This is far from a love story, but it's my story to tell, and it began the day Mr. Frost called me into his office. I tried to hide my nervousness as I sat down, for I had no idea what he wanted to discuss. It wasn't as if I reported directly to him; he was the boss of my boss.

While I reminded myself not to bounce my knee or pick at my cuticles, Mr. Frost gazed out his office window. Studying his profile, I realized he seemed lost in thought. The beautiful view of the city certainly would have distracted me. My current office didn't even have a window. The sun was bright that November afternoon, combining with the crisp cold to make our surroundings especially vivid.

Finally, he turned to me, his hands in his pockets. He might have appeared dreamy just seconds before, but his stare was now sharp. "I know you're looking for another job, Aurora."

My eyes widened a little. I couldn't tell if Mr. Frost was angry; his expression remained neutral. Squirming in the chair, I feared I looked guilty as hell. "Who told you that?" 

The left corner of his mouth ticked up in a smile. "I have eyes and ears all over this industry."

Like a cornered animal, I froze. All the while, I wondered why this man would possibly care if I was indeed looking for something else. I was pretty much entry-level here, easily replaced. And more than that, I was well aware, just as he must have been, that I could advance only so far in a company like this.

Mr. Frost surely sensed my acute discomfort, but he merely waited me out. Finally, I strove to make my face an expressionless mask, the way he so effortlessly did. "I decided to see what other opportunities might be available."

He sat down at his desk, his eyes narrowing. "And why is that?"

As my gaze darted around his office, I hated myself for being so rattled. But the fact was, the man was intimidatingly gorgeous. If it weren't for the little bit of gray at his temples, he might have been mistaken for someone in his mid-thirties. His hair was darker than mine, his eyes a lighter blue. I guessed he was around six feet tall, but the confident way he carried himself made him seem taller. Each of his fine suits was tailored to fit him perfectly. In the breakroom, I'd heard numerous assistants whispering of their attraction to Mr. Frost, but he'd never given any of us peons reason for hope. Besides, he was married. 

Before today, he'd been cordial but mostly dismissive toward me. Only once had he let his formal veneer slip. It was soon after I'd begun working here, when I still called him sir. He'd finally thrown up his hands, as if to fend off the title. "Enough with that! Mr. Frost is fine." Seeing how startled I was, how unsure, he leaned toward me and grinned. "Hell, call me Sullivan before resorting to sir. Okay?"

But of course I never called him by his first name. And now that he was questioning my loyalty to the company, I knew I never would.

He really wanted to know why I was looking for employment elsewhere? "It's because of my salary, to be honest," I told him, sitting up straighter in the chair. As if I had any room to negotiate.

He glanced down at an open file on his desk. My file, I assumed. "You've been here just over a year."

"Yes, and my evaluations have been stellar." Though I tried to sound confident, my anxiety was growing by the second. What if he decided to fire me? I couldn't afford to lose this job without having another one lined up. I was living hand to mouth as it was.

Mr. Frost glanced over my shoulder at the closed office door. When he regarded me again, his stare was decidedly colder. "Since we're being honest, I must say I'm disappointed you didn't come to me before looking elsewhere. I might have been willing to authorize a salary increase for you, but now..." 

"I'm sorry." As soon as I spoke, I knew I'd lost whatever leverage I might have had. Which was next to none. 

Mr. Frost rubbed his chin, appearing thoughtful. His wedding ring glinted in the light. "You're—what, all of twenty-five?" Another look at my file. "You've put in a year at this company and think you can do better?"

"That's not—"

He held up a hand to silence me. "I'm of a mind to let you go, Aurora."

Swallowing hard, I focused on my hands clenched in my lap. I would not beg this man to give me another chance. 

The truth was, I felt doomed at this job no matter what I did. I tried to present myself as a professional, but there was no denying that I failed to fit in with my coworkers. They were determined to scale the corporate ladder and make a name for themselves. Each dreamed of one day occupying this office. They wore expensive brands to look the part, whereas I lacked the money for a designer wardrobe. Rather than spend a small fortune on expensive haircuts and highlights, I merely pulled my mousy brown hair back in a bun. 

And at a size 14, I was larger than the other women, who seemed to subsist on nothing but salads. While several of the older male executives allowed their stares to linger on my curves, my buxom figure did little to endear me to my fellow assistants. I'd recently begun wearing looser blouses and blazers in an attempt to hide my large breasts, since the last thing I wanted to do was flaunt them. 

I figured I'd gotten this job only because I was initially willing to accept the abysmal pay, and now that I wanted more, my inability to fit in and play the game would be deemed unacceptable. 

I braced myself to hear Mr. Frost tell me I should pack up my things before being escorted out of the building. Instead, he climbed to his feet and strolled around the desk to sit in the chair next to mine. Leaning forward, he clasped his hands together. "If it's money you want," he began in a low voice that sounded almost soothing, "perhaps you and I could work something out."

I leaned forward as well, receptive to whatever he might offer. "I would love to hear what you have in mind."

Mr. Frost's eyes locked with mine. "I need to make something clear." His voice grew even softer, until it was just above a whisper. "If my offer doesn't appeal to you, then you're free to find a job elsewhere. I'll even give you a glowing recommendation. But if you tell anyone about what we've discussed here today..." His expression took on a grim resolve. "I'll destroy you."

I recoiled from the threat that so easily fell from his lips. For a moment, I couldn't respond at all. Finally, I managed to say, "I understand."

He gave a single nod before continuing. "What I ask of you will take place here, in my office after hours."

Those words only served to increase my alarm. What in hell could he possibly want with me after hours? If I were prettier and had more allure, I might have guessed he was about to proposition me for sex. But I'd seen the framed photograph of his wife that he kept on his desk. The woman looked like a model, and her confident smile made clear that she knew it. There was no way this man would risk his marriage, and his career, simply for a fuck. 

Mr. Frost inclined his head toward me, inching even closer. I perched on the edge of my chair, breath held as I waited. When his gaze dropped to my breasts, I expected him to quickly avert his eyes, the way most men usually did. But he went on blatantly staring at my tits. 

"I must confess," he said, "I have a certain... fixation." 

"Fixation?" My brow furrowed in confusion. 

"With large breasts," he replied, as casually as he would mention the kind of wine he preferred. The tip of his tongue briefly glided over his lower lip. "And though you try to hide yours behind those ill-fitting blouses, I have a feeling they're absolutely perfect."

I quickly folded my arms over my chest, as if that would protect me from Mr. Frost's avid attention. I had no trouble expressing my outrage. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

He pretended to consider my question for a moment. "Possibly, but I do have good instincts about people, and I'm confident you'll keep your mouth shut."

"This is blackmail!" My voice quavered with fury.

Mr. Frost lifted an eyebrow. "This is business, Aurora, nothing more. And for you, it's easy money." Again, he spent several seconds ogling my breasts, for I'd made the mistake of uncrossing my arms. When his eyes filled with heat, I had the insane fear that he could see right through my clothing. "Every time you let me play with your tits," he continued, "I'll pay you two hundred dollars. I'll fondle and suck them, and my attention might occasionally cause you a bit of... discomfort. But nothing you can't handle."

As he spoke, his hand dropped to his thigh. My eyes tracked the movement, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "If you let me fuck them," he murmured, "I'll give you an extra hundred."

I simply gaped at him, too shocked to speak. My reaction prompted him to release an exasperated sigh. "Oh, come on, Aurora! I'm not after your pussy, or even your mouth. How many times have you allowed a man to play with those beauties following a first date? And all you got out of it was having your dinner paid for. I'm offering you hundreds."

I had to purse my lips in order to hold back a barrage of insults. For what seemed like the countless time, I reminded myself that I couldn't lose this job; I needed to stay until I found something better. And while I searched, this asshole wanted to pay me for the privilege of groping my boobs.

I set my jaw into a determined line. If letting him have fun with my tits kept me employed and added to my bank account, I was willing to grin and bear the humiliation of it. 

"Fine," I practically growled.

That was clearly the answer Mr. Frost expected, for he rose from the chair. "Stand up," he ordered.

Though my legs felt a little wobbly, I rushed to obey. Just inches separated us as he again studied my breasts with an undeniable eagerness. 

"As a show of good faith," he said, "I want you to let me have a look at what I'm paying for. Right now."

I anxiously glanced at his closed office door. "This place is filled with people!"

His smile was indulgent. "None of them will dare come in here without my permission. Take off that hideous blazer and unbutton your blouse, Aurora." 

My heart pounded so fiercely that I wondered if he could see the artery pulsing beneath the delicate skin of my neck. Taking a deep, calming breath, I shrugged out of my blazer and dropped it into the chair. My fingers were clumsy at the buttons of my blouse.

"Do you want me to help?" he offered, obviously amused.

"No!" I snapped. 

Once the blouse, which remained tucked into my slacks, gaped open, Mr. Frost parted the garment even more. Together, we looked down at my simple white bra. It was a little too small, so my cleavage was more than ample. "Oh, these are worth every penny!" he moaned. Reluctantly, he tore his stare away from my tits to meet my eyes. "Don't be shy; go on and show them to me."

I fought back a whimper. "Please, can't this wait till tonight, or whenever you want to meet?"

"No." Again, that firm, unyielding voice. 

The sooner I did what he wanted, the sooner I could cover up. My face burned while I lifted my tits from the bra's cups. My nipples, a delicate pink, were quickly hardening. Cradling my breasts in my palms, I offered them for Mr. Frost's inspection. "Happy?"

"Very." Lifting a hand, he caressed the outer curve of my right breast, and I shivered at his touch. "My God, I love how large your nipples are." With his fingertips, he grazed first one peak, and then the other. My flesh stiffened until both nipples were fully hard, as if begging for more of this man's touch. I hated the way my body betrayed me.

Abruptly, Mr. Frost dropped his hand to his side, then turned from me. I immediately understood I was being dismissed. "Be back here at my office at nine this evening," he said. As he circled around his desk, I rushed to put my tits away and rebutton my blouse. "Don't take the elevator. Instead, use the stairway just down the hall. You're far less likely to be seen by any of the custodial staff then."

"And what if one of the staff wants to tidy up your office while I'm in here?" Retrieving my blazer from the chair, I clutched it to my chest like a shield. 

My boss again sat down at his desk. "They know they're not to disturb me if I'm working late and the door is closed." Already, he was studying his computer screen. 

I started for the door, eager to make my escape, but before I could leave, Mr. Frost called out to me. Warily, I stopped and looked over my shoulder. 

"Wear a sexier bra tonight," he instructed, his smile playful. "Those tits of yours truly are gifts, and they deserve better wrapping."