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“Oh God, I feel so embarrassed.”

“No need to be embarrassed and that Leo dude is a total dick for even thinking of looking somewhere else.”

Hmm, should I tell her about the raging hard on I had for her while she strutted her stuff and bared all? Nope. I think better of it; I can see she is upset, and it may just push her too far.

“It was a nice turn on, th

at’s for sure, I was very impressed and warm under the collar,” I tell Isobel as I smile and wink at her.

“ You think I look OKAY?”

“Hell yes, if I were Leo, I would have been foaming at the mouth, and had my cock in my hand busting my load over the images of you just now.”

“Wow, I always thought I was nothing special, an ugly duckling and all that crap,” Isobel replies as her eyes light up.

“Yah, all that’s bullshit, it’s what’s inside that counts. And you should finish getting dressed; I can see your nipples are getting hard again.”

“Oops, sorry, and sorry for using your computer,” Isobel says as she slithers back into her skirt.

“No problem, feel free to do it anytime, I can always see what you are up to anyway," I reply cheekily as I wave my phone in the air.

I watch as Isobel gets dressed and wipes the tears from her eyes and heads out of my office. Fuck she's hot!

Can we do it again? Please?

Chapter 3

Isobel

I finish putting the remainder of my clothes on feeling completely humiliated. I don’t feel like calling Agnes, because I feel so stupid. She was calling me earlier, because Dede was at Leo’s house. She sent me a photo of Leo and Dede kissing while I was getting the video chat started. This is why he had to go suddenly, she must have been in the house waiting for him. I scroll through her other messages only to find out that Leo’s a cheating two-timing bastard. He’s been sleeping with Dede all along. He lied to me when he said that I should strip in the office knowing that he’s going to be with Dede anyway.

What a jerk!

Isobel, I know that you miss Leo. I hate to tell you the truth like this, but I just came to the ranch with dad, and I found Dede’ here. I wanted to tell you on the phone, but I decided that it’s best to show you. So, you know that I’m not lying. I love you. If you want to talk. Just call me. Please forgive me for not telling you earlier. Agnes

“You see…” I say as quiet as a church mouse as I try and get my voice together. He’s looking at me, and I feel even shyer. My ice cold boss is being nice to me as he smiles and treats me as if I’m a friend. The last two weeks he’s been treating me as if I’m part of the furniture.

“Leo’s been cheating on me. So, he wanted me to strip just to…”

“Fucking jerk!”

My sentiments exactly and then he walks up to me. He’s so close that I can smell his woody scent, I’m taking in his posture and thinking to myself is this a new boss? Not the same one that’s been treating me as if I’m invisible. There’s never any eye contact. Just emails and if I’m lucky some instructions by intercom and the wave of a hand if I accompany him to a meeting.

“I didn’t know that he’s been with Dede all this time. She was in the house while I was stripping for him just now. Touching myself. Thinking that he’ll stay with me.”

I’m trying to fight the tears, but I’m not doing a good job of it, as they start rolling down uncontrollably.

He shakes his head as he pulls me in close. I want to tell him that I feel completely lost, but he’s not the type to understand and most of all he’s my boss.

“I can help you,” he purrs as he strokes my hair.

I don’t know why, but this sends shivers down my spine. He’s so gentle and in control. There’s nothing sexual about it, but it doesn’t stop me from growing wet once again. I wonder if it’s the aftermath of stripping or if there’s something else that’s happening right now?

Then the security guard stops at the door, and Christian slowly pulls me away from him.

“Good evening Mr. Stern. I just thought that no one else was here.”

Christian nods, “We’re just finishing for the night. I was in archives earlier.”

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