Lance smiled as he fixed his brand new three-piece suit and looked up at the huge skyscraper that would be the home to his new place of employment. He was entry level but he considered himself lucky to even get that far in this economy. Especially since he just moved to New York City a few weeks ago, there have been people who lived here for years that were on unemployment still, fighting others for a job.

He didn't have much time to celebrate, a big group of well-dressed people practically pushed him into the revolving doors, rushing to get to their places of work. There were many elevators but there were long lines in front of each and every one. Damn.

He finally got into one and made it to work just in time. Ain't that a bitch? 15 minutes to get on a damn elevator?

He walked into suite 1612, on the 16th floor.

The suite belonged to It Girl magazine. Yes, he was working for one of those annoying women's magazines but they were paying him really well to look at a computer all day. Can't be picky.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked as he walked to the desk.

"My name is Lance Gross. Reporting for my first day" he said as he flashed her a smile.

She instantly melted. "Lance Gross huh? Let me just find your information. Give me one second" she said and he nodded. She walked over to the filing cabinet as he took a toothpick out of the little holder and put it in his mouth as he leaned on one elbow on the desk.

"Cutie at 12 o clock" a girl whispered to the receptionist and he pretended that he didn't hear them.

"Right? Just found his file, he just moved from Atlanta and he's got one of the new data entry jobs" the receptionist said.

"There is a God," the girl said, "I need to go back to the A. New York is getting tired."

"Mmm, you do that. Have fun in the A while I'm having fun getting the D" the receptionist said they both giggled.

Lance almost spit out the toothpick. And they said that guys were bad? He's only been here for a minute and they already wanted the dick? But he smiled, after sleeping with almost all the women of Atlanta, he was ready to tackle New York City.

Over 1.5 million people lived in Manhattan. A little over 800,000 of them were women. And around 600,000 women were between the ages of 18-44. And that's just Manhattan.

He was gonna have fun here.

The receptionist looked through his file and saw the infamous red sticker. He had to see the boss lady first. She wondered why. She hoped he wouldn't be let go on the first day. "Mr. Gross?"

"Call me Lance"

She blushed and smiled, "Ok. Lance. Boss Lady wants to see you but she's not here yet, do you mind waiting?" she asked as she nodded her head to the nice reception area.

"That's fine," he said as he took a seat.

"Did you want an Evian or a Perrier while you wait?"

"I'm fine love," he said and she blushed again and started whispering to her friend.

He looked at the magazines on the coffee table in front of him and he had to admit that this magazine wasn't half bad. Not all the articles were written by white women who didn't know shit about what they were talking about. Men and women wrote articles and they were culturally diverse. He smiled as he looked at the sex section. He nodded as he agreed with some of the things that were written.

He looked up and watched as many of his new co-workers, mostly women, were rushing in. Damn. He was gonna love working here. However, before he knew it, he had been sitting there for 30 minutes. Which was fine, he didn't mind getting paid for sitting there but he was getting bored. "Is Boss Lady on her way?" he asked the receptionist.

"I'm hoping so. She's usually on time but New York traffic is unpredictable" she said.

And right on cue, the main doors to the office slammed open and a woman in a white Chanel trenchcoat, black Chanel shades, and black Louboutins walked in. Holy shit. The aura in the room changed immediately from breezy and light to tense and awkward. Everyone in the room stood up as she walked in, eyes wide in fear and fake smiles pasted on their faces. He had a feeling this was the infamous "Boss Lady".

A huge chorus of 'Good morning, Miss Bradshaw' filled the room as every person greeted her, in fear that if they didn't their head would be cut off. Miss Bradshaw didn't look at or respond to any of them as she walked ahead of two women, probably her assistants, as she tapped her perfectly manicured fingernails on her iPad as she walked toward the spiral staircase up to her office. Lance watched as he got a good look at her backside. Nice, round, high, and plump. Holy damn.

"Guess that's my cue," Lance said as he stood up.

"No!" the receptionist shouted and he looked at her. "She has a routine. I'm sorry, you'll have to wait just a little bit longer."

Lance shrugged. "Ok fine," he said as he sat down.

Another 20 minutes went by and the receptionist said she was going to call Miss Bradshaw to see if she was ready for him. He watched her and almost laughed. Why did everyone fear this woman? "Yes...yes...I apologize for disturbing you but...yes...we have a Mr. Lance Gross here in the lobby...yes the guy who didn't stand up...it's his first day...well his file said...ok...I'm sorry...yes...yes, I will..." she said and hung up. She shook herself out of that awkward exchange by closing her eyes and rolling her shoulders. "I'll take you up," she said to him.

"Thanks," he said as he followed her. The receptionist had an ass on her but not as fat as Miss Bradshaw's. They walked up the spiral staircase and walked down the hall to the big office at the end of the hall.

"This coffee needs more ice. Do it again" Miss Bradshaw said sternly to one of her assistants.

"Yes, Miss Bradshaw. I apologize" she said as she took the glass from her and practically ran past them.

Miss Bradshaw rolled her eyes as she sat back down in her chair that was behind her illustrious desk made of marble and glass. The whole office was decorated in white with black accents. The back wall behind her desk had floor-to-ceiling windows that had a breathtaking view of the city. He wouldn't mind having that view every day. "Jesus Christ, Michaela. Close the fucking blinds. There's a huge glare on my computer screen" she said to the girl who was sitting on the white leather couch that was going through some files. She shot up and apologized as she closed them. So much for the view.

The receptionist took a deep breath as she knocked on the frame of the office door lightly. Miss Bradshaw's head shot up. "YES?!"

She and Lance both jumped. "Lance Gross, ma'am. He's one of the new data entry clerks. Here's his file" she said as she handed it to her.

Miss Bradshaw gave her a "this bitch..." look as she sighed and opened the file and looked through it. Damn, she was much more beautiful up close. She was exotic. Was she a secret Kardashian the world knew nothing about? She was way more beautiful than all of them though. He shivered as goosebumps shot up his body. She was so sexy she gave him chills. And for some reason, this room was colder than the whole building. "I don't know why this is marked red. Phyllis screens the entry clients."

"Well, Phyllis is on vacation," the receptionist said squeamishly.

Miss Bradshaw rolled her eyes, "Fine, you can go" she said as she waved her off.

"Thank you. And that's a very nice blouse Miss Bradshaw" she said as she left.

"Mmmph" Miss Bradshaw said as she looked through his file. "Michaela give us a moment, make yourself useful elsewhere," she said to the girl and she nodded and left the room. "Close the door," she said to her and she jumped and closed the door behind her. "Have a seat Mr...Gross. I bet kids had a field day with that name" she said, not looking at him.

He sat down in the white chair in front of her desk. "Not that much. There was this guy with the last name Gaye, he got picked on a lot more than I did" he said as he flashed her a charming smile.

She looked up at him, looking offended, "Since you're new, I'll let that slide. But I don't have conversations with entry-level workers. I only talk to you in rhetorical questions and statements. You know what those are right?" she asked him.

"Yes ma'am."

"And don't fucking call me ma'am. It's Miss Bradshaw" she said.

"Sorry, Miss Bradshaw," he said as he smiled at her. She intimidated everyone else but her spoiled, high and mighty attitude turned him on.

"It's hot as fuck in here. Turn the thermostat down" she said as she picked up his file and looked through it.

She was cold? It had to be like 60 degrees in here. He got up and searched around the room for the thermostat and found it. It was 65 degrees. "It says it's 65 degrees, you sure?"

She looked up and gave him a "what?" look. "I don't care if it says it's 45 degrees, yes I'm sure. I'm fucking hot" she said sternly.

She sure was... "Yes Miss Bradshaw," he said as he turned it down a few notches. "Is 62 fine?"

"We'll see. I don't know who changed the temperature" she said as she put his file down. "I don't know why they brought you in here to see me. Or why you need to be seen at all. You're doing data entry for God's sake, a monkey can do your job am I right?" she said as he sat down. He was about to answer when he realized that was a rhetorical question. She pressed a button on her phone.

"Yes Miss Bradshaw?" a voice echoed through her phone's speakers.

"Escort Mr. Gross here to see Mr. Anderson and ask Elicia where the fuck my iced latte is?" she said and hung up abruptly. She sighed, "Fucking...idiots," she said.

Lance smiled as he watched her roll the annoyance off her beautiful shoulders. She said 'fuck' a lot. And he liked that. He loved that shit actually. She probably talked a lot of shit while she threw it back on you...

"Why the fuck are you staring at me?" she asked him. He looked elsewhere but soon looked at her again. "Do I intimidate you, Mr. Gross?"

"No," he said simply.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? That will change" she said.

"You wanna bet?" he asked and she raised her eyebrows again.

She almost laughed in mock annoyance, he bet she had a beautiful smile. "I don't make bets. There's no point."

"Why?"

"Because I always win."

Lance chuckled, "There's a first time for everything."

"No," she said simply, "There isn't."

"Oh so you're just scared then" he said and she raised her eyebrows at him again. Like she said, she never had conversations with people around here. All she did was bark orders.

Before she could answer, a couple of knocks came at the door. "WHAT?" she barked and the doors opened. Elicia ran in with a new iced latte and another very cute-looking girl followed her. "Finally," she said as she sipped on her iced latte. "Guess that'll do," she said as she looked at the other girl. "Penelope. Take Mr. Gross to see Mr. Anderson" she said and she nodded. "Oh and Lance," she said and he smiled at the way she said his name. Wonder how it would sound with her screaming it? "He'll be training you and watching you closely to see how fast you pick up on working the database. Don't fuck it up" she said to him.

"Oh I won't," he said and Penelope and Elicia stared at him in shock. He replied back?

Miss Bradshaw just sighed, "Get out of my office," she said to them and they left.

It was almost the end of the day and Lance picked up how to work the database quickly. It was easy. He asked about Miss Bradshaw, he noticed her first name was Claudia on her nameplate. The guys described her as an Ice Queen, an uber bitch. She was beautiful but cold as ice. Like the way she liked her office. No one dared pursue her. None of them even knew if she was single, dating, married, or divorced. One guy even said that "her pussy was probably so cold that it would probably freeze your dick off."

Yes, Claudia Bradshaw had an ice box where her heart used to be. She refused to fall in love but she did. And like a fool, she got her heart broken and her life changed. She wasn't a sunny, obedient, optimistic Claudia who worked at entry-level. She worked her way up, not caring who she stepped on. Now she was the Ice Queen of this place and she liked it that way. No one dared come near her, especially the men. She intimidated them.

Men. They were nothing but trouble but didn't want to deal with the trouble they make. Fuckers. Fuck men, fuck them all, she didn't need them.

Especially this guy she was talking to. Her boss. He was a dipshit, and she couldn't wait to take his job. "Fine, anything else?" she asked him. "I will get that taken care of," she said and hung up on him.

She got out of her chair, not wanting to do this but she knew none of her assistants would be capable of putting their foot down. She went downstairs and walked down the hall to the room where all the data entry worker's cubicles were. All the guys were getting ready to leave, joking amongst themselves when she walked in. All conversations, laughs, and even breathing stopped. "I need one of you to stay late," she said to them. They all looked at her with fear. "Don't all jump at once" she said. "Fine, I'll choose your fate for tonight," she said. Each guy looked scared, she could imagine each one of their inner voice's praying that she didn't pick them. Her eyes then fell on the new guy. He was smirking at her. "What the fuck are you smirking at?" she asked him and they all looked at him. He straightened up but a laugh slipped out in response. "Ok smartass, you're staying for the night. The rest of you leave before I change my mind" she said and they all ran out at lightning speed. She put a stack of papers on his desk. "Enter those in the system and then mail them out," she said.

"Alrighty," he said with a shrug. She rolled her eyes and walked out but she could feel his eyes on her and...a strange sensation ran through her body. Most of the men here looked at her eyes only or were too afraid to look at her at all.

She went back to her office and continued to work as everyone left. She stayed late every night. In order to take her boss's job, she needed to work overtime.

Besides, the penthouse at the Trump Towers that she got in the divorce was too big and she hated being there alone. She let her hair down from the tight bun it was in and took off her designer glasses and got to work. Once the sun started to set, she opened the blinds and stared down at the twinkling lights of the city. The skyline of Manhattan was the only beautiful thing left in this world. Everything else was fucking ugly.

"Beautiful view huh?" a voice said and for the first time in a long time, she jumped out of her skin. She turned around and saw Lance standing there with the stack of papers.

"You fucking scared me."

"Sorry Miss Bradshaw. I'm done with these papers" he said.

"You are?" she asked and looked at the clock. It was barely 7:30, he did all of that in less than 3 hours?

"Yep. It was easy. A monkey can do my job" he said as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at her.

"Mmmph," she said as she walked back to her desk and sat down and took a sip of her dry martini.

"Martini's, iced latte's. Do you have a secret bar and Starbucks in here that Mr. Anderson didn't show me on the tour?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said. "Well since you are done, you are free to go," she said as she started typing on her computer. But he didn't move. "Well?"

"What?"

"I was waiting for a thank you."

She gave him a look. "Don't push it" she said. "Your first day is technically over, now I'm treating you like everyone else."

"Wish I could say the same for you. But I can't treat you like any woman here. You're that beautiful. You're that special" he said.

She looked at him and found herself getting lost in his eyes. "Listen. If you are trying to fuck your way to the top, you came to the wrong girl."

"Who said anything about fucking?" he asked her innocently and she bit her lip when he said "fucking" as a sensation surged between her legs. What the fuck was that? She finished her dry martini and sighed.

"Well if you're gonna stay, make yourself useful. Can you make a dry martini?"

"I used to be a bartender," he said with a smile as she tossed him a keyring.

"The door in the back of the break room. It's locked. That's where my secret bar is. All the ingredients are there. Don't steal anything, I have cameras installed" she said and he nodded and left. Soon he came back and she took a sip of the martini, "Wow delicious" she said, impressed.

"Wow did I impress Miss Bradshaw? I have a feeling that doesn't happen here."

She laughed accidentally. "It doesn't."

"Did you just smile? Did you just laugh? My God, it's a night of firsts."

"Shut up," she said as she tried to hide her smile as she continued to sip on her martini.

"Have you eaten?"

"Nope. Go ask another girl out."

"I wasn't asking you out, I was asking you in. We can order something" he said. She looked at him. Come to think of it, she was hungry. She only nodded and gave him her order. When he came back with the food, she took a break and they ate in silence.

"Thank you," she said as she finished her plate.

"Excuse me?" he asked her with a laugh.

"I thanked you goddamnit, it's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal to me," he said charmingly. She almost smiled but looked away. He watched as she leaned forward in her seat and reached her hand behind her neck and started massaging the back of it. He got up and walked behind her. "Let me," he said.

"No, I-" but she stopped when he put his hands on her shoulders and started massaging her. It felt good. She let her eyes close and let her head fall forward so her chin rested against her collarbone. His strong hands felt good, she could feel the tension leaving her body, and boy did she have a lot of it.

"God you're tense," he said huskily into her ear.

Don't fall for it, she thought and stood up and walked away from him. "Ok you're free to go now," she said to him.

"But what if I don't wanna go?" he asked her.

"What are you trying to do here Mr. Gross?"

"I can't leave because I don't want to. I want what I want and when I find it, I won't stop until I get it. I bet you're the same way."

"I am -"

"So...what's something you want that you have been working hard to get?"

"My boss's job," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. He laughed. "You?"

"I want you."

She scoffed. "Well, you can't have everything."

"Really? What if I told you the same thing?"

"That doesn't apply to me," she said, "You'd be wrong."

"Sounds like we're the same person," he said and she felt his breath near her cheek. She didn't realize that during this exchange he was getting closer and closer to her. His breath smelled like peppermint. What was he trying to do here?

"If you...touch me...I'll...scream..." she warned him in a small voice as her body trembled, he smelled good too.

"That's the point," he said. She looked at him with another raised eyebrow. "You know what else I want?" he asked. She just shook her head no. "You smell like vanilla...but I wonder if you taste like that too?" he asked her as he licked his lips.

She gasped quickly and the huge intake of breath made her cough as she walked away from him.

"You alright?"

"No...it's...hot in here."

"Seriously?"

"YES!" she said as she rushed to the thermostat. It was at 62 degrees and she turned it down to 60.

"Are you trying to turn me into an ice tray? Keep playing around and I may be frozen to this very spot and I'll never leave" he said with a smirk. She just shook her head. He shivered and said, "I'll be right back" and walked out of the room. What was he up to now?

She sighed and sat down behind her desk and looked at her computer but she couldn't concentrate now. He walked in with a bucket of ice. "What's that for?"

"To cool you down since you're hot," he said to her.

"If you pour that on me, you're dead."

"I won't pour it on you," he said as he sat on her desk next to her. He stared at her and she looked away, when she looked back up, his lips were on hers. She tensed up and was about to slap him but she felt herself getting soft.

Like she was melting.

She hasn't kissed a man in a long time. She hasn't felt wanted in a long time and soon months of lust and suppressed emotions poured out of her. He pulled her out of her chair and she stood in between his legs as he sat on her desk. He held her close and reached around and grabbed her huge ass in his hands. She moaned, when guys grabbed her ass, it made her weak...

...and she melted some more...

"It's hot in here" she moaned into his mouth. He smiled as he kissed her neck and reached into the ice bucket and took out a piece of ice. It started to melt in his hands and he let the drops of water drip onto the cleavage that was showing through her blouse. He then ripped her blouse open, buttons coming undone and flying everywhere and he let the ice drip down her breasts, neck, and stomach. She gasped as he held another piece of ice up to her red lips and it melted in her mouth. She licked the liquid off and he caught her tongue with his. He picked her up and turned her around and sat her on the desk. He leaned her back so she was laying on it and pushed her pencil skirt up so that it was around her waist. He bit his lip as he looked at her french laced La Perla panties. He ripped those off too.

"You know there's a rumor going on, saying you're the Ice Queen. Someone said you could freeze someone's dick off" he said. She laughed at the absurdity. "Let's see if they're right?"

She got wet at that last statement. He was going to give it to her? Right here? On her desk? He picked up a piece of ice and rubbed it against her folds. She called out due to the freezing sensation she had down there but she loved it.

"Wow. It's melting...you're so wet...maybe they're wrong" he said as he massaged her with the piece of ice. Her wetness melted the piece of ice and he held the piece that was left of it in between his teeth. He started licking her folds and she gasped and when she did so, the piece of ice was sucked inside her. It melted in an instant and came out as liquid. "Damn Claudia...your pussy is on fire...you ain't no Ice Queen at all," he said as he got another piece of ice. "Just relax," he said, "Ima take care of you. It's a shame no one has."

Yeah, it was a shame. A damn shame. She called out as he ate her out with the ice cubes in his mouth and ironically it set her on fire. The twinkling lights of New York City shined brightly behind him and she closed her eyes as she squeezed his head in between her thighs. Where did he learn this? What other secrets were out there like this? She melted every piece of ice he brought to her and she lapped it up and returned it into warm liquid and he lapped it up.

"Ahhhhhh fuck!!!"

He moaned as he continued to eat. She tasted better than the dinner he had earlier. She grinded on his face and he lapped it up, he fingered her as he licked and massaged her clit with his tongue and soon her body started shaking uncontrollably and soon she came. She came like a water fountain, a fire hydrant...you get the point. And he didn't miss one drop as she called out his name.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhh Lance...ohmygod..." she said as she lay there limply on her desk. He helped her sit up and she laid her head against his chest. She could fall asleep right here. "You don't know how long it's been...."

"I think I have an idea. Too long" he said and she laughed. She hasn't laughed, smiled, or had a normal conversation or dinner with anyone in months. Let alone have sex. And she never had anyone eat her out with ice cubes in their mouth.

"Come home with me," she said as she looked up at him.

He smirked, "You want more?"

"Don't you?" she asked. He laughed as he kissed her and she picked up her ripped panties and put her Chanel trenchcoat on over her ripped blouse and left out the door. The town car was waiting and they both got in and they sat there blissfully in the backseat as they were driven across town to the Trump Towers. "You gotta understand that I have to fire you now?" she asked as she looked at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Really?"

"There's a fraternization rule," she said, "But I already got two jobs for you. I have connections," she said as she reached into her purse and pulled out a series of business cards. "Call him. Tell him I sent you. He'll pay you precisely $3 more an hour anyway."

"Wow, thanks Boss Lady," he said to her. "What's the other job?"

"You can be my sex slave," she said with a smile and laughed. He smiled back. He loved that smile of hers.

"Oh yeah? How much will I get paid?"

"It's volunteer only but you gain experience," she said haughtily as they pulled up to the Trump Towers. "You interested?"

"Of course I am," he said. They went up to her illustrious penthouse and they went straight to the kitchen and opened the freezer.

By the next morning, they both were sore and slightly numb and out of breath...and all her ice trays were empty...

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