Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Opal
My phone sits in the center of my desk.
It buzzes, Mr. Lennox’s name showing up on the screen.
This is it.
“Hello?” I purr, trying to make my voice sound as seductive as possible.
“Hey,” he says. He’s got the seductive rasp down pat.
“Are you lonely?” I dip a toe in, testing the waters. “Looking to make a connection on this gorgeous day?”
“I’m not lonely anymore,” he says.
My heart twists inside my chest.
“Looking for a special girl to talk to?”
“I’m already talking to her.”
I clutch the phone to my chest and bite my lip. Dude’s a cheeseball. Weird.
“How can I help you out on this glorious morning?” I say.
“You didn’t think I was going to just let you sit by yourself in there all day, did you?”
“I don’t know?” one of my shoulders shifts up. “You’re the boss. I work for you.”
“You do understand the requirements of the job, though,” he says, “don’t you? Or should I remind you.”
My body goes limp and white-hot. Like ice. My pussy trembles and pulses as I listen to his breathing on the other end of the phone.
“Remind me,” I whisper.
“The only thing you have to do is answer the phone when I call. You’re not chained to your desk.”
My heart skips a beat.
“D-do you want me to come into your office?” I say, my voice a thin quiver.
“No,” he says, with a little smile in his voice. “What would be the use of calling if you and I were in the same room?”
“Great point, boss.” I nod my head. “That’s why they pay you the big bucks.”
There’s a shift in energy as he sucks in a breath.
“You’re wrong, Opal,” he says. “This is my company. There’s no one above me to make decisions. Mine is the final word on everything that happens under my authority.”
“Of course, sir,” I say. “I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.”
A shiver runs through me. Sir . I like that.
“Now,” he says, his voice shifting to something more buttoned-up and formal, “we need to give you something to do today.”
“Oh…okay.” I pause. “I might have some ideas.”
I’m laying it on thick.
“As do I.” He clears his throat. “Do you like movies?”
I shudder as I think back to the cam-girl area of that place Marilyn told me about.
“Erm, I’m just supposed to be answering the phone, right?”
“You need something to do between phone calls,” he says. “I don’t want you to go out of your mind with boredom.”
“Honestly,” I say, “I don’t know how I could ever get bored of this. It’s lovely. This office. The cute clothes. The assortment of muffins. Best boss ever. Greatest job in the world.”
“You’ve barely even started yet,” he says.
He’s right. Unless he wants to make small talk for the rest of our lives.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he says. “Do you like movies?”
“I absolutely adore movies,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “The decision has been made. You’ll go to a movie.”
A smile quirks at the corner of my lip.
“I’m not even sure what’s playing right now,” I say.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“And what time does it start?” I say. “I don’t want to miss a second of it.”
“I’ll make sure you won’t.”
“How?”
“Trust me.”
Trust me.
Okay. Simple, I guess.
“Okay. I trust you.”
His breathing is heavy. I can picture him in his office right next to mine, his knees spread apart under his desk to make room for his big cock.
“Talk again soon,” he says.
“Yes.” I nod. “I can’t wait.”
We end the call and I hold my phone to my chest.
It’s true. I can’t wait to talk to him again.
And I’ll be counting down the seconds.
I push my sunglasses down my nose.
This is the theater?
I'm sitting in the back of a convertible on Hollywood Boulevard, shoulders bare and slathered with sunscreen, the faint whisper of palm trees serving as the calm backdrop to the laughs of tourists.
The female driver comes around to my side of the car and opens the door.
"Is this really it?" I say.
"It is." She nods courteously, with a small smile. "Follow me."
The theater is absolutely stunning. A marquis glows with warm lights, and the windows are painted in gold with art-deco patterns. There's a ticket booth, but there's no one inside. A woman in a sharp uniform tips her hat to me as she gestures toward the revolving doors.
The inside of the theater is even more amazing than the outside. It's more like a palace than a theater. The marble floors shine like they're brand new. The chandelier high above me glistens like it's dancing in the moonlight.
"Did we just walk through a time machine?" I say over my shoulder to my kind driver. “Where is everyone?"
"Mr. Lennox has arranged this private viewing just for you," she says.
Okay. He doesn't want me talking to any other guys, and a movie theater is the one place you're not supposed to talk. So, that makes sense.
A cute lady with short blonde hair behind the concession stand waves me over, hands me a bag of popcorn, and asks me to give her my phone.
I pull my purse closer to my side, protectively.
"I'd rather hold onto it, if that’s all right,” I say.
“I’m sorry," she says. "No recording devices of any kind."
"I get it, I really do, but…my boss wants me to have it on me. For…emergencies.”
The one thing I have to do is answer my phone. This feels like a precarious situation. But he set all of this up, right? He has access to the strings that need to be pulled to get someone like me into a place like this.
He wouldn't steer me wrong.
So I hand over my phone.
I walk down a beautiful hallway with antique framed movie posters. I feel like I'm being ushered down a red carpet as the door at the end of the hall opens. There's a narrow aisle splicing through rows of red velvet chairs. I spot a good one right in the middle of the theater.
I know Mr. Lennox only has me around to be his steamy chat partner, but I wish he were here with me right now, in this romantic atmosphere that he's orchestrated just for me.
This would be the perfect date, if only I had him here to share it with.
The theater lights dim, and my heart flip-flops.
I grab a handful of popcorn and settle in, perching my big sunglasses on my head like a tiara.