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I didn’t give her the chance to come back at me. I turned and hoped into the elevator. With a sneer, she stomped—yes, stomped—away. From the hate in her eyes before she left, she wasn’t done with me.
Women like Sloane didn’t take no for an answer or ever backed down, but I’d fight that battle when I had to because right now, I needed to go to Kane and accept whatever punishment he had planned for me.
On the elevator ride up to the penthouse, I couldn’t stand still. I was anxious and excited. Would Kane throw me over his desk and fuck me? Or would he make me suck his dick while he sat at his desk? All those things sounded too obvious for a man like Kane. He’d have something much more imaginative, dirty and depraved in mind. Good.
The elevator doors opened. Before stepping out, I smoothed a hand over my hair and down the front of my blouse and over my hard nipples.
This was it.
This was where it all began.
Arousal coated my inner thighs, and my pussy was slick and ready. I was filled with so much desire it was hard to walk.
The bright reception area of the penthouse office was a stunning mix of modern and old that overflowed with natural light. The floor to ceiling windows gave a spectacular view of Central Park, and a lush terrace garden that looked like it belonged to an upscale restaurant, wrapped around the entirety of the penthouse.
I peered down one a long, narrow hallway after another hoping to see Kane, but the place seemed deserted. None of the executives seemed to be here.
To my left, tables and chairs were casually arranged, and a walnut colored bar lined with every kind of liquor imaginable sat against the back wall.
To one side was a humongous coffee machine, and I was tempted to make a cup. Thanks to four years of slinging beans at college, I could make a mean cup of joe. It was something I was quite proud of.
With no idea of which direction I should go, I stopped. I stood in the middle of the reception area unsure of what to do. Did I call out his name, or did I try to find him? Was he playing an elaborate game of hide and seek?
A concealed door in a wall opposite the bar slowly slid open. A stunning brunette, who looked like she belonged on the runway and not in an office, sashayed towards me.
“Reese, so nice to meet you, I’m Melissa.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” I said feebly, trying and failing not to appear intimidated.
She wore a fitted black dress and black pumps with icepick heels. Ruby red gloss coated her lips and long dark lashes layered in mascara ringed her eyes. Her hair was cut in a blunt chin-length bob, and it was so shiny I could almost see my reflection. Her age was hard to guess, but if I had to, I would have said mid-thirties.
The confident way she walked and the way she held her head high left me in awe. When I grew up, I wanted to be just like her. Which was funny because she was only a few years older than me.
With someone as sexy as Melissa for a PA, I didn’t understand why Kane wasn’t with her. They would have made a beautiful couple. I frowned.
When she reached me, she held out her hand expectantly and gave me a full smile that went some way to quell the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
I took her outstretched hand with my own, which she clasped as if we were old friends.
“Kane really enjoyed the video you sent this morning. He said it was quite the performance.”
“W-What? Excuse me?” I gasped.
She knew about that? The world around me spun. A meteor needed to crash through the window and strike me dead. So much for my luck changing.
Trust me to send a video Kane and he then tells everyone about it. I should never ever have filmed myself masturbating, and I should never ever have emailed it in the first place.
“God, I am so, so unprofessional,” I muttered. I reached out and held on to the back of a chair to stop myself from keeling over. “I—I’ve never done that before in my life.”
She gave me a quizzical look, and asked, “Masturbated? I doubt that.”
“Made a video of myself and sent it to someone.” I couldn’t meet her eyes, so I stared at the floor praying a sinkhole would open and swallow me whole. “I never thought Mr. McKenzie would tell anyone about it. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Darling,” she practically purred, “Don’t be embarrassed, you have nothing to be ashamed of, but before you leave today, make sure you get Kane’s personal email and phone number. That way there will be no possibility of mishaps in the future.”
