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“There’s a massage room. With professional masseurs. And you can get a massage at any time you feel like it. Are you listening to me? A professional massage at work, any time we want. Did I mention that it includes a manicure and a pedicure? Can we please, please, please stay?”
Kensley sighed. It wasn’t as if she had a choice. He wasn’t going to move her back to High Cloud if she asked him nicely. Okay, so maybe she had blown that opportunity when instead of asking him nicely, she had tattooed his palm with a permanent marker in the wordsCaptain Controlling, and not to forget the thumbs down sign she added.
“I could do with a massage,” Kensley said begrudgingly. Besides, they could work remotely anyway, so it wasn’t as if her work would suffer.
“Hurray. I signed us up for 3 p.m.,” Marcy said with a don’t-be-mad smile on her face.
Kensley shook her head and sighed theatrically. She then checked her phone. Besides Marcy’s messages, there was one from Hunter himself.
I'll deal with you at home.
Everything inside her yet again blew up in flames. The tightness in her pussy only made her more aware of how wet she was, and that wasn’t even a flirtatious message that he had sent her. He was going to spank her, for goodness sake.
“I can’t do this, Marcy,” Kensley said, shaking her head. She was way in over her pay grade with him. It would have been a totally different thing if he had done nothing to her body, her mind, or her heart. But he did.
“What are you thinking?”
She glanced at her watch. The day had just slipped by, and it was almost lunch already.
“I’m thinking I need to go shopping.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. We’re our own bosses here, who cares if it’s still ten minutes before lunch?”
“Are you going to fill me in?” Marcy asked, getting her bag.
“Of course.”
An hour and fifteen minutes later, they were back at the office, shopping bags in hand. She may have spent almost half her salary, but this was literally a life-or-death matter. Of her virginity.
She was going to play the role of a lifetime to a one-man audience, but it ended now, today, well, tonight.
Without having done an ounce of work, what with their shopping and massages, the office day came to an end. As for the massages, they were given such top-class service that Kensley felt like royalty. Everyone knew her, and it was as if they went above and beyond to make her happy. She didn’t know how she felt about the special treatment. Marcy loved it, receiving the same kind of treatment as her best friend.
She saw Hunter only once when they had stepped out of the elevator, fresh from their massage. He had been talking to a group of men in the plush reception area. She had no idea why she had ground to a halt at the sight of him.
It was as if she had never seen him before, but the truth was that every time she laid eyes on him, she felt as if she were seeing him for the first time and experienced every physiological reaction that went with it all over again.
His gaze had drifted from her eyes to her lips and down her body, and her mouth dried. She forced herself to come to her senses and fled immediately.
At the end of the day, she and Marcy parted ways in the foyer of McLeod Enterprises. Marcy took the elevator down to her car, and Kensley stepped outside to find Karl waiting for her exactly where he said he would.
If everything went according to plan, this would be the last time she was riding in the backseat of one of Hunter's posh cars while his chauffeur took her to his house.
She was not going to deviate from the script she had laid out with Marcy while they shopped. It was all or nothing, and she thoroughly believed fortune would favor the virgin.
On reaching his house, she immediately headed upstairs and took an extra-long shower, then spent more time scenting her body with her favorite lotion.
She removed the garment she bought during her lunch break from its black plastic bag and laid it on the bed. The forest green dress in free-flowing floor-length chiffon created an aura of pure sophistication with an undercurrent of sex siren.
Yeah, that was exactly what she was going for.
Sleeveless, the top part of it consisted of basically two widths of fabric running down over her breasts, exposing her cleavage, and leaving her with loads of side boob. The center of her chest was completely bare. The back looked the same.
A semi-thick black belt with gold stripes clenched her waist and protected her from flashing her full braless breasts. The bottom of the dress looked innocent enough, except when she walked, columns of the fabric opened up, showing off her legs almost to her secret spot. A wide enough stride and she would be showing off her vagina, which, thanks to Marcy’s insistence on accompanying her for a full wax just days before she met Hunter, was still as soft and smooth as ever.
How had her life changed so drastically in a few days?
