Corinna's Awakening

Chapter 2 Dressing up

Picture of Enzo, Mr. Benetii.

Monday morning, I walk into work at 8 A.M. sharp, holding my head as high as possible, considering how incredibly inappropriate I feel. The skirt I've worn is about 4 inches shorter than the ones I wore last week, baring quite a lot of thigh for an office environment and the heels are distinctly stripper-y, not professional in the least.

My husband was certainly not on board with the new dress code. While getting dressed that morning, he kept looking me over, one eyebrow cocked. Finally, he had come out with it over breakfast.

"Uh, honey? Corey? I think you look beautiful, of course, but that skirt is a little... tight...and, uh, short...don't you think?" He'd said, practically choking on the words.

I tried to look surprised. "Really? You think so? Do you think I've gotten fatter?" I put on my poutiest face and looked as sad as a kicked puppy dog.

He had looked incredibly embarrassed, a furious red blush creeping up from his collar. "No... no of course not, sweetheart. You look amazing. Sexy. Perfect." He'd swallowed, hard, and gone back to his toast.

I hadn't said another word, and left the house feeling like a total slut. But what the fuck else was I supposed to do? Tell my husband what I had been in high school and college? Make him hate me? What good would it do? No, much better to go along with the program and do what Mr. Benetii asks. He'll get bored eventually and everything will just... go away. The nightmare will end.

When I reach the office, Benetii beckons me in and motions for me to close the door. "The heels are good, but the skirt isn't tight enough. Let me see the underwear," he says, with absolutely no preamble, not even a simple good morning.

I stare him in the face and hike the skirt up over my thighs, exposing the tiny red scrap of fabric he'd given me on Friday. He sucks in a breath and gives a low whistle.

"Turn around," he says, and I comply, showing him my ass before quickly yanking the skirt back down. "Oh, fuck yes. That ass. I'm going to have a lot of fun with that thing...Show me the bra now." His voice is low and ragged.

I slowly unbutton my blouse and expose my bra to his burning gaze. The set, I have to admit, is gorgeous. Thin, lacy fabric in a shocking red that compliments my skin tone perfectly. To be honest, I had quite admired the way it looked when I'd put it on in the mirror this morning.

This time, a low moan escapes Benetii's throat. "Perfect," he murmurs, and I can see him trying to gather himself. "Well, first thing's first, go clear out your desk and move all your stuff to the desk right outside my office. You're my PA, after all, and I need you within arm's reach..." He smirks as I arrange my outfit so that I'm once again totally dressed. He hands me an empty banker's box and motions me out the door, his eyes never leaving my ass as I walk out.

I walk quickly back to my desk, where I begin clearing it off, putting things haphazardly into the box. Cindy notices my packing and rushes over to me.

"Oh my God, Corey, what on Earth is going on?? Have you been let go? After just one week?!" She practically squeals. I hate her so much and her outburst is not helping my opinion of her. Stupid bitch.

"No, nothing like that Cindy. I'm actually going to be Mr. Benetii's... personal assistant." I say, between gritted teeth, spitting out his name like poison.

Cindy's eyes grow wide and her mouth forms an exaggerated 'O' and she exclaims, "Oh, girl, you are so lucky! He is soooo hot... I mean, I would not kick him outta bed, if you get what I'm saying!" The obnoxious woman winks at me, like we're sharing some fun girl talk. I hate her even more.