Office Pet

“Tell me, how much did you enjoy fingering yourself with panties covered with my dry cum?”

“Um…” I said nothing else because I needed a few minutes to gather my thoughts. I felt my cheeks flush. “Well… I think the video showed how much I enjoyed it.” My legs jiggled with nervousness, and I picked at my nails. “What do we do now?

“Now we’ll have a drink while we talk about our future.”

“I could really use a drink.”

Kane stood and left Melissa’s office, and like a new puppy, I followed.

He stepped behind the bar in the reception area and selected two highball glasses. “Whiskey okay?”

“Sounds good.” It sounded terrible, but I didn’t want to tell him how much I hated the taste.

After pouring two fingers of whiskey into each glass, he came around the bar and pulled out a stool for me. Like the obedient girl I was, I sat.

“Why so shy, Reese?” He frowned. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re not the same girl I met at the art gallery, or who videoed herself masturbating.”

“I’m very much the same girl,” I said, taking my glass of whiskey and swirling the amber liquid around a bit. “But you have to give me a few minutes to adjust to everything. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting your PA to know about a video of me fingering myself and neither was I expecting a non-disclosure agreement. Then on top of all that there’s Sloane who wants to kill me. She says everyone thinks I’m responsible for Simon losing his job.”

Kane took the stool next to me and sipped his drink. “I’m sure Melissa explained you can walk away whenever you want. No harm no foul.” He turned slightly and gazed out the window. “As for Sloane, I’ll handle her if need be. She’s nothing but a vicious little girl, but her father is a good man. Sometimes owing favors isn’t a good position to be in. If my sources are correct you filed a police report.”

I nodded. “I did, but like I explained to Melissa, Simon has vanished.”

“He’ll be found. I promise.”

I drummed my fingers against the bar top. “You wouldn’t get angry if I changed my mind about all of this, would you?”

Kane sighed, turned to me, and set his glass on the bar. His broad shoulders drooped a few inches as he spread out his hands in an open gesture. “Angry, no. Disappointed, yes. You wouldn’t have to worry about your job or your career. I’m not out to destroy lives unless your name is Simon.” He gave me a cheeky smile, one that made me giggle like a silly school girl.

There was no malice in his words or in his demeanor, and I honestly believed if I walked away, he would accept it with no questions asked.

“I won’t change my mind,” I informed him. “As crazy as it is—I want this. I want us. Whatever us means.”

He picked up his glass and swirled the liquor around and around before taking a small sip. “Tell me what you hope to get from this situation, Reese.”

My fingers found their way to my necklace, and I stroked the star pendant as if it were a safety blanket. “If I’m honest, I’m not sure.”

“If you’re honest, you would tell me how much you hate whiskey.”

I smiled. “Am I that obvious?”

“You might think I don’t know you, but I do. I know everything about you.”

“And that’s what scares me most. You see through the façade I present to the world.”

“You have no need to be scared or try and hide who you are from me.” He reached out and pressed his fingertips against mine as I clutched the necklace. “Is this a special necklace?”

“Sort of.”

“Tell me.”

“You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“I promise I won’t.”

Telling him about my paranoia with luck and superstitions would be enough to make him run for the hills, so, for now, I would give him the cliff notes version.

“I’m a little superstitious. This is a good luck charm.”

“Does it work?” He continued to run his fingers up and down mine, coming dangerously close to my breasts with each stroke.

“I met you, so I guess it does.” I looked deep into his chocolate colored eyes. He held my gaze.

“Interesting.” His lips quirked into a small smile. “I think people create their own luck through hard work and determination. I’m not sure if I buy into superstitions, talismans, and good luck charms, but if it makes you feel better who am I to judge.”

I was glad I hadn’t gone into how much I allowed the pursuit of luck to control my life. If I had, he would have thrown me out on my ear, or had me committed to the nearest nut house.

“What do you want to happen between us, Reese?” He wrapped his fingers around mine and lifted them to his lips. One by one he slowly sucked each fingertip.