Chapter 40
Iwas startled beyond comprehension. The bar was situated in a corner and had windows all around. I”d been able to find a parking spot across the street, and from the moment I approached, she was impossible to miss, seated at the bar.
What I couldn’t understand, however, was why she was suddenly chugging down alcohol when she was supposed to be drunk out of her mind, and why her friend was leaning forward to suck on her breast. There was a lot I couldn’t understand, and for a second, it made me feel as though I was being pranked. But then she was my secretary, and she knew better than to make a fool out of me, so as I headed into the bar, I couldn’t help but remain concerned.
Her friend saw me first, and then I watched as my secretary, with her back facing me, chugged down the rest of her drink and then seemingly collapsed against the surface of the counter. Her friend was amused, but still, she had the good sense to rise and come over to me.
I detested these mid-tier bars in the city as they always had the foulest smell. However, since I had come all the way here, I had no choice but to enter.
“You”re Mr. Templeton,” her friend greeted as she held out her hand for a handshake. I also couldn’t help but notice that her words were slightly slurring but I accepted her hand.
“I”m so sorry to have made you come all the way here. I”m still going to insist that you let me take her home. She really is fine. She just had a couple of drinks, and pretty soon we”ll all head home together. My boyfriend will either drive us, or if he”s too intoxicated, we’ll take a cab.”
I watched her, unable to keep the unhappiness out of my expression, and then my gaze went to my wild secretary. She was still, perhaps too still for someone who”s supposed to be drunk and restless.
I gave her friend a little look, and then went close to her.
I smelled the whiff of liquor off her from when I was only a few steps away from her.
“Is she okay?” I asked. “Is she passed out or what?”
“Uh…” Her friend looked confused as she stared at her. “I think she”s fine.”
I gave her a look at the nonsense words she had been using all evening and then closed the distance between me and Hannah.
Her hair, formerly done, was loosened, and even though she had worn it this way in the office, it was truly the first time that I was seeing all of it cascading down her shoulders. It was a bit curly and bouncy and absolutely gorgeous, and it covered nearly the entire top half of her body, which was why when I finally grabbed her arms and lifted her, I was surprised to see just how much cleavage she had chosen to expose for the night. I”d known she was dressed inappropriately for the night when I”d seen her friend kiss her breast, but now that I was up close, my eyebrows shot up.
Her friend seemed to notice this and laughed softly, albeit nervously.
“I was the one who forced her out with me,” she said. “She didn’t have anything to wear except her work clothes, so she just squeezed into this.”
“Sure,” I replied, my cock in response pulsing with arousal and itching as well to be squeezed. The top cups of the dress were so small it was as though at any moment she would completely spill out, and she didn’t seem aware of that. And so, I straightened her, but because she was suddenly spineless and droopy, she couldn’t quite hold herself straight.
I knew then, even when I tried, and she didn’t comply, that this was a complete farce. I couldn’t help but feel angry then, and almost let go of her to fall to the ground, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
Instead, I was even more confused as to why she was playing this kind of silly and foolish game.
Perhaps she was just trying to get my attention, I wondered, as I threw my arm around her waist and lifted her to see if she could walk. To my surprise, her legs were able to move, even though she remained droopy and unstable, and so this way, I was able to take her across the street and put her into the passenger side of my vehicle.
In there and occupied, with the purse her friend had slung over her arm, I put her in and drew the seatbelt over her.
I tried to stare into her eyes then, but they remained forcefully closed, making me aware of what she was doing. If I wasn’t so exhausted, I was sure that I would have found it funny, but being exhausted and so aroused was a lethal combination, so I amended myself and then called her friend once again.
“Where does she live?” I asked. “And do you know how to get her into her apartment? Like, does she have keys or something?”
“Yes, she does,” her friend replied, suddenly acting and sounding more serious than she had earlier on. “It should all be in her purse, the one around her neck, and as for her address, I’ll send it to you right now.”
“Alright,” I replied and started the engine. A few seconds later, the address was sent to my phone, and after programming it into the GPS, we turned around, and we were on our way to her home in Brooklyn.