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By the time I was finished, I excused myself, far too flustered to handle his presence in person much longer. When I got up to my room, there was a bundle of cash on my dresser. I picked it up warily, never having held so much money in my hand in my life.
It was a thousand dollars.
I could buy a whole wardrobe with this. I looked from the bills to the door almost in shock. Was this charity? For some reason, it made me angry, and I wanted to do something, anything to get back at him.
I threw it back down on the dresser and clambered back down the stairs. He’d already left the kitchen and had gone to his office. I didn’t usually bother him, but my steps were a little louder as I passed his office, enough for him to look up from his desk as I walked by.
The indoor pool was fully functional at this point, beautiful and clean and I had yet to dip my toes in it because I didn’t have a swimsuit. Tonight though, I was agitated enough not to care. I stripped down to my bra and panties and jumped in. I swam for a little while, back and forth. I kept my ears open for any sign of him, but he never came, which left me more than a little frustrated.
Eventually, I got annoyed enough to strip off my bra and panties too. I felt increasingly naughty as I swam back and forth with my bare bottom sticking out of the water. Sometimes I swam the backstroke, watching as my nipples pebbled in the warm inside air.
Mason never came to the door. Eventually, I tired and climbed out of the pool. There was a pile of soft towels and I grabbed one. I turned to grab my clothes, but I decided against it. I folded them into a small pile and placed my cotton panties on top.
He’d know I’d swum naked when he found them.
I went the long way back to my room so that I didn’t pass by his office in nothing more than a towel and I went to bed that night more frustrated than ever.
* * *
When I went down for breakfast that morning, there was a note from Mason saying he’d gone to another early morning meeting. It said for me to enjoy the fresh baked muffins from Ethel’s. I pouted, feeling increasingly annoyed that he’d missed breakfast with me once again.
I was hungry though, so I ate one of the blueberry ones because she had been the one to make them.
His assistant Robert arrived a short while later to take me to the mall. I picked out multiple outfits and was overjoyed when he insisted on carrying all the bags. I bought a nice lunch at a restaurant I’d always wanted to eat at and by the time it was time to go home for dinner, I’d had a very fun day of shopping.
As much as I wanted to gripe about his charity, simply being able to buy what I wanted was something I’d never been able to do before.
When I returned to my room, I found the pile of my clothes that I’d left by the pool on my bed. I blushed as my fingers traced across the purple lace of my panties. If he’d been the one to bring them up here, he’d have had to touch them. Next to the clothes was a magazine for bathing suits, with a post it on top that read, “You will pick one for the next time you go swimming.”
I swallowed hard. It was his handwriting. He knew I’d gone skinny dipping in his pool.
Whatever.
I slipped on one of my new outfits. It was a summer dress that was salaciously short. I grinned, bending over in front of the mirror. At the right angle, you could see the bottom curves of my cheeks.
I walked down the stairs for dinner. Mason was already downstairs and when he saw what I was wearing, his eyes went wide. I wanted to smile in victory, but I was careful not to let my excitement show.
“Is that one of the new things you bought today?” he asked. He angled his body away from me as he served himself a plate from whatever he’d had catered today. I piled several pieces of chicken, some alfredo pasta, and steamed vegetables onto a plate of my own, but I reached for a glass on a shelf a bit higher than usual. He didn’t take his eyes off me.
I sashayed over to the table and set my dinner down. I knocked my fork off the table and swore, all before I bent over to pick it up. I stood back up, but not before I heard him suck in a breath.
He’d noticed me and by the time I slipped into my usual seat, my pussy was pulsing with arousal. Would he scold me for spending money on a dress like this? Would he take me over his knee and spank me for being clumsy? Or was it the swearing that would finally get his attention?
When I finally dared enough to glance up at him, he wasn’t even looking at me. He was reading something on his phone instead.
“Excuse me. I must take a call. Enjoy the rest of your dinner. I’ll be in my office for most of the evening,” he said briskly.
I stared down at my plate as he walked away. I blinked several times, fighting back tears.
Maybe I was reading into things too much. Maybe he didn’t even care.
