Page 10 of Secrets We Keep
She inhales a deep breath, her skin pinking a shade darker, but her eyes and mouth still smile back at me. Her black heels slowly step into the office, and I’m mesmerized by her. She’s so hot, and she doesn’t even know it. She closes the door, but instead of making her way to my desk as I’d hoped, she stands her back straight against the door.
“I’ll ask again,” I say, firmer this time. “Something I don’t enjoy doing, repeating myself.”
She swallows, her breasts moving under her blouse as she tries to relax. Her mouth opens slowly, but then she stops herself and quickly closes her mouth, her teeth biting into her top lip.
“Why are you here?” I’m in control, well, just about.
“I…” she starts, then stops, a thought passing through her brain. “I needed to see you. I needed to make sure I didn't dream about our conversation earlier.”
“Do you daydream about me a lot?” I smile.
“I used to,” she smiles back at me with a coy look.
Then she makes my dick fucking hard. She lowers her eyes. She’s a natural, and she doesn’t even know it. I move in my seat, trying to stop my hard-on from showing. I don’t want to be that guy. The cliché. But she has that effect on me, and she turns my dick to stone just by being in the same room as me.
She’s looking back at me, and I realize I’ve gone quiet.
“It wasn’t a dream.” I look at her. I kind of like that I make her so nervous. It’s sexy as hell. When she submits to me or us, I guess it will be so damn special. “Should we invite Dominic down to this little meeting?”
She smiles at me again. This time, she makes eye contact with me.
“You want to do this?” She asks, again with the lip biting.
“We do.” I let that settle into her brain. “I didn’t like the fact you ran just as the conversation in the bar was getting exciting.”
“I hardly ran,” she relaxes a little. “I needed to get back to the office. We can’t all be the boss.”
“No, we can’t.”
“Please tell me this is something you’re interested in?” There’s a hopefulness about her.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
A laugh escapes me. “You are, but I wish you weren’t on the other side of the room.”
She rubs her hands on the hips of her pants. Do I make her that nervous?
“You…” she stops herself before giving me that smile that I’m sure has turned men to goo in front of her. “You’re supposed to be unattainable. This might take some getting used to. You’re… well, you and I’m… I’m a nobody.”
“Don’t make me spank that ass.”
Her eyes smile back at me as her cheeks pink. “I knew you’d be a kinky bastard.”
This makes me laugh, for real. “Oh, Jenna Michaels, if you think spanking your ass is kinky, you haven’t seen anything yet. Come here, sit.” I point to the chair that’s next to my desk.
She moves towards me slowly. She’s good at following direct orders. This is very promising. She crosses her legs in the seat, and I wish she weren’t wearing pants, even if they are tailored, expensive, and fit her perfectly. I want to see her legs, preferably wrapped around my neck or wrapped around my waist, as her heels dig into my ass.
“Have you ever heard of a club called Hidden Secrets?”
Her eyebrows raise.
Interesting! Hidden Secrets is strictly for members only. I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise since the people who she knows.
“Who told you about it?”
“I heard Mike and Adrien talking about it.”
“Were you a naughty sub listening to other people’s conversations?”
