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As I slid the white thong up my legs and into place, I thought about how I could still have a little fun with Chester. I came up with a little, devious plan. At some point today, I would slide the white, gossamer fabric up over my hips just before pretending to pick something up outside his office door. Kneeling down just so, I would give him a glimpse into exactly what I wore underneath these modest clothes. I wouldn’t have to say anything. My clothes could do the talking.
I smiled to myself in the mirror, wearing nothing but the thong.
Who is this girl? And why did it take her so long to get here?
Chapter 16
Chester
I poured my morning coffee in myI Love NYmug. It was the least clean and modern thing about my apartment, but it had been in my cabinet for years. It was the first thing I bought after purchasing this penthouse apartment, a juxtaposition I found humorous at the time as I handed a five-dollar bill to the merchant down on the corner.
It was true. I loved this city. I was loving it even more lately, now that I had successfully merged with the non-profit that was giving me a sparkling reputation. And behind the scenes…
Well, behind the scenes, there was Juliet who made work so much more fun. I already enjoyed work as it was. Having that power as CEO, making business moves that were risky, but paid off, earning millions while doing it. But now, with her as mypersonal assistant, I had more of a spring in my step when going to work.
She had been working directly for me for the past several weeks. The sexual tension between us was palpable. I could practically taste it. We hadn’t crossed any lines. At least, not again. Not since the night she came home with me after Will’s show, leaving an impression on practically every surface of my apartment. I could see her everywhere, like sex with her was haunting my place. A welcome ghost.
Though we hadn’t crossed any lines, it wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it. She made it easy with the way she looked at me or the small smile that would sometimes cross her lips, like she was keeping a secret. Every day was like a case study for me. How horny could I get before I did anything about it? How much did it take until I had to release by throwing her against my office wall and devouring her whole?
I swear she was testing me, too. On more than one occasion, I was convinced she had taken off her bra before coming to bring papers to my office. It was always on a day when she had a light blouse on. White, pink, cream. The perfect colors to accentuate her full breasts and the outline of her peaked nipples. I had my fun with it by turning my thermostat lower than normal. Sure, I was freezing, but the sight of her nipples pointed straight at me was worth it.
Not to mention the time she wore ass-tight trousers that hugged her in all the right places, her lace thong peaked out above the waistband. I wanted to sink my teeth into it, before ripping it off her creamy skin. She knew exactly what she was doing in theway my cock pressed against my pants, making for more than one awkward stroll around the office or conversation with an associate. I swore I was losing my mind.
I took a sip of coffee, black and strong, holding back a smile as I wondered just what she would have in store for me today. Another sheer blouse? A short skirt? A biting of the lip? She really didn’t have to do much for me to want to bend her over and fuck her. We were treading a very dangerous line. The red tape of it all made it exciting, but also nagged the back of my mind about us getting caught if we gave into temptation.
I downed the rest of my coffee and placed the white mug in the sink, the red heart staring up at me before I turned toward the elevators. I texted my driver to let him know I was on my way down to the garage. The drive to work was spent getting my thoughts back in order, even though I kept remembering being on my knees, tasting the sweetness between Juliet’s legs.
When I arrived at the office, Juliet was waiting with her usual fuck-me smirk across her lips that were coated in a clear gloss today, making them even more pouty.
“Good morning,” she said, handing me an iPad with my calendar pulled up.
“Morning.” I nodded, noting the low neckline of her white blouse as we walked into my office and she rattled off the different meetings I had for the day. As if I could hear anything she was saying while I investigated if she had a bra on or not. How thehell were her breasts staying in that blouse? It was the sort of physics question I wanted to spend time studying.
“Chester,” she said, looking up at me as we entered my office.
“Hmm?” I asked, bringing my eyes up to meet hers for the first time since I arrived.
“Your meeting…with Mr. Craddock…”
Craddock. I knew that name.
“When is it?” I asked, walking toward my desk as Juliet closed the door behind her with a click.
“Over lunch today.”
“Right, right…” I nodded, desperately trying to bring my focus back to business.
Mr. Craddock was a titan, with a business very similar to mine. Though not quite at billionaire status, he was well on his way. Word in the business world was he wanted to merge to create a powerful near-monopoly in the industry. Surely, that was what today’s meeting was about.
“You seem distracted…” she said, tilting her head to the side as I sat behind my desk, the morning view of Manhattan at my back.
“I wonder why,” I scoffed.
“What?” she asked, arching a blonde brow.
“Nothing.” I waved her off.
She nodded.
