“Number one, I wasn’t a stripper. I was—”
“Yeah, yeah. We know. A cake pop-out girl. But were you or were you not grinding on my lap?”
“I wasn’t grinding on your lap. I was dancing in a room and I happened to trip because—”
“You’re clumsy?”
“I’m not clumsy, I just tripped.”
“You tripped and you fell on my lap. And did you or did you not move back and forth on top of my lap?”
“I was adjusting myself and trying to get off of you. I wasn’t giving you a lap dance!”
“Uh-huh. Okay then. I mean, if you happened to slip and fall on my dick, is that my fault or yours?”
“Mr. McAllister, really?”
“Oh, was that inappropriate?”
“You know that’s inappropriate, sir.”
“You know what, Miss Waldron?”
“What, Mr. McAllister?”
“I do love it when you call me sir.”
“What?”
“I said I do love it when you call me sir. It makes me feel powerful. It makes me think of bending you over my desk and—”
“Enough, Mr. McAllister.”
He chuckled. “I guess I did cross the line just that one time.” He laughed. “Fine. Don’t forget my latte and my croissant. I’ll see you in the office in an hour.”
“Don’t you want to hear your schedule for the day?”
“You can tell me when we get to the office.”
“Okay, sir.”
“And actually, don’t book the flights until you get to the office.”
“Okay.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
Immediately, I was suspicious. “What’s the surprise?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it? See you in an hour, Miss Waldron.”
“Goodbye, Mr. McAllister.”
I hung up. I was still apprehensive about seeing him in the office, but I was excited to see what the surprise was. I knew I shouldn’t be. It wasn’t like it was going to be anything good, though the conversation had gone a lot better than I thought it would. And his sexual talk had turned me on.
I chewed on my lower lip as I realized that my panties were wet. I was really turned on, and he was right. I had wanted more from him, and there had been a couple of times I’d moved back and forth in his lap where I just wanted to feel his hardness between my legs.
I looked at the time on my phone and I debated whether or not I had enough time to pleasure myself before work. I didn’t really, but I knew if I went into work feeling like this, I wasn’t going to get a lot done, especially if he continued to tease me. I’d feel horny at work, too.
Should I get up and have a cold shower or lie back down and enjoy touching myself? Then I remembered the new vibrator that I’d gotten recently. I pulled it out of the drawer and switched it on. It vibrated back and forth very quickly. I closed my eyes and pulled my panties down and positioned it between my legs. I squirmed on the bed as the little rosebud moved back and forth, sucking on my clit. I pictured Dylan McAllister’s face as I lay there and within minutes, I was coming.
“Oh, Dylan! Yes!” I cried out as the little vibrator drove me to climax. My eyes popped open when I realized what I’d said. My body was trembling, but all I could think about was Dylan’s face, his lips, his tongue, how badly I wished it was his head between my legs. I could never let him know how badly I wanted him. Last night had been the biggest mistake of my life, and now I was wondering how I was going to get through my days with him, knowing that I wanted him so badly.
Chapter 27
Abby
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“Do not let him see you sweat. Do not let him see you sweat,” I muttered to myself as I made my way into the office. “Be calm, confident. You got this Abby.”
I took a deep breath, stepped out of the elevator, and looked around the office. I was disappointed when I didn’t see Dylan. After all that, he wasn’t even there.
I sat down at my desk and checked the time. Where was he? I was thirty minutes late, and I had been prepared for him to tell me off for my tardiness. I’d even had my excuses ready to go, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t even here. I opened up my laptop and looked through my work email to see if there was anything pressing. There was a message from one of the board members asking if he could have an emergency meeting with Mr. McAllister but he didn’t say why. Was there anything there to tell me where he was?
I went and sat down at his desk and started going through the papers, looking for any clue about where he was.
I looked up when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Sure enough, there he was, his vibrant blue eyes staring down at me. I felt like I’d been caught in the act of doing something naughty. “I was just trying to see if I could figure out where you were.”
“Of course you were. Good morning, Ms. Waldron.”
“Good morning, Mr. McAllister.” I stood up and got out of his way. I was sure he’d tell me off, but he didn’t. He just sat down in his large leather chair.
“So, Ms. Waldron, did you book the tickets yet?”
“No. I was just about to do that, sir. And the hotel room. I just wanted to confirm with you the times of the flights.”
“We’re going to leave tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I thought we were going to leave on Saturday.”
“There’s been a change of plans.”
“I don’t know what flights we’ll be able to get tomorrow, sir.”
“You’ll find flights. Money is no object.”
“Are you sure?” I stared at him through narrowed eyes. Why were we leaving tomorrow? And what was he looking at me like that for? Was he going to mention anything about the bachelor party? This all felt very weird. “Okay. Well, I guess I’ll go and see what flights they have available,” I said and waited for him to stop me.
“Okay.”
I walked over to my desk and stopped about halfway through and then looked back at him. “Are you going to say anything about last night?”
“What would you like me to say? Didn’t we say it all this morning?”
“I don’t think that we did. And …”
“You quit the job, right?”
“No, I didn’t quit the job.”
“You’re going to quit though. Correct?”
“I mean, maybe. But not because you—”
“Then we have nothing to talk about, Ms. Waldron.”
“You think you’re the boss of me, don’t you?”
“I am quite literally the boss of you.” He stood up and walked over to me. “Do you want to have an argument with me, Ms. Waldron? Is that what you’re hoping for?”
“No,” I said feeling flustered.
“Then may I ask why you are trying to antagonize me and instigate some sort of disagreement?”
“I’m not trying to antagonize you, and I’m not instigating anything. I just figured that we should clear the air.”
“The air has been cleared, sweetheart. Book the flights and we’ll be fine.”