Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

I did it again. I woke up early and snuck out of Alistair’s apartment. I shouldn’t have been there in the first place. But, let’s be honest, if you were me, you wouldn’t have turned down that man either.

Unlocking my door, I walk in and flick on the lights. “Argh, turn it off,” Daisy calls out from my sofa.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her.

“Waiting for you.” She sits up and looks at me. “Doing the walk of shame again?”

“Yes.” I sigh and fall into the sofa cushions.

“Well, was it good?”

“The best. The sex isn’t the issue. He’s my boss and extremely overwhelming.”

“Wait… I thought you were giving that back?” She points to the sparkling bracelet wrapped around my wrist. A bracelet I’ve been attempting to remove ever since I left Alistair’s apartment this morning.

“I did, and then I woke up with it on. Can you help? I can’t get it to open.” I hold out my arm to her.

“It is really nice,” she says, fiddling with the clasp.

“Do you know what he said this represents? That I’m his. That he owns me. I don’t want to be his anything other than his employee.”

“Are you sure about that?” Daisy asks.

“No, just get it off,” I plead with her.

“I can’t. It won’t budge.” She drops my wrist.

“Break it. Cut it off me then!” I scream, throwing my arms up in frustration.

“No way. You are not cutting a two hundred thousand dollar bracelet off your wrist.”

“What? No.” I shake my head, staring down at the item in question while hating it even more.

“It’s Cartier,” Daisy says.

“I don’t care. I don’t want it.” I fold my arms over my chest and sulk.

I storm into the office building. I’ve had all weekend to calm down, my frustration only increasing as the hours passed with this damned thing still on my wrist. The messages from Alistair on Saturday morning didn’t help either. I ignored them all. No matter how tempted I was to take him up on his offer to visit him Saturday night. Instead, I busied myself with work. I wanted to make sure I’m on top of all of his cases to the best of my ability.

I need him to see me as more than just a good lay. I am more than that. This is why it’s not a good idea to sleep with your boss. I’m a woman trying to be taken serious in a man’s world. What I’ve done will not help my career in any way.

I also had to make an embarrassing stop at the pharmacy for the morning after pill. After getting the look of disapproval from the old lady behind the counter, I downed that little sucker like it was a lifesaving antidote. In a lot of ways, I guess it was.

The elevator takes it’s sweet-ass time to ride to the top this morning. As soon as the doors open, I stomp towards Alistair’s office. Smiling at his secretary, who I’d normally stop to see and check in with. Not today. Today, I walk right up to his office and open the door.

It’s almost eight. I know he’s in.

Alistair looks up from his computer in shock. I slam the door closed, continue stomping to his desk, and throw my bag down on one side. “Undo it.” I hold my arm out towards him.

Alistair looks from the bracelet up to my eyes. “No,” he says.

“What do you mean no ? Take it off. I told you I don’t want it,” I hiss at him.

“Too bad. I like it on you. It suits you.” He smirks, his fingers rubbing my wrist under the bracelet.

I snatch my arm away. “No, it doesn’t. I need it off,” I plead with him.

“Too bad. I said no.”

“You said no. You know what? I’ll just cut the bloody thing off,” I tell him.

“And I’ll buy another one to replace it,” he says confidently.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Try me, little girl.” His voice deepens with an unsaid promise of punishment… if I keep pushing. The thing is… I liked his version of punishment. Way too much.

“Whatever happened cannot happen again. I can’t do this. I just want to do my job. That’s it.”

“When you can say that and mean it, I promise I won’t touch you again.”

“I do mean it,” I tell him, folding my arms over my chest.

“Really?” he asks while standing from his desk. He walks right up to me, his lips a breath away from mine. “So, if I were to stick my fingers up your skirt, shove them into that tight little cunt of yours, you wouldn’t be wet for me? Little girl.” He raises a brow in question.

“No, I wouldn’t be,” I lie and take a step back.

“Keep lying to yourself,” he says.

“Oh my god, I can’t do this.” I grab my bag from the floor and storm out of his office.

Closing myself in mine, I sit down and take a huge breath in. Why is every encounter with that man more intense than the last? I can’t escape the pull he has on my vagina.

I need him like I need air. But unlike oxygen deprivation, I won’t actually die if I deprive myself. I might go insane and become a raving bitch. But I won’t die. I’ll just invest in some more rechargeable, vibrating friends.

I drown myself in work all morning. I look up at the clock. It’s lunchtime already. Pushing to my feet, I head to the copy room to make a copy of the report I’m working on. It’s quiet in the office. I’ve noticed that everyone seems to disappear during the lunch hour.

The copy room is empty when I walk in. Placing the paper face down on the scanner, I hit the green button and watch as the document is fed through the machine. I know the minute he walks into the room. I can feel him. His familiar cinnamon scent surrounds me.

I pivot on my heel. I need to keep distance between us. I know we’re in the office and it’s unlikely that he’ll try anything here. I just don’t trust myself around him. Even now, as I rake my eyes up and down his body, I want to rush forward and slam my lips onto his. I want to undress him, run my hands over all those grooves and ridges that I know are hiding under that suit.

Alistair flicks the lock on the door before he turns around and stalks towards me. “You know, there are advantages to having you work here.”

“My great research skills?” I offer.

“That’s yet to be determined. I was talking about the fact that I can have you for lunch.”

“Ah, no, you cannot,” I protest, holding a palm out like that’s enough to stop him from reaching me.

It’s not. He steps up to me, puts his hands on my hips, and lifts me onto the table behind us. “Yes, I can. And I will,” he says, pushing my skirt up my thighs before spreading them.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell him.

“We most certainly should,” he says while dropping to his knees.

As much as I try to find more counterarguments, I’m drawing a blank. The feel of his lips on my inner thigh as he kisses his way up my leg is too good. My thighs open wider on their own. It’s as if my body is working against my mind here. As his lips travel higher and higher, I’m a lost cause. I’m aching for the pleasure I know that mouth of his can deliver.

His fingers hook into the edge of my panties. He pulls them aside, granting himself full access to my pussy. Vibrations run through me with the groan he lets out at the first swipe of his tongue.

My fingers tangle in his hair. “Oh god.” I hold his head in position, not that I think he’s about to move anytime soon.

His tongue laps at my folds in slow, languid strokes, mixing it up with a few twirls. I’m racing towards the promise land. Towards a climax of all climaxes. I can feel it building. I’m almost there. Alistair sucks on my clit at the same time he inserts two fingers inside my pussy.

“Fuck.” My thighs clench around his head as I come.

He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and pushing it in and out of me until my body is completely relaxed. He tugs my panties back into place before standing and adjusting my skirt to cover my thighs.

“ That is what you missed out on Saturday morning by not waking up in my bed. Next time, stay the whole night,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine.

I return his kiss, entangling my tongue with his, tasting myself on him. It’s oddly arousing, and I can feel myself getting worked up all over again. Alistair is the one to pull away first. His hand cups my cheek as his thumb gently strokes the skin there, while he stares deeply into my eyes.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers before stepping back and walking towards the door.

“There won’t be a next time, Mr Warner,” I call out just as he reaches for the knob.

Turning around, he smirks at me. “There will always be a next time, Dani.”