Summary

When Thea applies for an Assistant job at the pristine, International Men magazine, she plans to push papers and look at yummy models. However, she is thrown into a loop when she becomes the assistant to the owner of the magazine, Ethan Sawyer. Mysterious and controlling, Ethan pushes Thea to her breaking point with his serious control issues that seem to only be directed to her. Just when she is ready to throw in the towel, Ethan shows Thea another side of himself, introducing her to a world she never knew existed. Will she run for the hills or step into the new world with Ethan? *************** Pleasing the Boss Chapter 1 Assistant Needed! International Men Magazine. Mon-Fri 9-7. Some overtime required. No experience required. On-the-job training available after hiring. Negotiable pay. Excellent benefits! A background check will be performed. Professional wear. Call to set up an interview at 212-555-8128. I called the moment I saw the ad in the newspaper while sitting in the park eating a hotdog from a sketchy street-side cart. I had been looking for a job for a month now, and the reality of being homeless was creeping up faster than I expected. I've only been living in New York for 6 months and was working as a nanny until the wife accused me of flirting with her husband. She fired me right on the spot without even hearing me out. I was more than prepared to blurt out that her husband was actually sleeping with the housekeeper that showed up at 10 a. m. on the dot, just in time for him to come home for some mid-morning delight. Spanish sex screams and loud grunting would spill down from the master bedroom as I buckled baby Emily in her stroller to go to the park. Hell, if I'd known I'd get fired without a chance, I would have surely had my fill of the man. But honestly, I would never do such a thing. However, it doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. After booking my interview, I hurried home to my rundown apartment that had been broken into twice. Nothing was ever stolen, and that was only because the burglar most likely realized that I had nothing of value. A full-size bed doubled as a couch and dining table in the middle of the living room. My clothes, still in suitcases, because I'm too afraid to put them in the closet where there's a dangerous amount of mold. When I moved into the shit hole, I purchased 3 cans of bug spray to fumigate the place, which probably put me in danger of some sort of chemically induced cancer when I'm 40. I'd like to think I got this place for a steal, but that would be a lie. The old pervert land...