Job Interview

Billie will do anything. She needs this job more than she needs to breathe. Nova Hawthorne stares at her across the desk with that look—the one that strips you naked before a word hits the air. The interview starts professional. Nova kicks off her heels, lets her skirt ride. She knows Billie's watching. Within minutes Billie's between Nova's thighs, mouth working like she's starving. Those perfect lips drag Nova apart—slow, then sudden. Nova moans low and mean, grabs a fistful of hair. She needed an executive assistant? This girl is something else. She reads minds, nails the rhythm, doesn't flinch when Nova starts to shake. Maybe this partnership could actually work—if they don't fuck each other to pieces first.