tone. "It sounds like a great job but what would he want with me? Besides, I have a good job" she said as she picked at her blueberry muffin.
"You don't have a job like this." Rochelle began. "Your boss would be the president of a major bank, who travels the world, stays in the finest hotels, eats in five star restaurants, and is hot as hell! You would be right there at his side and the job pays more than three times what you make! Seriously, what do you have to lose by interviewing with him?" she said.
"You're right I guess, set it up" Maria told her friend.
"I will" Rochelle said with a smile.
Three days later Maria sat nervously waiting in the office of the President of Greater Manhattan Bank. She tried to sit still but was finding it increasingly impossible. She was almost ready to tell the receptionist that she had to leave when the phone rang and the receptionist said that Mr. Davis would see her now. The receptionist showed her into Mr. Davis' office.
His office was bigger than any office she'd ever been in. Her four inch stilettos made indentations in the smooth, dense weave of the plush carpeting as she walked across the room to where Mr. Davis was standing. The huge mahogany executive's desk in the middle of the room didn't make a dent in the size of his massive office. Mr. Davis walked towards Maria with a smile on his face.
"Miss Fuentes, a pleasure to meet you" he said extending his hand to her.
"Please, call me Maria" she said shyly extending her hand to him. She could hear Rochelle's voice in her head.
"Be confident, be sexy, be smart and make sure he knows you'll do anything to get this job" she had told her.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," he said as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. His lips on her skin sent chills up her spine. Rochelle was right when had said that this man was hot but "hot" didn't really begin to describe this man.
Dean Davis was tall, lanky, dressed impeccably, handsome in a rugged sort of way and appeared to be in his mid thirties. He had perfectly styled brown hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes Maria had ever seen. He exuded confidence and she could tell instantly that he was the type of man that you were either going to love or hate.
"Please, have a seat wont' you?" Mr. Davis said motioning her to sit in one of the overstuffed leather chairs in front of his desk. Maria took her place in front of his massive desk, crossed her long legs and pulled down her what now seemed to be, awfully short skirt.
"Rochelle tells me that you are working the same type of position at Weller Brothers," he began. "I can tell you that they are not paying you enough and that they do not offer the perks I do" he finished. Maria sat there listening to his pitch.
"I'm prepared to offer you a starting salary of one hundred twenty five thousand a year, full benefits, paid travel expenses when you are traveling with me and I can guarantee, there will be a lot of traveling" he continued "and bonuses will be paid out quarterly based on your performance" he finished.
"That's a very generous offer Mr. Davis. There must be some very demanding aspects to the job" Maria said.
"Oh there are," Mr. Davis said as he walked around Maria's chair and ran his hand up her arm and over her shoulder. "You will be required to be "on call" twenty four seven. If I need you, you come running. You will be at my beck and call at all times. You will make sure that my clients are happy and that my schedule is never, ever overbooked. You will be responsible for every aspect of my life, except for the times that I tell you I don't need your services. You will, of course, get a two week vacation each year" he finished.
"That doesn't seem unreasonable" Maria said as she looked over at his hand resting on her shoulder.
"Are you single Maria?" Mr. Davis asked.