I stood outside Adrian Black’s office, my tablet shaking in my hands. This was only my first week as his executive assistant and I was already a dripping mess because of him. Mr. Black was thirty-two, tall, muscular, and the coldest bastard I had ever seen. Everyone called him the Ice King. I was terrified of him but my p***y got wet every single time he spoke.
"Grace. My office. Now," his voice snapped through the intercom.
I hurried inside. Adrian sat behind his huge oak desk without even glancing up.
"These reports are incomplete," he said flatly. "Fix them. Full financial projections in one hour. Reschedule the board meeting to tomorrow morning. Get me black coffee. No sugar."
"Yes, Mr. Black," I whispered.
I grabbed the files and left. My n*****s were already hard under my blouse
