Page 3 of Secrets We Keep
We turn down the side street at the side of our building. I found this place by chance a couple of months ago. We’ve been here a couple of times since, and it’s becoming ‘our’ place to go. Our bosses need us to work together every couple of months, so that’s how we’ve become ‘friendly.’
Josh’s office is way more relaxed. I have some people on my floor who I’d class as work friends. Jenna, though, she’s isolated. Adrien had the top floor all to himself for a long time, and Jenna is his only assistant, so she’s been on her own a lot.
“Please tell me we’re eating?” she asks.
I laugh. I’ve never met a woman who enjoys her food as much as she does and still is the size she is. She’s not a stick by any means. She has meat on her bones, meat I’ve thought about grabbing while jerking myself off. She’s a perfect ten if ever there was one. That song was made for her.
“Of course,” I say, putting my hand on her lower back and guiding her to the booth in the far corner that has become ‘our’ place to sit.
“Bobby, our usual,” I shout. He nods at me.
We take our seats, and she pulls her jacket off, throwing her purse and jacket on the seat next to her. Our drinks get brought over, and we both take a large sip.
“So, how was it meeting your crush today?” I ask, teasing her just a little.
We saw Reid Taylor in the building about a month ago on our way back from lunch, and I thought she was going to hyperventilate in the lobby of the building. Today she seemed to have it more under control.
“It was okay. He’s…” She stops mid-sentence thoughtfully.
“Not what you expected? Exactly what you expected?” I offer as I take another sip of my beer.
“Both, I guess.” She laughs a little as if remembering something. “He asked if we were dating.” Now it’s her turn to take a sip of her own. I notice she takes a larger sip, though.
I tense up in my seat but try to read her body language. Everyone seems to notice that I have a thing for her, except Jenna. She’s seriously put me in the friend zone. I know I’d be hitting above my weight, though. She’s totally out of my league. “What did you tell him?”
She looks a little flustered. “I told him it was none of his business what we are.”
I rub the back of my neck again. Josh says it’s my tell. Remind me never to play poker with the guy. I can’t compete with the likes of Reid Taylor.
“He was acting like an ass, anyway.” She adds, but I know Jenna. She wouldn’t have known how to handle the likes of him flirting with her. Everyone knows she busts everyone’s balls in a work capacity. That was proven when Adrien was out of the office for a week last year. She ran that place like she owned the place, and she does. Adrien is damn lucky to have her. Taking in the quality of her impressive shoe collection and designer wardrobe, he must pay her well. But on a personal level, when she’s doing stuff for herself, she’s… I guess being submissive is the best way to describe her.
“He’d have to be blind not to want to hit on you,” I say as Bobby puts our burgers and fries on the table before us. I don’t look at her directly, but she does move uncomfortably in her seat. Why did I even say that? It’s the truth, but we’ve never been so direct.
Ihead out of the bar and see Jenna as she gets in her Uber. Watching as she drives away. I know I should have told her I already know Reid. I should have told her when she told me about her crush. Reid and I met about eighteen months ago. Josh’s company was responsible for his new house in the hills.
When we did work on ‘Hidden Secrets’ earlier in the year, Kate gave us a discount on membership for three months. Now it is decision time. Do I want to take out a full membership? I’ve started to find myself here. This person inside of me has always been there. I just didn’t know how to access it.
I open up the app and click on it. There is availability for the rest of the night if I want to go.
My finger is hitting to attend before I know what I’m doing. I click accept. I’d love to see Jenna in this place.
Executive Assistant Jenna doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body. But off the clock, Jenna thrives on it. I’ve thought about it numerous times that we’ve hung out together.
I pull up the Uber app. I guess I’m going to Hidden Secrets tonight.
3
REID
WORK SONG: HOZIER
Ipurposely picked a blonde to ‘play’ with tonight to get Jenna Michaels out of my head. I mean, it’s fucking rude to think of another woman while getting a lap dance from another person. This isn’t your average club, nor is it a strip club. It’s THE most exclusive ‘sex club’ on the west coast.
I run my hands up the back of her thighs. I’m an exhibitionist. This place gives me a way to have that and not have the risk of ZMT or any other media outlet plastering images of me all over the internet. I also don’t think my lawyer would be too happy, especially considering he recently moved to the east coast. Mike, one of the owners of this place, would also have a fucking murderous fit if images from inside of this place got leaked.
She stops moving, her tits still right in front of my face. “Where did you just go?” she asks, pulling away from me.
“Nowhere. I’m here,” even though I don’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.
