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Until McClaine asked, “Umm, Davey-boy, remind me, what happened to Jasper Hawkins?”
Sing shrugged. “Walrus Face kicked him to the curb.”
“For?”
“Improper conduct.”
Richard barked a triumphant laugh. “Ha! Exactly, telling tales about his daughter. See, he was talking out of his arse and got canned for it. So, with that cleared up, can we get off this subject? I don’t fancy getting sued for libel.”
“Slander,” Sing corrected.
“What?”
“Libel’s written. You mean you don’t fancy getting sued for slander.”
Richard gave him the finger. “Oh, shut it Apu. I don’t give a damn. If you have to be so pedantic, why don’t you take a look at this,” he scooted back, making room for the pair. Sing and McClaine exchanged a look, then pushed back from their own desks and walked around to his. “I told Scarlet I’d get this report over to her this morning, but the numbers don’t add up. I don’t know. Is there something I’m not seeing?”
“So?” McClaine asked, coming up to peer over Richard’s shoulder. “You know the drill. If it doesn’t add up, just attach an advisory.”
Sing nodded in agreement. “That’s company policy.”
Hemmed in by the tight confines of the one-person cubicle, Richard felt the room growing noticeably stuffier. “I know, but something just doesn’t feel right.”
“Geez, Dick!” McClaine exclaimed, slapping a hand down on the desk. “Why are you making this so hard for yourself? You know the bitch has a major stick up her ass about this sort of thing. Just give her the report. It’s not your job anymore-”
“Mr Martin?”
The semi that had been slowly diminishing surged to renewed life as Richard’s heart leapt into his throat, his head snapping up. And then he was back there in that bedroom, naked, with her stretched out beneath him, his cock buried to the root in her lush, grasping heat. That sweet voice hot and panting in his ear.
“Ah… ahhh-oh my God-oh my God-oh my God… I can’t take it… it’s too much… too big!” she shrieked, her fingers clawing at the walls and eyes wide with pure ecstasy. “Oh yes… yes… don’t stop… I’m all yours Mr Martin… I've wanted your hard cock inside me for so long… you can fuck me whenever you want to… just don’t stop… don’t stop!”
Rebecca stood in the office doorway.
It was the first he’d seen of the girl since their tryst Friday night, and she looked amazing.
Her white button up blouse was smart and conservative, and while too short to reach her knees, that skirt would have to go a hell of a lot higher to offend any granny’s delicate sense of decency, or workplace dress code. Yes, there was nothing overtly sexual in her attire, but the thought of what she hid underneath- those lush full tits, her tight athletic build, made it all sexy as hell. And she was gorgeous, too. Her dark chestnut hair had been tied into its customary side braid and there was a little dusting of blusher to her checks, but it was her lips that caught his eyes first. There was a glossiness to them that immediately made him ache to kiss her, taste her…
She must have come straight from work; it was the only time she wore make-up.
“Hi Rebecca.” The words sounded feeble, but it was the best he could do on the spot. Though he’d known this moment would eventually come, he’d been so obsessed with what he’d tell Alice, he’d never actually thought about what to say to Rebecca. “What are you doing here?”
“Mrs Martin called. She thought you might be getting hungry.” She beamed a sweet girlish smile and held up a plastic bag. “You forgot your lunch.”
“Ah… Thanks… Rebecca,” he nodded, feeling suddenly embarrassed. He’d been in such a fluster that morning he’d left his Tesco’s pasta salad in the fridge and hadn’t noticed until he’d been halfway to work. “Just plonk it down over on that cabinet other there. I’ll get to it in a bit. How much do I owe you?”
She beamed, sweeping past him and around the desks. “Don’t sweat it, it’s on me.”
“Really?” He pivoted in his chair to follow her. “You sure about that?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing. I wanted to check out the Victorian Market anyway, so it’s no big deal.” Her smile seemed to broaden. “And I got a big bonus over the weekend.”
A big bonus? Fuck, what did she mean? Richard felt cold fingers trail down his spine. Was she planning to blackmail him, to keep what happened a secret? He wouldn’t have thought so. The girl generally had all the sly cunning of a Care Bear. Then again, she had told Alice, and who had secretly told him, that she’d been saving to move out and get away from her father.
Hush-money could go a long way there.
Or was she after something else?
Something more physical.
