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As the elevator rises from the lobby to the Crown and Black offices, I simmer as I sink against the wall. My mind replays the events of last night for the thousandth time, up to our parting.
He had me lick his swollen, thick cock clean with my tongue. He used his fingers to push his cum from my lips and my chin and into my mouth. Then he removed the toys from my body, uncuffed my wrists, and, while I was still blindfolded, patted my cheek and called me a good girl.
“Don’t move,” he’d ordered after that. “Stay where you are and count to three hundred. Three hundred, and only then you may leave. Not before.”
I’d shivered as his teeth nipped at my earlobe.
“I’ll know if you do. And bad things happen to bad girls who break my rules.”
Needless to say, I counted to three hundred.
Slowly.
I spend the morning trying to focus on a single piece of work in front of me. But it’s almost impossible. First, because all I can do is replay what happened last night. And second, because I keep glancing at my watch.
The auditions are today. At noon. And even though every neuron inside of me screams to just forget this insanity, another part of me can’t.
Won’t.
Doesn’t want to.
And slowly, as noon approaches, my resolve hardens.
I’m going to do this. I have to do this. My dad gave up his entire world for me and my mom. He left everything behind for us, even lost her in the process of trying to forge a new life for us all.
If it takes fake-marrying my control-freak boss to repay that? So fucking be it.
So at noon, I put the away message on my email and slip out quietly before Elsa, Cassidy, or anyone else can ask where I’m going.
Crown and Black occupies the top three floors of a stunning building on Madison Avenue in midtown. The first floor is “the pit”—the open floor plan full of cubicles with busy-bee interns, associates, and lowly of counsel attorneys. The first floor is also where the break room is, a few conference rooms, and the offices for both equity and non-equity partners.
A sweeping glass and steel staircase in the middle of this leads up to the second floor and the glass offices that form a ring above the pit, looking down onto it. The name partner offices for Taylor, Alistair, and Gabriel are here, along with more conference rooms. The third floor houses the legal libraries, boardroom, and offices of the board members.
It’s a huge, stunning office space. And it would be a tad hard to have “fake wife auditions” anywhere here without the entire office knowing about it within ninety seconds.
But from seeing Christina’s NDA the other day, I know the auditions are being held in an auditorium-type space that Crown and Black occasionally rents down on the tenth floor. So that’s where I get off the elevator, following the sounds of women talking until I round the corner and see a small sign taped to the wall with an arrow that says “auditions.”
Jeez.
I follow more signs until I get backstage of the auditorium. Crown and Black has held company-wide quarterly meetings here. I’ve also seen it rented out to motivational speakers, conferences, and even a Comic-Con type event about a year ago.
The backstage area has a number of dressing rooms and a big open greenroom space like you’d see at tryouts for American Idol or something.
There are already perhaps twenty women ranging between early twenties and maybe mid-thirties standing and sitting around the room, and a few of them glance my way when I walk in. One or two look at me with narrowed eyes, like they’re assessing the competition. But I ignore them with polite smiles before walking over to a side table with snacks and coffee urns.
“Fumi?”
I whirl. I don’t know why I’m remotely surprised to come face-to-face with Christina Daniels—I mean, she’s literally the one who told me about this whole thing. But when we lock eyes, I flush with embarrassment.
“Ms. Daniels,” I smile politely as she bustles over.
Her perfectly manicured brows knit. “Wait, are you here for like…do we have a meeting?”
I shake my head awkwardly. “No, I…” I can feel myself blushing. Suddenly, her eyes fly wide.
“Oh my God!” she giggles, grabbing my wrists. “You sassy bitch! Are you here to audition?”
I shift uncomfortably. “I…”
