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Blade: Make sure you open your pussy lips so I can see all that hot pink sweetness.
Me: Gotta go.
I’min the boss’s office for close to an hour and a half. Blade’s phone is in the waistband of my skirt. He’s being patient today. It hasn’t buzzed once. Even after I leave my boss’s office, it’s quiet. I make a quick stop in the ladies’ room and don’t even hesitate to take the pictures of my legs so he can see my heels, and then, one of my pussy, my skirt hiked up to my waist, my legs wide, and my center on full display.
For Blade.
As I hurry back to my desk, I can’t help but smile. I don’t know what he did to me, but I find myself wanting to do anything he asks. Maybe it’s that first kiss at the safe house. Maybe it’s because I’ve had these fantasies lurking in a dark corner of my mind, waiting for the right guy to unlock them and make them real. All I know is I can’t say no to him. Whatever the cause, I like it. He’s my king. I’m his pet. And nothing will change that, even our being apart.
14
Sydney
One Week Later
Something doesn’t feel great.I’m fine with the simple buttered bagel I had for lunch, but it all goes downhill on my way from the kitchen to my office.
I blame it on the younger Rogerson brother working two offices down from Elise’s desk.
All week long, he’s had a hankering for breakfast burritos. The problem is he’s been devouring them for breakfast, lunch, as an afternoon snack. Every chance he gets.
It has to be some kind of dare he accepted. Who’d want to subject themselves to the same food day in and day out? All I know is whenever I go past his office to speak to Elise face to face, I’m hit with a wall of that odor. And because it’s all the guy is eating, the stench has been festering like a thick, insistent cloud with a life of its own, refusing to bend to the will of the office ventilation system.
And this last trip I made after lunch must’ve been the straw that broke my proverbial camel’s back. And the camel is my poor, over-sensitive digestion.
My reaction is so strong that I have to cup my hand over my mouth to keep down the food already in my stomach. I hurry past Elise’s desk toward the bathroom, ignoring her question as to whether I’m okay. It’s probably the tenth time she’s posed the question to me since morning. I make a mental note to ask her to stop, but quickly decide that maybe she’s onto something when I barely make it to the first ladies’ room stall and projectile hurl my lunch, and probably the slice of toast I ate for breakfast too.
She might be onto something because Everything. Is. Not. Okay.
I’m weak and my stomach is in knots as I flush my stomach contents down what I should call my new porcelain friend. I’ve spent enough time in tete-a-tete mode in that stall, either throwing up or hovering my head above it just in case I do throw up. It’s gotten to where I’ve been in there so often, I should give it a name. Washing my hands, I step out into the hallway and find Elise and Aiden standing there. They’re eyeing me like a hawk, assessing me with concern, but I can’t stop to give them too much airtime today. I have a firm deadline this afternoon, and I plan on finishing well before time because I’m leaving work early today.
After weeks of polite requests and persistent demands to Blade and Aiden’s security firm, someone finally pulled their heads out of their asses and will allow me to meet this nameless, faceless client who hired them to protect me. They won’t clue me in on the man’s name, assuming he’s a man at all. No, they’ve arranged for an in-person meeting.
Blade doesn’t think that meeting this person is a good idea.
He’s been dead set against it from the get-go. According to him, I’m taking too big a risk, going in blind to meet the person on their terms, at some office building uptown that neither Blade nor Aiden will have access to beforehand. He also finds it strange that all along, the client was adamant that they didn’t want their information shared with me, and was not willing to see me at all. I understand where Blade’s coming from, but at the same time, why would someone who hired them to watch over me turn around and try to harm me? It’s not like they asked for the meeting. I did.
I spend the next couple of hours focused and on task, and well before it’s time to leave, I hit the send button on the email to my boss, meeting my deadline.
Aiden ducks his head in at my office door and taps the face of his wristwatch. “Ready to get a move on?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” I answer, and drop Blade’s phone into my purse.
We’re halfway across town when Aiden pulls over and parks his car in front of a large pharmacy that takes up the entire block.
“Why are we stopping?” I ask as Aiden hops out of the driver’s seat and rounds the front of the car to open my door.
“We need to grab something for your… stomach issue,” he tells me. “You’ll see.”
“Do we have time?”
He nods. “Sure.”
I follow him inside to the aisle lined with feminine products and I’m ready to take offense as he points toward the shelf containing pregnancy tests. I’m not pregnant. I couldn’t be.
“What’s this? Some kind of joke?” I demand.
Instead of giving me a direct answer, Aiden motions at my purse with his chin. “Answer your phone.”
