Page 21 of Hotline
“How can I help you out on this glorious morning?” I say.
“You didn’t think I was going to just let you sit by yourself in there all day, did you?”
“I don’t know?” one of my shoulders shifts up. “You’re the boss. I work for you.”
“You do understand the requirements of the job, though,” he says, “don’t you? Or should I remind you.”
My body goes limp and white-hot. Like ice. My pussy trembles and pulses as I listen to his breathing on the other end of the phone.
“Remind me,” I whisper.
“The only thing you have to do is answer the phone when I call. You’re not chained to your desk.”
My heart skips a beat.
“D-do you want me to come into your office?” I say, my voice a thin quiver.
“No,” he says, with a little smile in his voice. “What would be the use of calling if you and I were in the same room?”
“Great point, boss.” I nod my head. “That’s why they pay you the big bucks.”
There’s a shift in energy as he sucks in a breath.
“You’re wrong, Opal,” he says. “This is my company. There’s no one above me to make decisions. Mine is the final word on everything that happens under my authority.”
“Of course, sir,” I say. “I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.”
A shiver runs through me.Sir. I like that.
“Now,” he says, his voice shifting to something more buttoned-up and formal, “we need to give you something to do today.”
“Oh…okay.” I pause. “I might have some ideas.”
I’m laying it on thick.
“As do I.” He clears his throat. “Do you like movies?”
I shudder as I think back to the cam-girl area of that place Marilyn told me about.
“Erm, I’m just supposed to be answering the phone, right?”
“You need something to do between phone calls,” he says. “I don’t want you to go out of your mind with boredom.”
“Honestly,” I say, “I don’t know how I could ever get bored of this. It’s lovely. This office. The cute clothes. The assortment of muffins. Best boss ever. Greatest job in the world.”
“You’ve barely even started yet,” he says.
He’s right. Unless he wants to make small talk for the rest of our lives.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he says. “Do you like movies?”
“I absolutely adore movies,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “The decision has been made. You’ll go to a movie.”
A smile quirks at the corner of my lip.
“I’m not even sure what’s playing right now,” I say.
