down. “I thought we were going to have some fun.”
“We are,” he replies, looking up at me from his place on the floor.
“How is this fun?”
“Well,” he says, standing up now and reaching into his pocket. “You seem to think it’s fun to tease me when I can’t do anything about it, so I thought I’d have some fun of my own.” That’s when the hand in his pocket moves and a strong vibration goes off between my legs. I jump and he laughs.
He pulls the remote out of his pocket and shows it to me. “Whenever I feel like I may need some attention from you, I’m going to press this little button.” His finger moves to the button, pressing it and making my panties vibrate. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“You can’t expect me to wear these all day long! What if I just go into the bathroom and take them off?”
“If you’re not wearing these panties when we get home, I won’t touch you for the rest of the evening.”
My mouth drops open. “What? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious. Now, you may go back to your desk. Leave the door open. I want to hear you when I press this button.”
With a huff, I turn on my heel and leave his office, taking a seat at my desk.
Eighteen
Matthew
It would be too much fun to press this button the moment she sits down. But she’ll be expecting that. No, I plan on waiting until she’s managed to forget what she’s wearing—maybe a moment when she needs to be on the phone or addressing a client. That sounds like a lot more fun to me.
I set down the remote and get back to work, combing through piles and piles of paperwork. I get completely lost in it and forget all about the power I have sitting on the side of my desk—that is, until I hear the main office door open. My next client has arrived.
“Hello, Mr. Baron. I’ll let Mr. Lewis know that you’ve—” I hit the button. “Arrived!” she yells, making the old man jump.
I can’t hold back my laugh as she comes walking up to my door, legs squeezed together like she’s going to pee her pants at any second.
“Stop that!” she whisper-yells.
I take my finger off the button and put it down. “Your client is here,” she breathes out, her eyes as dark as midnight.
“Show him in, please.”
Mr. Baron enters and we shake hands as he takes a seat in front of me.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Baron?” I ask, but my eyes catch a glimpse of the remote on my desk and I pick it up, turning it over and over in my hands as I listen.
“I’d like to make some changes to my will. My wife just passed away and I need to move everything to my children’s names.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that, but I think we can get everything taken care of quickly and easily.”
He nods as I lean forward and start tapping on the keyboard, leaving the remote in my lap. I pull up the documents we need and print them off using the printer on the other end of my desk. I start explaining the paperwork—showing him how we’re taking one name off and replacing it with the names of his children. I watch as he signs the paper that states he’s authorizing this change, then he has to look everything over to ensure it’s correct, and sign again. As I’m waiting for him to approve of everything, the phone on my desk rings. How odd. She never calls when I’m with a client unless it’s urgent. I pick up. “Yes?”
She’s breathless. “Please, please stop pushing the button. I’ve already come three times.”
“What? I’m not pushing . . .” Then I look down at my lap and see that the remote is no longer there. It fell between my legs, and after so much shifting back and forth in my chair, it somehow wedged itself beneath me. I’m sitting on the remote. I lift up and she lets out a sigh. “Thank you,” she breathes out.
I can’t hold back my laughter. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention.”
“Mm-hmm.” She doesn’t buy it. Instead, she just hangs up the phone.
I wrap things up with Mr. Baron and show him to the door. Then I turn to face Poppy.
“I’m so sorry. I was sitting on the remote.”
“Yeah, well, that was perfect timing, because I