He backs away and I’m left looking on. he has a massive bulge against his pants but he grabs his jacket from the coat stand and hides it. He doesn’t even look at me as he leaves.
The door clicks shut and I’m alone in his office wondering when it was I either went crazy or stepped into the Twilight Zone.
I look down and shriek when I see the state of me.
Quickly, I push my breasts back inside my bra, fix my shirt and sit down by the window on the sofa to recover.
What the hell just happened?
Josh is my boss.
Josh, the man I met last night at The Dark Odyssey; the sex club, is my boss.
Josh is Joshua Tanner, Conrad Tanner’s son.
Fuck.
How did this happen?
Now I’m here sitting in Josh’s office wearing no panties.
No damn panties and I’m thinking about later.
I bring my hand to my chest as my heart speeds up.
I need…
Rachel.
The thought of my best friend has me standing.
I stand and I find the strength to move.
A very shocked Rachel stares back at me from the other side of the table.
We’re at the coffeehouse near the firm.
I made it to the little boutique nearby first before coming here so I could buy some panties.
I then made my way here to meet her, and I told her what happened. Everything.
This morning I saw a text on my phone from her saying she hoped I had safe sex.
With everything that’s happened, the fact that I didn’t have anything near safe sex is the least of my worries.
Now I can’t quite read her expression. I’m glad she stepped away from work to see me on such short notice, and I’m glad she didn’t bring Jia. The two work together at Rachel’s father’s marketing and advertising firm.
This piece of news isn’t for Jia’s ears yet.
“Rachel please say something, anything… I fucked up and I think I may have to work somewhere else.” That is something I’m not sure is even up for discussion.
Jesus Christ I went through hell to get the job at Tanners. All the stuff with Dad drained me and I know he’d be so ashamed if he knew I slept with a complete stranger and I was ready to continue my activities with the stranger without another thought.
Rachel holds out her palms and releases a breath.
“Okay… Giselle, please don’t hate me but I think you called me so I can give you my advice. That is correct, right?” she asks carefully.
“Yes. I did. Rachel… I’m a mess, maybe the shit with Kirk got to me more than I quite realize and it screwed with me big time. Then Dad’s death just left me feeling like… like I’m lost in the world. Maybe it gets to me more than he didn’t get to see me make it. You know?”