“You mean am I aware of your daily restroom breaks?” He ran a finger around the rim of his own whisky glass, dipped a finger into the amber liquid and stuck it in his mouth.
My body trembled. “You have cameras in the restrooms? In the stalls?” This time I picked up the bottle of whiskey and filled my glass to the rim. My hands shook so much that I splashed some of the liquor over the bar top.
Kane took the bottle from my hand, and at his touch, a shot of lust darted straight to my clit.
“Careful you’re spilling thousand-dollar liquor.”
The temperature in my body reached fever pitch, and my stress levels were so high I thought I might climax there and then.
“How is it legal to have cameras in the restroom?” If my voice got any higher, every piece of glass in the room would shatter.
For a few heart-stopping minutes, he gazed at me, contemplating me, and I took the chance to study him. The first two buttons of his shirt hung open and showed a dusting of dark hair. His eyes were hooded and were the deepest brown I’d ever seen. It would be so easy to get lost in eyes like those. His lower lip was slightly bigger than the top. Perfect for sucking on and for giving pleasure. His jaw was defined and chiseled with the slightest dimple in his strong chin.
I momentarily closed my eyes and willed the images assaulting my brain to vanish. Now wasn’t the time to fantasize about sexy times with my boss. Now was the time to figure out how to salvage my dignity.
When I opened my eyes, I almost moaned at the intensity I saw in his face.
He leaned in and whispered, “What and who do you think about when you finger fuck yourself in my restroom, Ms. Peterson?”
“I don’t do that,” I said, primly, my body shaking so hard I could hardly sit up straight. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I took another sip of whisky and savored the burn, it was starting to feel good.
He sat back and laughed as if I’d said the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
“You’re lying.” He leaned in closer, and his warm breath brushed against the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry there are no cameras in the restroom stalls, or in the restrooms. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Then how do you know what I’m doing in there?” I asked, my voice a strained whisper.
“Not every employee disappears into the restroom about the same time every day looking stressed and then reappears with flushed cheeks and a new go-get-’em attitude.” I looked at Kane with wide eyes and he shrugged. “I’ve been keeping a close eye on you, Miss Peterson. When I heard you were coming here with that asshole, I made it my business to be here, too. I wasn’t about to let him get anywhere near you. He’s lucky I didn’t break every bone in his body. I’m sorry he got as far as he did. I arrived later than I’d planned.”
I was unsure about how to respond to that information, but what I did know was that I needed to quit my job and move to another country. Another planet would be preferable.
“I’ll hand in my resignation on Monday, Sir.” I pushed off the barstool and stood. “I guess I’ll go home and hide for the rest of my life. It was nice meeting you. I didn’t mean to be so unprofessional about… well about everything.”
“Again with the Sir, Reese?” The husky depth of his words surprised me, and I froze at the use of my first name. “Only certain people get to call me Sir and for a good reason.” He leaned back in his barstool, took a swig of his drink and eyed me appreciatively. “What if I said I wanted you to finger fuck yourself right now?”
“Excuse me?” I glanced around the still packed gallery hoping no one had heard Kane’s salacious words. “What did you say?”
His chocolate eyes bore into me. His face was totally calm. “I want you to go to the restroom and flick your fingers over your hard clit. The way you do when you’re supposed to be working for me.” His voice, so low, growled over each and every word of his order.
I looked at him and my body started trembling again. Was he serious? Excitement dampened my panties. When Simon had propositioned me, it was sleazy and gave me the heebie-jeebies, but Kane propositioning me was sexy and alluring.
“You want me to do what?” I said, pretending to be scandalized. I even brought a hand up to my chest.
Kane’s eyes followed my hand and he let them roam over my ample cleavage. “You heard me, but if you want me to spell it out, I will. Go into the restroom hike up your dress, pull down your panties and push those fingers of yours inside your pussy.”