Chapter 6
Dylan
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble, parking around the corner from my office and watching Emily walk out of my office. I know that look on her face. She’s pissed.
I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I was waiting in the parking lot of the library watching the cameras, but then I lost track of her. It wasn’t her normal lunch break, and I knew she packed her lunch. I even slipped a little note in there telling her how much I loved her.
But instead of her going to eat in the break room like she did before, she disappeared. It wasn’t until I got a text from Jonathan telling me my wife just showed up at my office that I realized she gave me the slip. I never knew my wife had spy capabilities, but I was wrong.
When I watch her drive away, I run in the office and find Jonathan at his desk keying in invoices. He jumps up in shock when he sees me walk in.
“Mr. Wallace, your wife just left. I’ve had to push several meetings. Are you in your office today?” The words tumble out of his mouth as he follows close on my heels.
I ignore him and march back to my office. I’d watched her through the window as she strutted back there, then she walked out. I want to know what she did.
When I walk in, I look around and see crumpled fabric on the desk.
“Well, since you’re here now, I could go ahead and get the conference call started and it could replace the meeting you were supposed to have this morning.”
“I’m not here,” I say, as I walk over to my desk and find what looks like a rumpled handkerchief.
“Obviously you’re here. I just need to go over some things, and you’re not answering your emails. With all due respect, this really this isn’t the time to slack off. I’ve got people calling all hours of the day begging for appointments with you. This could be an amazing opportunity to double your profits from last year.”
When I pick up the scrap of fabric, I know instantly what they are. “Jonathan,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Yes, Mr. Wallace?”
“With all due respect, get the fuck out of my office,” I say, balling up her panties in my fist and seeing the handwritten note under them.
I don’t hear his response. I just know he does as I ask when the handle on the door clicks closed.
“What are you up to, Emily?” I ask as I pick up the note and read what it says.
Thought you might be hungry… Looks like I was wrong.
I have to work late, but don’t worry, I got the sitter to get the boys.
Love, Emily.
PS Don’t worry about paying her. She said you gave her plenty last night.
I curse as I ball up the note. The sitter didn’t know what I was up to yesterday, so my cover isn’t blown. But she knows I wasn’t at home like I said I was. Damn it, I should have told her to keep quiet about the cash. I had no idea how much I gave her. I just stuffed some bills in her hand and prayed she didn’t stay to chat with Emily.
Glancing down at my hand, I see the now familiar pale pink cotton panties I’d slid up her legs this morning. Which means right this second, my wife has her bare pussy wet and ready for the taking.
I growl as I stuff her panties into my pocket and then nearly yank my office door off the hinges before I stomp down the hall. I’m in a cloud of anger as I barrel down the hall, but I know I need to say something to Jonathan so he doesn’t just quit on me.
“Mr. Wallace, I’m so sorry—” He jumps up and tries to apologize, but I cut him off when I hold my hand up for him to stop talking.
“I knew when I hired you that you were a go-getter. I like that you’ve got initiative and you want to see the company grow. But you need to simmer down a few pegs and take a breath.”
He nods and I’m glad he’s silent.
“It’s my own fault. My last assistant did everything for me, and I let her. We’ll get there, it’s just going to take some time. For now, I need you to keep showing my calendar as full, but I’m not coming to the office. I’ll let you know when things need to change, and they will. I can’t keep working long hours like I have been. The whole point to building all this is so I could have the time I needed with my family.”
I take a breath and rub a hand down my face.
“Can I trust you to handle this place until I can get back?”