Page 66 of Enthrall Ecstasy
He raised his chin. “His office. Now.”
“The director?”
“Follow me.”
Shay pivoted and led me out and along the hallway, his words firing my confusion. If not him, then who?
I only wanted it to be Shay. I just had to choose the right time to insist on it.
He stopped before a door and gestured for me to go in.
“Is it Richard Booth?” I asked, breathless, turning to look at the door like danger might greet me on the other side.
“Sir, to you.” Shay turned the handle and gestured for me to go in. “Don’t fuck it up.”
Exhaling slowly, I entered the room. Turning sharply, I saw that Shay wasn’t coming in with me.
Then I faced Sir. The one with all the power.
He was handsome in a sophisticated way. His dark blonde hair had golden tints probably from being out in the sun, since he was tanned. I could sense all kinds of privilege bouncing off his tall, toned body. His irises were bluer than mine—all seeing. All knowing.
He had a striking face that was hard to look away from.
His sharp suit looked tailored.
Richard Booth leaned back against his desk with his arms folded. “You’re late.”
Hurrying forward, I stood in the middle of the room and assumedthepose—back straight and arms behind my back with my wrists together, elegant and feminine.
“You’re very pretty,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“We care more about your personality, though.” He shrugged. “You can’t use your beauty to manipulate.”
“I’m not expecting special treatment.”
“Special treatment,” he echoed.
Silence filled the room.
Tension was served up with a heavy dose of domination.
I felt the kind of fluttering a submissive craves, as though a spanking was imminent. The promise of a punishment that would make me cry, and then make me come.
Richard grabbed a file, opened it and read what was inside. My file, I assumed.
His brows arched with curiosity.
I’d always been good at reading people. My profession relied upon my ability to gain rapport quickly and navigate human behavior. Here, now, my gut told me this man wasn’t impressed.
Having been trained by Faulkner, albeit briefly, I was prepared for a moment like this; though that schooling had been unique to Pendulum. There, flirty and dirty and totally slutty were pleasing attributes.
Maybe that would work here.
Lifting my hem, the material billowing around my hands, I revealed I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Richard peered over the file.
