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I wanted to check my laptop to see if Rena had responded, but we had our first meeting scheduled in less than an hour and Joe and I had to meet to run over what we needed to cover. I wouldn’t have time to check my personal email until later. It was a pity; I was curious. But if she had given me what I’d asked for, I wouldn’t be able to focus on the meeting. Maybe it was better this way.
Joe and I changed into a suit before we headed out to the factories. We had meetings with all the managers that handled our products. I wanted to find out if we could find parts cheaper and if we could streamline production somehow to push up our numbers. The file with the shitty numbers irritated me, and I wanted to fix it. Not only was I frustrated by the numbers, I was horny and on edge after dreaming about Rena all day. I needed to rub out an orgasm after the meeting to level myself.
“You look irritated,” Joe said.
I shook my head. “I just want to get this over and done with so our sales can pick up.” It wasn’t a total lie. I was pissed off about the numbers, too.
“We’ll figure it out. It’s one product, and shit happens.”
He was right, of course.
We stopped at the factory and walked in, meeting with the gentlemen to talk about our products. I only half paid attention to the meeting, knowing Joe was listening. My mind kept drifting to Rena. To the email she might be sending. To her naked body writhing on my desk.
I had been with a lot of women, but I hadn’t ever had any of them on my desk, and it was the hottest thing I had done to date. Maybe it was because it was forbidden. Doing what was wrong, breaking the rules, and having the thrill of getting caught was always more fun than doing things by the book. It was exciting with Rena. When last had I been excited by the prospect of fucking someone? It had become run-of-the-mill to me. After so many years, it took a lot to keep it interesting to me.
But Rena had managed, and for now, that made her my favorite.
Chapter 9
Rena
Work without Brent in the office was dull. It was hard work picking up the slack, and there was no motivation the way there was when he was around and I could fawn over him. I liked staring at him, I loved it when he needed me, and now that we had taken that next step, everything was exciting. Now, he wanted me, too.
In a big way.
I was proud of myself for taking that step, for doing what I had done. A whole year of being careful hadn’t gotten me what one bold move had gotten me. It was fantastic, knowing what we could do.
Except when he wasn’t here. I was fine taking over his work in the office, taking care of everything that needed to be done, but there was no one to dress up for and nothing to do other than think about what he had done to me or dream about what I wanted him to do to me.
That took up a lot of my time, though. Every now and then I caught myself thinking about the way he had taken me on his desk. It had been pretty out-there for me to strip and give myself to him like that. But Brent was the type of guy who’d had it all. He must have been with every type of woman there was. I had to be straightforward and demanding with him instead of being shy and closed off. I had to show him what I wanted
I had done that, and the result had been far more than satisfying. Just thinking about it got me hot and bothered, and I wondered when we would have a chance to do it again.
When I returned home from work, I opened my laptop. I had brought it with me from the office so I could handle emails at home if I had to. Brent often worked overtime, and he had important emails coming in at all hours of the night. I wanted to be sure everything was taken care of by the time he came back from Boston.
An email from Brent waited for me, and when I opened it, my stomach tightened.
Rena,
Thank you for being so professional in the office today. I noticed it and I appreciate it.
Brent.
P.S. Send me naked photos so I don’t get lonely when I’m out in Boston.
The request was so simple. Send me naked photos. But the order was so tall. I had never done something like this before. I had never sent nudes to anyone, not when I had started to explore my sexuality, not when I had been comfortable with it. I had learned from my mom that the moment photos were uploaded onto the net, they could be retrieved by someone and used against me.
