like it. He’s probably snoozing at my desk or wandering around getting pets. He kept going into Mr. Baxter’s office like he was looking for him. I think he likes him, but is playing hard to get and being extra pissy because Mr. Baxter isn’t in the office today.
“We can try something else tomorrow for lunch if you like?” Kurt suggests.
“I’m sorry. I guess sushi just isn't my thing.” I feel kind of bad I didn't eat much. Then he went and paid for it, which makes me feel even worse.
“Don’t sweat it.” He elbows me lightly. “We have tomorrow.”
“I think I have lunch with Mr. Baxter.” If he’s in the office.
“He eats lunch with you too?” His eyebrows furrow together. “This is getting weirder and weirder.” He smiles about this, confusing me, as we walk to the dress shop.
“Here we are.” He opens one of the doors to the fancy store. With his other hand, he motions to a woman. “Carrie, can you help Georgia here? She’s going to the Seven Oaks Charity Gala this Friday and needs a dress.”
Before I know it, dresses are flying in and out of the changing room. Kurt is nice enough to take pictures of the potential winners for me. I love so many of them that I don’t know which one to pick.
I scroll through the photos. “I think I’ll send these to Mr. Baxter and see if he favors any.”
“You do that.” Kurt laughs.
I fire off the text messages, sending picture after picture.
Me: Do you like any of these?
I wait and wait. I guess he’s scrolling through them. I send at least ten. Finally my phone dings.
Mr. Baxter: Is that Kurt?
I look around to see if Mr. Baxter is here. How would he know that I’m with Kurt? Then I look back at the pictures. There’s a mirror. When Kurt took the photos, there was a reflection of him in each of them.
Me: He’s helping me pick out a dress. If you were at the office today, maybe you could have helped.
My finger lingers over the send button, and I know this is going to get me in trouble. I hit send.
“I’ll take them all,” I tell the excited sales lady. “Do you have anything in cat sizes?” I ask as she starts to ring me up.
She gives me a strange look and shakes her head.
I don’t even pay attention to the total; I just hand over Mr. Baxter’s black card and know that I’m definitely going to get a spanking for this.
11
Liam
The elevator isn’t moving fast enough. I stab the button again and again as the carriage rises at its usual rate. I intended to get some distance today, to clear my head. After all, Georgia Lavine is just a means to an end. My obsession with her--that is to say, my burning need to make her an exemplary employee--is fogging my vision. So I decided to work from home. But then … But then, she went on a lunch date with that piece of shit Kurt? No. This cannot stand.
When the doors open, I burst into the hall and storm toward my office.
My sunshine is sitting there, her eyes on me, her mouth slightly open, her infernal cat perched on the corner of her desk.
“Mr. Baxter, I didn’t expect you back until--”
“My office. Now.” I shove the doors open and walk to my desk.
She comes in--no knock--and hurries over to me. Color is already high in her cheeks, and her nipples are hard under her pink sweater. My mouth waters, and I decide it’s time I get a look at her. All of her. But first …
“Bend over.” I grit the words out. “Hands on my desk.”
“Did I do something wrong?” She looks at me, her words highlighted with hints of deviousness.
“You know what you did.” I grip her hips and splay my hand on her upper back, pushing her to my desk. Her round ass juts out, her skirt giving me a perfect view of her thick thighs.
“I was just trying to get a dress you’d like,” she whimpers.
“With Kurt?” I hike her skirt all the way up. “No panties,” I hiss.
“Oops.” She spreads her legs a little wider, giving me a view of her wet cunt.
She’s breaking me, destroying my professionalism with each drop of sweetness she unleashes. I want to shove inside her so hard she feels me for a week, to feel her squeezing my cock until I come all over her round ass, coating