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"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God," I hissed, pulling away from Fitz, and dropping down on my ass, cradling my face in my hands.
"Yeah... wasn't expecting that," Fitz agreed, wincing at me.
I mean, Perry and I were close. Super close. Had seen each other naked on more than one occasion close.
But it didn't matter how close you were with your friends, they typically didn't expect to walk in on you getting railed by your—and their former—boss.
Yes, I liked being watched.
But just... you know... not by my loved ones.
I was freaking mortified.
"You should go try to talk to her," Fitz suggested, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"And say what?" I asked, shaking my head. "Hey, sorry you walked in on me getting fucked from behind by my boss?"
"I thought we agreed I'm not just your boss anymore," Fitz said.
"You being more than my boss doesn't make this less embarrassing. I was literally coming as she walked in," I added, voice choked.
"I'm sure Perry isn't the first person in the world to happen upon her best friend having sex. She is a grown woman. She will get over it. Go see if you can catch her and talk it out," he urged.
I knew he was right.
Perry and I could talk anything out.
I mean, I'd once talked her through finding a tampon she'd lost inside herself from just the other side of the bathroom door.
She'd given me all the details on the first time she'd tried anal.
We could get past this.
But he was right, the sooner the better.
"I can't," I declared, looking over at him.
"Why not?"
"Because my dress is in the kitchen," I said, letting out a pained laugh.
"Take my shirt," Fitz suggested, climbing off of it, and holding it out to me so I could slip my arms in.
I buttoned up fast before looking back at him.
"Go, honey," he demanded, giving me a gentle shove.
And then I was running.
"Perry!" I called, rushing down the hall toward the kitchen where she must have come in like she would have when she worked there. "Perry!" I called, louder.
"Right here," Perry called back.
I moved into the kitchen to find her half out the door to the garage, her gaze on her feet even as I moved into the room.
"I, ah, should have noticed the pile of discarded clothes on the floor," she admitted, waving toward my dress, bra, and torn panties. "I was excited. I just... I wasn't noticing anything. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, you know, walk in on you."
"I'm sorry too," I said, still feeling how heated my cheeks felt. "I never meant for you to see that," I added.
"Or tell me it was going on?" Perry asked, tone as accusatory as her gaze as mine found hers.
"That's... that's a sort of long story," I admitted.
"I thought we didn't keep secrets. Not even sex secrets."
To be fair, she was the one who didn't seem to keep any.
But she was right.
I would usually at least tell her if I was getting physical with someone, even if I left out the details.
"I know," I agreed. "It's just... okay, do you really want to know?" I asked.
"God, when you say it like that, I'm not sure," she said, wincing, but then giving me a smile. "Of course I want to know. You're banging a billionaire," she added in a small voice from behind a raised hand like she was sharing a bit of town gossip in church.
"I know, right?" I said, going toward the wine rack, and finding the bottle that seemed to be the least expensive, waving it at Perry.
"I think we might need that," she agreed, nodding.
I opened and poured, gave her a glass, and then we both took a long sip before I broke the silence.
"Okay. I am just going to throw it all out there. I have this... fetish," I admitted.
"For billionaires?" she asked, smile devilish.
"For being watched," I admitted.
There was a moment of surprise before she rolled her eyes. "Oh, for God's sake. No wonder you were so curious about the cameras!"
"Yeahhhh," I said, taking another sip for courage.
"So, you took this job because you wanted him to, you know, watch you on the cameras? Doing what? Chores?"
"Ah, sort of," I admitted. "At first. Just doing chores. But in short skirts or low-cut blouses."
"You little slut," she teased, beaming at me.
"I know, right?"
"But... it became more than that, obviously."
"It shouldn't have," I admitted. "I don't usually want to sleep with someone when they've been watching me. It takes the thrill away.
"But Fitzwilliam Buchanan ended up being... thrilling?"
"I'm sort of seeing him, so you can probably just call him Fitz now," I said.
"He will forever be Fitzwilliam Buchanan to me," Perry declared. "But, yay, right? We're happy about this?"
"It's...it's very new. I mean, the part where we decided to be more than boss and employee with a sprinkling of voyeurism. It's very new. But I am... tentatively happy?" I said, shrugging.
