You come out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around you, still drying your hair with another. I walk up to you, wrap my arms around your towel-clad body, and gently kiss you. You give me a look like what are you doing since I interrupted you drying your hair. I say, “You have been such a good girl. I have a special present for you, my love. I think you are going to like it so very much.” You smile and say, “I have...

When you walk through the door, I can tell from the tension in your eyes that your headache is back. You drop your briefcase at the door and walk into my waiting arms, burying your eyes into my neck to keep the light out of them. You whisper to me, “Please baby, it is back again, can you please do your thing to make it go away? It hurts so bad.” I pick you up bridal style, my arms behind your shoulders and knees to carry...

It is time for your third interview as my personal assistant. During your first interview, you wore a very professional suit, the color setting off your eyes and hair, the cut of the suit forming around you, showing off your lean, fit body while hiding it all. From the first second, you walked in and shook my hand. There was chemistry, a lot of chemistry. I could tell by the little smile on your lips, the way your eyes sw...