The Opportunity

Seeley Booth is the CEO of a prominent communications company and one of the most powerful men in the industry. Temperance Brennan is a brilliant young analyst who comes into his employ and gets far more than she bargained for.

AU: NC-17, Domination/submission themes, eventually pretty hardcore

Disclaimer: Do these really matter? Oh, ok. I DISCLAIM

Author's note: Thanks for the fantastic reviews, I live to serve. Many of you have mentioned the fact that it doesn't really seem like the B/B dynamic. I got the idea from Spuffy FF (the Spike/Buffy pairing on Buffy the Vampire Slayer). Over in that world they've been writing FF for a long time (hell, I think they invented it!). Because they've been doing it for so long, a lot of the stories have gone waaaayyy off canon, basically retaining the two main characters and throwing out almost everything else. Except for the hot monkey love. So that's what I'm trying out here. Keep reading and reviewing. I like feedback. It tastes good.

Chapter 1

Booth leaned over and pressed the intercom to buzz his secretary, never taking his eyes off the tall brunette seated in front of him, her resume perched primly on her lap. "Ms. Hawley, hold my calls if you will. I'm interviewing and don't want to be disturbed."

A disembodied voice answered in the affirmative. "Certainly, Mr. Booth. Let me know if you need anything."

He turned his attention back to the attractive young woman sitting in front of him. She was about 30, slim, but curvy. Her black suit contrasted with pale milky skin and luminous blue eyes. She had cheekbones so sharp they looked like they could cut glass and a strong assertive chin. Her haircut was a little severe, he thought, the bangs too short, but the rest was lusciously long and flowing over her shoulders. She was attractive. Stunning even. And very, very ripe. He shifted in his seat, feeling his cock come to life.

With a short cough, he cleared his thoughts and without ceremony held out his hand for her resume. She stood and walked over to the desk to hand it to him, her hand trembling slightly. Her pencil skirt hugged all her curves, her legs long and shapely in her high heel pumps, and the shirt under her blazer was creamy silk and lace. The kind of shirt that without the blazer, would be too revealing. He wondered how soft her skin was.

She stood stiffly, for a moment, in front of his desk feeling like an errant schoolgirl. She really needed this job and wanted to make the best impression possible. This was one of the finest communications companies in the world, and getting a job here would be a dream come true. She knew she was highly qualified. She just needed to show it. She cleared her throat nervously, trying to get a hold of herself.

He didn't glance up as her read her resume. She felt awkward standing there, so she returned to her seat. He quickly looked up and admired her backside as she did so.

"I think you'll see, Mr. Booth," as she sat, crossing her shapely legs, "that I'm highly qualified for the job, that I have worked extensively in global communications analysis and am very passionate about my career and would be very excited to work for you. I'm tri-lingual, French, English, and Spanish, and I even know a bit of conversational German, which I understand is important because there is an outpost in Berlin. " She knew she was prattling on, and longed to stop herself. It wasn't helping that this man, her potential boss, was the most attractive man she had met in a long time. He exuded power, his blue pin-stripe suit impeccably cut, blue dress shirt opened at the throat, no tie. Shoes shined and wearing, oddly what appeared to be a big red belt buckle that said "cocky." Interesting, she thought. He seems to have a wild streak. I wonder how he is in bed. She flushed pink and stopped her rampant thoughts. Then she realized with horror she was still talking. "And without expanding into the West Coast market it will be difficult to retain our position as an industry leader and gain revenue in the next few critical years. I can make the kinds of decisions that can lead us to that place."

He was half-listening to her speak, his fingers making a triangle under his chin. He knew he was supposed to be professional, ask her questions about previous positions, but really he was dying to know how she would feel about him bending her over his desk and fucking her. Her legs were bare, he noticed with a flick of his eyes. Maybe she wasn't wearing panties either. His mouth went dry at just the thought of it.

He held up a hand for her to stop speaking, picked up her resume and began reading again. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest and into her lap. If she had to go back her old job, she thought, she might just pack up and leave for the Himalayas. She shuddered. Her old boss was smart, but creepy, putting his hands on her every chance he got. HR just laughed when she complained, stating he was harmless and she should just ignore him. She loathed him and had only stayed because she was learning so much.

He interrupted her thoughts. "It seems, Ms. Brennan, that you don't really have any experience in the executive field. Would you like to explain why, exactly, you would apply for a position as an executive vice president without it? Why would I possibly give you this job?" He voice was calm. Measured. But his pulse was thumping loudly in his throat and he wondered is she could see it.

Her heart stopped. This is it, she thought. I'm going to get shot down and have to crawl back to that creep. Or hit the streets and hope to find another job fast. She sighed to herself. That's a long shot in this economy, she thought dejectedly. She took a deep breath and spoke, trying to keep the panic down and appear upbeat and confident.

"Yes, Mr. Booth, this is true, but I think you'll find I'm ready for the responsibility and the …."

He cut her off with a cough and a raised hand. "I'm sorry, Ms. Brennan, but I really need someone ready for this. Someone with years of experience. I can't afford to play professor to student." He smiled at her condescendingly and stood. "I thank you for your time. I'll keep your resume on file and let you know if we need anyone more junior." He looked down at the papers on his desk ignoring her.

She panicked, "Please Mr. Booth, I can prove to you how good I can be." She stood, her hands clenched together, her face flushed and eager.

A wild thought occurred to him. He paused, then looked up, taking in her nervous form. "Well, there is one thing you could do."

"Anything," she said in a rush. She blushed again at his raised eyebrow, realizing how brazen she sounded.

He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on the armrests. "It would be against company policy and perhaps against the law." His jaw was set, his eyes unreadable.

One part of her brain told her to just say no, no matter it was. But the other part of her brain answered instead. "Um, ok…" she said nervously. "What is it?"

"And it certainly would not be very pleasant for you." His face broke out into a wicked smile. "Or perhaps it would."

At first she thought it might be some kind of menial labor or corporate espionage. But clearly he was talking sexual favors.

"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Her mouth drew into a thin angry line.

"Oh yes," he said, his eyes never leaving her face. "One month. Devoted to me. Anything I ask. After one month, you'll get a position at a senior level instead of a junior one, a very generous salary, and a 2-month yearly vacation. You'll have a whole division reporting to you and you can even move to any of our 5 offices, here or in Europe, if you wish."

"And I will never ask anything of you again. You will be just an employee. Albeit an employee I'll have fond memories of." The corners of his mouth turned into a cold smile.

Her jaw dropped open, her eyes widened, and she felt her whole body go into a state of shock. Then, with a crash, her face fell and her heart sunk down into her chest. This was not what she had in mind when she thought of moving to the top. Sleeping with a superior was abhorrent to her. She had always relied on her skills, her professional demeanor, and her willingness to work very, very hard. She rose from her chair about to give him a piece of her mind when he cut her off.

"You have one month with me, then one month to prove yourself worthy of the job." His eyes twinkled. "Just so you don't think you are sleeping your way in."

She wasn't sure what to say. Her mind told her to throw her shoulders back and march out the office and straight to the HR department, but her feet wouldn't listen. There was something so magnetic about him. He radiated confidence and sexuality. Her eyes shot to his hands. She had always judged a man's sexual prowess by his hands. His hands were big, slightly calloused, like he did manual labor instead of run a Fortune 500 company. Just looking at his hands, she felt her girl parts gush, her panties growing wet.

"I can't," she blurted out. "It's just not right."

The light immediately went out in his eyes and he walked around to her, his demeanor instantly professional and cold. He held out his hand. She took it reluctantly and was shocked at the lightening bolt that ran from her hand directly to the pit of her stomach.

He dropped her hand. "Well, in that case, it was nice to meet you Ms. Brennan. I hope our paths cross again." He took her elbow and led her to the door. Her legs were jelly and it took every bit of strength she had to walk in a straight line. He went to open the door and she stopped it with her hand.

She turned to him, moving to put her back against the door, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Would you…" she stumbled on the words, half whispering them, "would you hurt me?"

His eyes blazed as he looked down at her. "Nothing permanent.," he whispered. He moved a step closer to her, his chest an inch away and his breath hot on her cheek. "It wouldn't be easy for you though. I like my women very, very pliant." Whatever resolve she had left seeped out of her, her knees going soft, her body seconds from falling softly to the ground.

She held her breath, as his mouth descended to hers, his body moving in to push her roughly against the door. He tasted a little like bubblegum, which, for some reason was very endearing and off-putting. But he smelled manly and wonderful, like the sea. He explored her mouth softly, his tongue reaching out to entangle hers, the heat between them bursting forth in little explosions. Lightening bolts of pleasure shot through her center, and she found herself aching and reaching for him. Her arms came up and clung to his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his hips grinding her into the door. She could feel how hard he was, pressing against her mound, her thin skirt and his trousers not thick enough to disguise the searing heat. She rocked her hips into him.

His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, peppering her with hot kisses. He cupped her breast and growled softly. "So perfect," he murmured.

She felt herself turning to goo. If it kept up much longer she'd be a puddle on the floor that would have to be mopped up by the janitor at the end of the day. Her mind was in a lustful haze as he ground against her, his entire body melding into hers. She opened her eyes lazily and over his shoulder saw his office. Then she remembered herself and where she was. She was practically begging this sexy, powerful man for a job and a quick screw. What was wrong with her? She took a deep breath and pushed him away.

"I have to go, I can't do this," she said breathlessly, looking down, unable to meet his gaze, her face flushed and flaming.

He broke from her reluctantly, reaching out to straighten her clothes.

"Of course," he said, the mask of indifference descending again. "It was, um, nice to meet you." He stepped back further from her.

"You too, " she said, feeling stupider by the minute. She had to get out of his office and now. She put her hand on the doorknob when his voice stopped her.

"And Ms. Brennan. Just so you know. That would be the nicest you'd ever see me. Normally I'm not so… kind."

Her body flooded with pleasure as she thought of what this man could do to her.

"Consider my offer."

"Uh…ok," she said stumbling over her words. "Goodbye." She fled from the office, barely managing to walk past all the offices and cubicles without breaking into a run. The elevator was mercifully empty and she sagged against the back wall.

What was that?" she thought. How did something like a job interview turn out to be the most erotic experience of her life?

Booth sat back down and turned to face the wall of windows behind his desk. He looked out onto 5th Ave and sighed, sinking down further into his chair. What had made him make an offer to a woman like that? Normally he kept business and pleasure separate and he had never slept with someone from work. His sexual partners tended to be young, beautiful, and very submissive, exactly the way he liked them. This woman could hardly be called submissive. She seemed assertive, highly skilled and frankly, just right for the job. But he wanted her. Wanted her from the first moment he set eyes on her. And this was the only way he was going to get her.

Plus, making a slave of a woman like that would be challenging, to say the least.

Author's note: Well, what do you think? I hope it's not too out of character. I know it loses some of the awkward, freaky intelligence thing Brennan has, but maybe captures her vulnerability? Reviews please. And don't be afraid to be critical. I'm a tough cookie. I can take it.