Another text appears. "Do you like Thomas watching you, flirting with you?"

I type in my response. "I like you watching me."

Even though there's no way he has his eyes on me now in this little space of a bathroom, it's like I can feel his approval anyway.

His text comes in quick. "Good girl."

Those two words shoot straight to my heart. I don’t know what it is, but I like knowing that I pleased him. I don’t even know this woman that I’ve become. I should be telling him off, not listening to his orders or seeking his appreciation. But I’ve also never felt anything like this before. I’ve never wanted a man like I want Mr. Tate.

Before I can ask him why I'm standing in an empty bathroom, the bubbles appear, letting me know that he's sending me another text. "I left you something. Check the inside pocket of your purse."

I pull my purse off my shoulder and set it on the counter, almost frantically searching, I unzip the pocket and reach in, pulling out the foreign object. I stare at it with my mouth hanging open. First of all, I have no idea how he put this in here. My purse is almost always with me. Well, except when it’s in my drawer at the office and I attend a meeting or go to the ladies’ room.

I take out the little silicone object and hold it in the palm of my hand. I've seen these before, but I've never owned one. I know exactly what it is. It’s meant to bring pleasure, and I can't believe that my boss just gave me a wearable clitoral vibrator.

My phone dings, and I almost drop the sex toy. I grab it in one hand and hold on to it firmly as I look at my phone. The text has me taking a deep breath. Just three words but it’s enough to make my whole body start to shake with adrenaline. I gulp and read it again. "Put it on."

"Holy fuck," I mutter. Surely, he doesn’t expect me to... what, put this on and just leave it there all day?

I can’t. And I’m about to tell him exactly that when he sends me another text. “Be a good girl, Sara. Put it on. I wanna play.”

Shit! Just his words in black and white on the screen of my phone have my panties wet. I don’t even have to touch myself to know that I’m soaked. There’s an ache in my lower belly, and a part of me wants to know what happens next.

But do I dare? I look at myself in the mirror and stare back at myself judgmentally. I’ll die if anyone finds out.

There are so many questions, but I’m not going to ask him. I’ll play his game... for now anyway.

Chapter 6

Daniel

She's mad. I can tell by the way that she stalks out of the restaurant that she is mad. I’m an asshole too because I like having her all fired up. After telling her to put it in, I got a response from her that said, "Now what?"

But I know she didn't like my answer because all I told her was, "I'll see you back at the office."

I stand in the alley and watch as she walks across the street, back toward our office. She's mad, and her eyes are like daggers as she stares all around, trying to find me. I stay hidden, though, because I know that I need this game to last a little longer. I need her to want me as much as I want her, and she's not there yet. She's not even close.

I wait five minutes after she walks into the office before I sneak in the back door and head up to my office. I turn the recorder on so I can hear her at her desk. It's normal day-to-day happenings. People are busy answering phones, talking, working. I pull the remote out of my pocket and stare at it. There are ten levels of intensity on it. I turn it on and hit the up button to turn it up to one level. I hear her gasp across the speaker of the listening device.

I guess I took her by surprise.

I smile, knowing this is going to be good. I stand up and go to the window that overlooks the first floor. If I stand to a certain side, I can see her, but she can't see me, and I watch as I turn the remote up to level two.

She jumps in her seat, and I see her smile over at Christy as if Christy asked her if she was okay. She has a smile frozen on her face as she looks all around the office, searching for me. I turn the remote up to level three, and her head falls back on the chair, her mouth forming a perfect “o.” She's so responsive. It makes me imagine what it's going to be like whenever I'm balls deep inside of her.

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