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He stood there, gazing at my shoe, breaths audible as he licked his lips. He didn’t look up from the laces as he whispered, “I want to do much more than this, Toby.”
Then he glanced up, and his eyes burned black into mine.
My cock had already started getting hard while he’d looked me over so self-indulgently. Now I wanted him to pull my shoe off and kiss the arch of my foot, as if I were a fancy prostitute and he was trying to convince me to lower my fee.
“Well, Mr. Kenney, I’m afraid you can’t possibly go that far,” I said, bracing my hands against the cushion of the settee as Alastair stroked the tips of his fingers along the arch of my shoe, his gaze following.
“When do you get off, Toby?” he said, his words quick.
I watched as he tied the black laces into a delicate bow, his fingers deft and sure now.
“Uh…” I gulped as the double entendre landed in the horny part of my brain, which was all of it, at the moment. “M-my shift is over at midnight.”
Mr. Kenney smiled, that dimple reappearing as he kept his gaze attentively on the laces he tied into a double knot.
“Do you need to help close the place?” he asked, glancing up.
God, why are his eyes so beautiful? Why does he have this power over me? Why do the deep tones of his voice feel like feathers gliding along my skin?
“Not tonight,” I breathed, my gaze fixed on those long, agile fingers.
“Lucky me,” he said, patting my securely tied shoe and straightening. “There.”
Somehow, I reined in my desire and reasserted some control.
“You have no idea how lucky you are, Mr. Kenney,” I murmured, taking my hands and running them up the front of my corset so I could tug the edges of my chemise farther apart.
“Jesus,” he cursed. “Shit. Maybe a hotel? I can—?”
I held up my hand.Whoa, whoa, whoa.
“I can’t talk about this here,” I said. “I’ll meet you outside at twelve fifteen, because I need to change. Wait for me at the bottom of the steps, and we can figure things out from there. All right?”
He couldn’t stop staring at my exposed nipples.
“All right,” he said, finally, and I curled the edges of my lips into a satisfied smile.
“You know I can’t wear this outfit once I’m off my shift, right?”
He sighed. “Such a damn shame. You look so good in it.”
At least the lace panties were my own. They would be a nice surprise for him.
I waved my fingers. “Off you go then. I’ll see you in a bit.”
He laughed and wandered away, collecting his jacket from the back of a chair as I tried and failed to ignore how good those suit pants hung on his narrow hips. I put a hand to my forehead, trying to get my heart to slow down.Holy shit.What the hell wasthatabout?
I only had a few more things to do before my shift ended. When the clock struck twelve, I hastened into the changing room and got out of my tarty things, reverting back to my jeans and black T-shirt with a twinge of regret. Normally I was glad to get out of my costume, because the corset started to pinch after a while. But tonight, all I could think about was how naughty and illicit I’d felt watching Mr. Alastair Kenney untie the lace of my leather shoe, and how much fun it would be to get dolled up again in the privacy of a hotel room or, even maybe his place, and have him undress me.
I stared at the pieces of my uniform, wondering if Jacob would mind if I borrowed it for one night…Would he even notice?
Fuck it.
I was a valued employee. I’d never done anything against the rules—so far—and I’d bring the outfit back tomorrow. They’d never even know it was gone. I glanced around guiltily then stuffed the different pieces into my backpack, including the corset and shoes. Patrick and Robin had to close tonight, so they were still out on the floor and didn’t witness my transgression. Mr. Alastair Kenney was going to get the whole Maverick Molly’s experience tonight, let me tell you. But I’d have to get him to swear that he’d not seen me in anything but my twenty-first-century clothes, or I’d hear it from Jacob and Sebastian.
I suddenly remembered that one of the things I’d sworn off of this year was hasty casual hookups. But honestly, I was doing so well on the cutting down on cigarettes thing, and I was totally committed to moving out of my mom’s place, so I figured I could toss one of my New Year’s resolutions into the gutter where it belonged.
I’d had such a crap day until Mr. Alastair Kenney had walked up to me and asked for a puff on my cigarette. I was going to have fun tonight—sex with no strings, with a hot-as-fuck virtual stranger who seemed as into me as I was into him. Maybe a casual hookup was exactly what I needed.
