Prologue

Prologue

“ R emind me again why we had to come to this thing?” Xavier groans from the front row seat next to mine.

We’re currently at the University of Melbourne’s graduation ceremony. “We’re here because you insisted on hiring that girl up there,” I say, nodding towards the stage and the girl who, for some fucked-up reason, is making my cock hard, even though she’s wearing a long black graduation gown. I can’t see a bit of her curves under that thing. I know they’re there though. I’ve seen them.

“We’ve hired a lot of people, Nathan. We’ve never sat through an entire graduation ceremony for them,” Xavier says.

“I’ve never had to endure having a first-year work under me before, and because this was your grand idea, you can sit there, shut up, and listen,” I hiss at him. My eyes follow her as she makes her exit from the stage. Instead of returning to the row of seats with her classmates, she heads for the side door. Why is she going outside?

“Don’t do it,” Xavier warns. And his words go in one ear and out the other.

Pushing to my feet, I cross the room and slip through that same door. It doesn’t take long to find her leaning her head against the brick wall. Her eyes are closed, her face pointed up to the sun.

“Nice speech,” I say, making my presence known.

“Fuck.” Bentley jumps, and a hand rises to her chest before she spins to frown at me. “Thank you, Mr Miller,” she says with a tight smile.

I get the feeling that either Bentley doesn’t like me very much or that I make her nervous. Both scenarios work well for me. There’s nothing I want to see more than her squirming. Preferably under my touch, but we’ll get to that.

There’s that voice inside my head that keeps reminding me that the girl’s meant to be untouchable. She’s my employee . If that doesn’t make her off-limits, the fact that she’s ten years younger than me should. The problem is… I’ve never been one to follow rules or orders. I’m the one meant to give them, and what I wouldn’t do to see Bentley following my orders like the good little girl she tries so hard to pretend to be.

Though, I have a feeling I won’t have to wait all that long to find out just how naughty little Miss Bentley Johnson really is.

“You can call me Nathan. We’re not in the office, Bentley. The normal rules don’t apply.”

“Rules?”

“Expectations, rules, whatever you want to call them?” I shrug.

“And what exactly are your expectations, Mr Miller?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

“My expectations…” I repeat her question, rubbing a hand along my jawline while I let my eyes very lazily travel from her feet to her head. “…are that you follow every single order I give you.”

I see the hitch in her breath as my words sink in.

“And if I don’t?” Her voice is quiet, breathless almost.

“There are consequences for disobedience, Bentley, consequences I don’t think you want to experience firsthand.” My fingers twitch at the thought of bending her over my knee and spanking the perky ass I know she’s got hiding under that gown.

“I think you have me all wrong, Mr Miller,” she says.

“How so?”

“I’m not the typical first-year associate you can bully and intimidate to be at your beck and call.”

“And what are you then? If not that?” I ask her, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out. Excuse me. I have to get back in there.” Bentley steps around me and walks inside the auditorium without so much as a backwards glance.