And there, seated behind his desk in his leather chair, naked as the day she was born, was Nanette.
Zach let out a sigh. Why had he not been able to get through to her? He’d had his share of women, and most were fine when the end of the relationship came. However, a select few had not been able to accept the fact that he was done with them. Unfortunately, Nanette was proving to be one of the latter.
“Good afternoon, handsome. I trust you had an enjoyable luncheon?” Nanette smiled.
“What are you doing here, Nanette?”
Nanette flicked her gaze down to her exposed breasts. “I should think that’s fairly obvious.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that what we had is over?” Zach removed his jacket and hung it on his brass coat rack. “I no longer wish to have a personal relationship with you.”
“Well, it just so happens that I don’t accept that.”
“You have to. We are over. That is final. Now if you’ll kindly leave my office.”
Nanette stood. “All right, if you insist.” She stood, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her nipples perky and erect. She walked to his office door and opened it.
Zach gasped. “For the love of God, Nanette, put your damned clothes on!”
Nanette shut the door and turned, smiling. “I’m afraid I don’t have any in here, Zach.”
Zach looked around. Sure enough, not a shred of female clothing graced his office. “How in the hell did you get in here without any clothes?”
“I sneaked in from the costume room.”
“You’ve been running around my theatre stark naked?”
“Don’t be such a ninny. No one saw me.”
“You’d better hope to God no one saw you. I swear to you, Nanette, if I get one complaint about your behavior, you will no longer have a place at this theatre. I have a new lead soprano. While I can certainly use you in supporting roles, you are no longer indispensable. Any of the other sopranos can take your place now.”
Nanette’s eyes blazed with blue fire. “So you’re going to dismiss me now, are you?”
“I don’t want to dismiss you. I made that clear. I still have use for you here at the theatre. But if you find you cannot accept the fact that our relationship is to be entirely professional from here on, I will have no choice but to throw your arse out of here.”
“Oh, Zach,”
Nanette cooed. “You could never throw my arse out of here. Not when you’ve had so much fun fucking it.”
Zach let out a chuckle. “You’re a decent enough fuck. I’ll give you that. But your cock sucking leaves much to be desired. I’ve grown tired of it. I’ve grown tired of you.”
“So your perfect Lady Sophie sucks cock better than I do, then?”
He wouldn’t know. But he hoped to find out. “I am interested in Sophie’s voice. She has a gift, and she is finally willing to share it with the good people of Bath.” He hadn’t yet even shown Sophie his cock, but the thought of her rosy lips wrapped around it… Sophie was untried, had never been kissed, let alone sucked anyone’s cock. Already, though, he knew having his cock in her mouth would be infinitely better than having it in Nanette’s mouth. Lord, he wanted it.
“You will be sorry about this, Zach. I can make your life miserable.”
Zach seethed. Who did she think she was, anyway? “That’s it. You are dismissed from the theatre. Now get the hell out of here and put some fucking clothes on.”
She stomped out, her breasts jiggling, and slammed the door.
Good riddance. But now he had to completely redo all the schedules, substituting one of the lesser sopranos in Nanette’s role.
That damned bitch.
* * *
“Ally, Ally, what is it?”