On her first day back from vacation, Bella found herself bored out of her mind. Not that there was nothing interesting about work, it was just that the mechanical routine of it all seemed lifeless and repetitive, almost like a metronome.

The President of the company had her workstation moved right next to his. He'd asked her not to leave his sight, not even for half a step and Bella had immediately felt suffocated.

"Your job now is simply to meet my personal needs," he'd said sternly as he looked into her eyes.

Bella's face shot to a deep red at once as she looked away in embarrassment. Personal needs?...