Not knowing what to do and feeling like a deer caught in headlamps, I stared at his wife. She was gorgeous of course. Tall and elegant, he dark hair spilling carelessly over he shoulder and over her breasts. She was probably as old as Sir but just like him she was extremely fit. Meeting her gaze I decided she didn’t look upset at catching her husband kissing a naked girl in the doorway. Quite the opposite, in fact. “I hav...

“What exactly do you do?” A recent conversation with a friend I’d gone to school with when I told them I was working as a personal assistant. “Mostly help with managing time. Scheduling meetings, prioritizing emails, taking notes, making calls. Things like that. I run personal errands too. Needs of the moment, as they say.” I’d like to make it perfectly clear that I hadn’t lied. I simply hadn’t told the whole truth.  It’s...