Chapter 6 #2
“Randall sent you a red alert.” Collin rolled his eyes.
Randall’s red alerts could be anything from a cybersecurity breach in our London hotels to his request for a certain type of IPA to be served in the hotel lounge he frequented.
“I’ll be right back with that smoothie.” He winked at Kylie and her face softened.
“He’s nice.” She drifted into the office and took up her familiar position behind a chair instead of in it.
“Yeah, Collin’s great.” I sat down and woke up my laptop. “Have a seat.” I pointed to the chair. She remained standing and looked around my office.
The floor to ceiling windows offered a pleasant view across the desert. The sun was high in the sky, bathing the mountain landscape in the distance in golden light. She looked at the chair, but instead of sitting, she sauntered over to the window and looked out.
Brat was on the tip of my tongue.
“You want to talk about what happened in Kyler’s office?”
“Not really.” She shrugged, but realization hit her. “Wait, you could see us?” She walked back toward my desk and lowered herself into the chair.
“Audio, too.”
“You spy on your boss?” She leaned forward. “Does he know?”
“Spy on my boss.” I shook my head. “If the security is triggered, I have to have a way to see inside to know what’s going on. Not like I sit and watch him while he’s working.”
“What security breaches can happen all the way up there?”
“Well, clearly you found a weakness.”
“Yeah, it might work better if the door closed before I entered.” She snickered.
“Well, while you were distracted by the lockdown, if Kyler wanted to remove himself, there is a door behind his desk that leads to a secure area, and it would have immobilized you in that room alone.”
“Interesting.” She rested her chin in her hand.
“And then what happens? You send in a team to apprehend the perp,” her tone was pure television drama, full of clipped questions and manufactured authority.
“What if they fight back? Is the glass bulletproof? Does the secure area have another escape route?”
I held up my hand. She stopped talking.
“We can immobilize them before anyone on my staff has to enter the room.”
“Oh, wow! How do you do that?” Her eyes grew wide. But the pout returned when I didn’t answer her.
“We provide answers to these and other questions about our operations only to people who actually work for us.” I nodded.
She covered her hands with her face.
“If you heard what Kyler said, then you know.” She peeked through her fingers. “What he accused me of being.”
“It wasn’t an accusation and, like he said, not something you should be ashamed of.” I closed my laptop screen and concentrated on her face.
“I’m not ashamed.” She sat up. “It’s not . . . what I do in my private life has nothing to do with my professional life.”
“In any other circumstance, I would agree, but with this job, it might be beneficial.” I stood and walked to the chair next to her.
“While I’d like to get more into why that is the case, I can’t really in good conscience do that unless you are going to join us.
Like Kyler said, you are welcome to, on a trial basis.
Even if it doesn’t work out, you can leave at any time.
What you learn in the meantime is protected by the confidentiality agreement, of course. ”
“Oh, of course.” She rolled her eyes. Again, brat. “But I can’t be little and do my job. It’s not professional.”
“Well, why don’t you let us, as your employers, determine what is and isn’t professional.
” I sighed. “Look Kylie. You’re right. We wouldn’t want you to protect Rayna and Tinley while you’re in little space, but you always will understand more than most and be more accepting.
Kyler wants to create a world for Rayna where she will never have to feel uncomfortable to truly be herself. You being a little helps.”
“Here’s your smoothie, Kylie.” Collin walked into the open door and set the drink on the desk in front of her.
She eyed him and the drink, but didn’t reach for it.
“Thanks, Collin.”
“You’re welcome.” He nodded and scurried out, closing the door behind him.
“So everyone knows.” She hid her face again.
“Why does that matter to you so much?” I sat back down next to her.
I picked up the smoothie and handed it to her.
Thankfully, she took it. I wouldn’t have minded feeding it to her while rocking her in my arms. My cock twitched at the image of Kylie and her firm ass on my lap—a thought so inappropriate it was a fire alarm in my head.
I stood back up and walked back behind my desk.
I needed a little distance. It didn’t help that the smell of apples lingered in the air around her.
“Because it’s my life. My private business.” She took a small sip and closed her eyes. Savoring the taste. A small smile curled up the side of her mouth.
“Did it not come up during your security clearance with the FBI?” There had to be kinky people working for the FBI. I’ve learned over the years we are everywhere.
“That’s the thing: unless they see it as a problem, they just don’t talk about it.” She waved her hands in the air. “You guys want me to wave my little flag high for all to see.”
“Well, not exactly.” I smirked and lowered myself into my seat.
She was being irresistibly cute; I was having a hard time thinking straight.
All I knew was I didn’t want to let her leave.
“All I’m saying is, if it doesn’t interfere and somehow helps you in doing your job, what does it matter? Do you have a daddy?”
“Again, not sure that’s an appropriate question.” She sipped her drink. “Unless you’re interviewing for the job.”