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I bite my bottom lip as I listen.
“Meet with me today, give me another chance. I won’t be so hard on you, I promise.”
I give him the chance to talk me into it. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re all I’ve fucking thought about since Friday night and I’m slipping into a lust-induced stupor here.”
I smile. “On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to see me?”
“Are you coming or not?” he snaps, unwilling to play my games.
“Yes, Julian, I will come.” “Good.” He sighs, relieved. “I’ll… I’ll see you then.”
I hang up and smile. Well, well, well. I do believe I just gained the upper hand.
I sit and stare out the window. I wonder… what the hell does a secretary wear?
Chapter Eleven
I stand outside the door marked number 612. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest. I'm wearing a black skirt, a white business shirt, and one of his ties wrapped around my neck. My hair is up in a bun, and I'm even wearing tortoiseshell glasses to complete my secretarial look.
Underneath, though, I’m wearing my white suspender belt and lacy underwear, with black sheer stockings hugging my legs. I guess I’m a slutty secretary—the kind you have long lunches with. I did end up charging this outfit to his credit card. I felt guilty at first, but screw it, he did say that’s what it was for.
What are you doing here, Brielle? I ask myself.
I didn’t like the way I felt the other night when I got home, but the masochist in me wants to see him again, and I know this is the only way it’s going to happen. I’ve been thinking about him constantly. I hate that every time he’s in the room with me I can feel his body talking to mine. I’m in a constant state of arousal, and I feel like I was a little boring the other night. I was so overwhelmed with his power, I became a shrinking violet.
I want to blow his mind tonight. I want to leave him begging for more, and then some.
And I’ll do what any slutty secretary would do: I’ll fuck him out of my system once and for all.
This is it. It’s the last time. One for the road.
Just fuck him, blow his fucking mind, and then leave. No strings, no feelings, and no bullshit. I can do this.
I want to really play the part, but I can’t imagine myself saying any of the filthy shit I’ve been thinking of saying. This man makes me feel so naughty.
I knock on the door and exhale heavily as my heart races faster.
The door opens in a rush and there he stands. All 6ft 3inches of gorgeous man. He smiles sexily when he sees me in my outfit, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. I believe you wanted to see me, sir.”
He smirks. “I did. Please, come in.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile and walk past him into the room. He closes the door behind me.
I turn to him as I continue in my role. “Please don’t fire me, sir. I promise I won’t do it again.”
He lifts his chin, his eyes alight with mischief. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t. Disobedient secretaries need to be punished.”
“Please, no,” I beg. “I’ll do anything to keep my job.”
He licks his lips as his hungry eyes drop to my breasts. “Define anything.”
I move closer to him. “There must be something I can do for you, sir,” I whisper in his ear.
“I’m not that kind of man,” he says calmly.
