She needed to be taken seriously. I took her very seriously indeed. But her flustered reaction to me and to my secret life was amusing, nonetheless.
“Mr. William, if you’ll be so kind as to tell me what this mentorship program is all about now…” She swallowed audibly, then glanced at me. “…I’d be delighted to find out what it is that we’ll be working on together.”
Oh, I bet you will be, I thought, yet I was impressed at her composure.
She might be flustered, but she wasn’t allowing herself to be distracted. I found myself wondering what would distract her.
“I can see why you’re anxious to know,” I said, shucking off my jacket and draping it over the back of my chair, without turning to look.
I kept my eyes fixed on Jocelyn, willing her to back down.
To surrender.
She let out small, humorless laugh.
“I can tell you like to keep people waiting, but I’m sure you have things you need me to work on around here, that this is holding me up from.”
She was acting feisty, putting on a tough act, but I knew that it was because she wanted me to take her over my legs and spank her.
I also knew she was getting impatient and wanting me to hurry up. Her pussy was probably dripping for me.
“I’m the one who makes the rules and sets the timetables around here,” I told her.
Very deliberately, I unbuttoned my sleeves and rolled them up to my elbows. It was warm in the room, so she might not know that I was simply putting on a show. But I figured that she did. There wasn’t a woman in existence who didn’t quiver a little at the sight of an attractive man with rolled-up sleeves.
“My apologies,” she almost purred, without looking away. “It won’t happen again.”
“What have you found out about me?” I asked her, knowing that there had to be something and wondering if she would tell me.
I only wanted to know so that I could find out what she was so intrigued about, that she would get the valentine from me after hearing something about me and still come here to my office to have me do whatever it was she had heard.
I shut and locked the door and began walking back to the table.
“It would be a little out of the ordinary to discuss such things with my… potential boss… now, wouldn’t it?” she asked me, as I sat back down.
She sat opposite me, her fingers resting ever-so-slightly on the polished wood.
She looked at me, coolly.
“It might be unusual but it’s not unethical,” I told her. “What I do in my off hours, shall we say, are separate from my work life. Any kind of mentorship you have with me in here is not considered when it comes to your work for me out there.”
A cold smile spread across her face.
“I see. I was wondering about some of the activities you’ve been getting up to on your time off, Master William.”
Jocelyn was expecting a reaction. I know she was talking about the Dark Club. But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of letting her know this.
When I simply folded my hands atop the table and looked at her, expectantly, she deflated a little. She could almost hide it, but not quite.
“You really should be more careful,” she said, giving me that challenge she must know I loved. “Anyone looking into your life might find out you have certain… proclivities.”
She was right about that.
I had proclivities, alright.
If that was what she wanted to call them.
I uncapped a pen, and busied myself with the paperwork that was still sitting in front of me. “I’ll be sure to take that under advisement.”
She let out a small, incredulous noise.
“Are you really acting as if you’re blowing me off, Mr. Davies? You don’t think I know about your little secrets? I’ve heard about how you stand on a stage in leather pants, holding a whip, with a half-naked girl ready to be spanked.”
Keeping my eyes fixed on the paper, I continued to write. I didn’t let her know how glad I was that she had revealed what she knew about me. If she knew that and had still come to my office, then she must be down to play.
“Why are you here if you have a problem with such things, Ms. Harkins?”
There was a moment of silence. Finally, she sighed.
“I guess I should be the one asking you why you gave me a valentine asking me to come here.”
I stopped, smiled, and lifted my eyes to her pretty face.
“Maybe because I wanted you to come let me mentor you,” I told her. “In more ways than one.”
Her lips parted slightly, and she laughed, but with slightly less of the cold that she had been using at first.