SIR (by Aria Steele) novel ONE: Mr. Reid is Hot

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of smutty fiction and should not be construed as anything other than smutty fiction. This is not a how-to guide on BDSM, bondage, or relationships. The author doesn't claim to be an expert on anything kink related and urges interested parties to be smart, be safe, and do their own independent research on the topic.

If you’re here just for smut, it begins about 5k words in or so. HOWEVER!! I would urge you to read the whole thing because while writing it, my intention was to create sexual tension out the wahzoo, and though I’m an amateur, I think the build up makes the real thing so much more delicious, and the tension is so spicy in itself ;)

However you’d like to read this story, though, please enjoy, and feel free to leave comments! With enough feedback I will definitely continue, and even without it, I probably still will bc tbh I think I need to get this out of my system.

Enjoy sinners ;)

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There’s no explanation for it.

I love my day job, really. But there’s something about my evening activities that just ignites everything in my soul. It’s as though everything in my life, all the crap, all the shit, once I step foot in that building at 10pm, it all fades away. The only thing left is excitement, adrenaline, anticipation.

And I am completely in control.

But like I said, I also love my day job. Especially the person I work directly for.

As the secretary for Mr. Reid, the CEO of Reid Global, a multi-million conglomerate that has a hand in a lot of sectors – energy, science, politics, sales, I’m exposed to a lot of the business, but I also know that there’s a lot that I don’t know, a lot that I’m not important enough in the hierarchy to know.

Spending a year working for him though, I feel like I’ve come to know him somewhat, and I definitely know his reputation. His reputation paints him as a stoic businessman with no serious attachments, some thinking he’s too young for the job at only 31, but nobody can fault that he gets results where they’re needed.

Personally, I know that he’s kind. At least, he is to me.

I walk into his office without even knocking, a gesture that quickly became forgotten after my first few weeks. David and I (or Dave, as I call him when it’s just the two of us) connected quickly and easily, and here I am a year later, having never regretted a second of it.

He’s on the phone, as he usually is, but I set about my usual duties. Replacing the cold cup of coffee on the table with a new one, that he'll likely still forget about, tidying up the files on his desk as he paces the room yelling to whoever he's on the phone to, and setting his schedule for tomorrow beside his computer.

I glance up at him as I finish up, reminding myself of the other reason I enjoy the job so much.

Mr. Reid is hot.

His suit jacket has been discarded on one of the chairs, but he's still in his shirt, waistcoat, dress trousers and smart shoes. He is the epitome of what CEOs look like, but his dark hair makes his sharp blue eyes stand out from across the room, and I secretly love the fact that he always seems to buy shirts in the wrong size, making his muscles stretch the fabric slightly.

He catches me looking up at him, and smiles, then rolls his eyes and holds up a finger, telling me to wait, which tells me that he's already mentally over whatever conversation he's having.

I stand patiently behind his desk, my arms clutching the old files that he no longer needs, one hand clutching the two-hour-old coffee mug, waiting for him to finally hang up.

“I'm not telling you again, Owen, you were supposed to get this done two days ago. If the signed deal is not in my hands by one o’clock tomorrow, consider it your last day.” David snaps into the phone, before finally hanging up.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I told you weeks ago not to let Owen on this, Dave.” I say. He opens his eyes and chuckles, then heads over to me.

“I know you did, but I can’t let the heads know that I take strategy advice from my secretary. They’ll think I'm going soft.” He replies with as he picks up the fresh coffee and takes a sip.

“Well, your lowly secretary is on the floor more than you, so maybe you should listen to her in the future.” I reply, walking round the desk and passing him. “I’ll even let you take the credit.”

“I’ll bear that in mind.” He responds, putting his coffee down, then turning to lean back against his desk as he watches me walk towards the door. “All finished for the day?”

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