Possessive Boss

“But you called, dear. So clearly you’re not.”

“I called to confirm what I suspected about Darin.”

She lets out a sigh. “Dear—”

“You can do what you want, Mother. But I’m going forward with this. If Darin’s been using my company for his own illegal gain then I’m going to put a stop to it. Whether the feds are involved or not.”

She’s quiet for a long moment. I’m not sure what she’s thinking. I know in her mind, the family’s good name comes above all else. There are few things more important to Sylvia Lofthouse than making sure the Lofthouse reputation remains intact and powerful.

“Very well,” she says. “If that’s what you need to do. And if you’re not clean, dear, make sure you aren’t implicated. Clean your own house first.”

I clench my jaw. Of course she doesn’t care if I’m up to something illegal, so long as I don’t get caught and it doesn’t hurt the family. “I’m clean,” I say.

“Good. Then do what you need to do.” She sighs dramatically. “You boys are a never-ending source of headaches for me, you realize that.”

“Please. You love this sort of thing. You get to flex the family muscle.”

“Well. Maybe a little bit.” She laughs lightly. “Just be careful. If that Darin boy is a part of his family’s business, there are some very dangerous people involved. Don’t get mixed up with them.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” She sighs. “Well then. I suppose I have some calls to make.”

“Be discreet, Mother. I don’t want Darin tipped off.”

“Oh, dear. I am more discreet than you can imagine.”

Without another word, she hangs up.

I rotate my chair and look out the window. I stare at the lights outside, at the other buildings. The setting sun reflects off the glass and I close my eyes for a long moment before reaching for the phone again.

This time, I call Val. She answers right away.

“Hey, Jacob?”

“Valerie.” I let her name roll off my tongue like silk. “How was work today.”

“Boring.” She laughs a little. “You?”

“Boring,” I say. “I know you’ve been waiting to hear from me.”

“A little anxiously,” she admits.

“I’m going to help you. I said it last night, and I’m saying it again. But before we move forward, I need one thing.”

“Yes?” She sounds a little breathless.

“I need an act of devotion.”

She’s quiet for a long beat. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow, wear a skirt to work. You may not wear tights. And you may not wear panties.”

She doesn’t speak. I count the seconds off, a smile on my face.

“Skirt… no panties. Tomorrow.”

“That’s right,” I say. “And I’m going to check.”

“You will?”

“I will.”

She pauses again. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”

“No, Valerie. It’s what I need. Skirt, no panties.”

“I’m going to get looks, you know. A skirt without tights to work…” She trails off.

“You’ll survive. I want you to get looks. I want you to feel embarrassed. Because the whole day you’ll think about how you’re completely bare underneath that skirt, just waiting for me to lift it up and feel how devoted you are. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she whispers.

“Good girl. You do this act of devotion, and I’ll make sure I return the favor.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

I hang up the phone before she can speak.

I lean back in my chair with a smile on my face.

Things are fucked up. Things are spiraling out of control around me.

But at least there’s Valerie and her gorgeous, supple body. At least there’s the way she looks at me, with hunger in her eyes.

Sweet Valerie. I’ll give her what she needs… and take plenty for myself.9ValMy walk to work this morning is… interesting.

I feel freezing. I mean, it’s not cold out or anything. It’s actually pretty comfortable. But the breeze moving up between my legs is…

Okay, well, it’s totally weird.

I know that’s gross. But I have no underwear on, just a skirt, and everything’s exposed. I walk with my head down and a hand holding down the front, even though it’s on the longer side. There’s no way it’ll blow up or anything. The hem hits just above my knee and it’s fitted, not loose, but still. I have no clue what I’m going to do once I’m actually in the office, but I’m not worrying about that.

I’m excited as I reach my building and head inside. I keep thinking people are staring at me, like they know that I don’t have panties on. Like they know that my boss told me to come in without them on. But of course they don’t.

Nobody knows. It’s my little secret.

And Jacob’s.

The thought sends a thrill down my spine.

I smile at Aimee and say good morning as I pass her desk. She smiles back, head cocked cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear. I nod and smile at a few more coworkers before sitting down at my cube.