Nicki is thrilled to land a job as a nanny for a wealthy, recently divorced mother of two. The pay is amazing, and the kids are angels. The only problem is their mother, Beyoncé. She's uptight, controlling, and impossible to please. The worst part...
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Nicki stepped out of the elevator at the floor of Beyoncé's office. The twins were at their father's so Beyoncé had opted to work late, she'd called Nicki an hour ago asking her to drop off a flashdrive she'd forgotten at home. Nicki was greeted at the reception desk by Angie, the receptionist was packing up to leave.
Go right in, Ms Knowles is expecting you.
Nicki thanked her and headed into the office, it was late evening but there were still a handful of people around. It seemed Beyoncé worked her employees just as hard as she worked Nicki. She knocked on the door to Beyoncé's office.
Come in. Beyoncé's voice rang out.
Nicki entered the room and shut the door behind her. Beyoncé was sitting behind her desk, focused intently on her laptop. She was wearing a black and white blazer dress and sparkly heels. Nicki had thought the outfit was rather adventurous, not to mention short, compared to her usual pantsuits, but she could've sworn she'd left the house with a blouse on underneath this morning. As she sat behind the desk, her long legs crossed and her golden locks spilling over one shoulder, Nicki couldn't help but to notice that the smooth skin of her generous chest was now bared. Beyonce looked up at Nicki.
You have the drive?
Nicki nodded. Here it is.
Beyoncé took the drive and pulgged it into her laptop, scanning the screen.
This is the one, once again you're a lifesaver, thank you.
No problem, is there anything else I can do for you?
Beyoncé tilted her head to the side, a slight smile forming on her lips.
Now that you mention it, there is something else I could use your help with.
Sure. Nicki said brightly. Whatever you need.
Beyoncé leaned back in her brown leather chair and folded her arms across her chest.
There you go again with that unwavering obedience. Didn't I warn you about that? If you're not careful, I might take you at your word. She smirked.
Nicki dropped her eyes to escape Beyonce's piercing gaze and mumbled.
I wouldn't mind if you did...
Beyonce let out a soft laugh. You're just insatiable, arent you? For now, I have a simple task for you. She rolled her chair back from the desk slightly. I've been working all day and I need to relax.
Um sure, what do you have in mind?
Beyonce peered at Nicki over her desk.
I could really use a massage.
Oh...
Nicki glanced around. Suddenly, the room felt extremely stuffy.
Why don't you lock the door. Beyoncé said, a smile still playing at the corners of her full lips.
