Chapter 15
Juliet
I finished packing up our lunch remnants into the brown paper bag, wondering how I could have said that comment about my tongue to Chester just now.
Judging by how he had left in such a hurry, I had probably taken it too far.
Crossed a line. It was my second day at his company, and I had said something highly unprofessional and suggestive. But he had started it, hadn’t he?
I couldn’t help myself with him. I didn’t know what it was, but I had never been this way with anyone.
All my life, I had been this buttoned-up, conservative girl.
Always scared to push the boundaries. Finding excuses to not go for what I wanted.
Never being brazen or bold. Now I was having sexually suggestive word vomit.
I had only ever had two boyfriends in my life, both long-term.
One I had met in high school, and everyone thought we would get married and have kids.
I fell into everyone else’s dreams of what they wanted for us.
High school sweethearts. The idea of it sounded so wholesome.
So safe. That was probably why I stayed with him as long as I had because it was safe.
It was also boring. He never pushed me to be anything more than who I was in high school.
Funny, because when I tried my best to stay the same sixteen-year-old girl he met, he found someone else who was “less vanilla” as he told me.
I should have been sadder than I was. Everyone else seemed to be more torn up than either of us.
My parents. His parents. Our friends. That had to say something.
When I moved to New York, I met someone else.
I was new to the city, and fell into it with the first person who made me feel at home.
We had nothing in common, and as much as we tried to ignore it, it eventually pulled us apart.
He couldn’t understand why I liked being at home, curled up with a good book or a new album.
I couldn’t understand why he needed to be out with his friends every night, leaving me waiting for him to call on more occasions than I would like to admit.
Since then, I’d stayed away from relationships.
I focused on work and on my friendships, going on dates here and there, but no one really made me feel anything.
I didn’t think anyone ever had. At least, not like the way Chester did.
With him, I felt free. My inhibitions gone. Having courage to cross lines.
I had never kissed someone I had just met, let alone gone home with them at my suggestion.
He was my first ever one-night stand. It had been the best sex of my life.
Even though I hadn’t had more than two partners, I had a feeling he would be the best sex I would ever have in my lifetime.
He expertly knew how to explore my body, as if he had done it hundreds of times.
I could still feel his palms against my thighs.
His tongue curling into me. His length pressing into the very depths of me.
And now he had hired me as his personal assistant, meaning we would be in a shared proximity for the unforeseeable future.
Leaving his place this morning, I didn’t know when I would see him again.
I knew it would be eventually. He would have to leave the top floor and mingle with the peasants at some point, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon.
I also didn’t expect him to transfer me to a whole new job.
I wondered why he was doing this, but I couldn’t say I was unhappy with his decision.
Not only did I get my very own office with a major pay raise, but the best part was I got to see him all day.
My thoughts had already been in a tizzy all morning, just feeling his presence across the hall.
It had been so overwhelming that I decided to move around my office furniture, hoping it would burn off the dangerous, burning thoughts in my head.
Did he have to look that good? It was highly distracting, and unfair to any other man in this city. Hell, this world. And the way I caught his brown eyes looking at me, darkening slightly, it was completely disorienting. And now he was flirting with me. Did he want to see me unravel before him?
Whatever game he was playing, I was ready to play it right back.
It was dangerous. Hell, we were working together.
I knew that this was insubordination, but if he was the head of the company, was it really?
I knew that human resources wouldn’t see it that way, though.
The rest of the office either. And if something like this got out, it could ruin his reputation, which was everything when you were someone like Chester.
It could ruin mine too, though I had already been doing a hell of a job of that myself since yesterday’s livestream.
Still, I couldn’t help but think if I had never accidentally gone online while shaving in the shower, maybe this whole thing with Chester wouldn’t have started.
He had sought me out because of that video, and for some reason, through the mortification of that, I had also felt a quiet satisfaction that he had enjoyed it.
There was a power in that. I got off on the fact that this powerful man was on his knees for me last night.
And now I was learning little things about him, slowly but surely.
We were doing everything backward, exploring bodies before minds.
He was different than I imagined. It sounded like he was a normal guy, at least before all this.
It had been fun imagining him working at the yogurt shop and at the pub.
It made all of this that much more impressive, because he had built it himself.
I found myself wanting to know more. About his life before all of this. His mom. His dad. If he had siblings.
There was so much more to uncover, and I found myself wanting to.
It made me feel stupid for even entertaining the idea that whatever this was between us was anything more than sexual.
I pushed the thought out of my head, and reminded myself it was just a fun fling.
Something I had to get out of my system.
The rest of the afternoon, Chester was hardly in his office, taking meetings in the conference room or offsite.
I thought as his personal assistant, I would come along for meetings.
I wondered if he was avoiding me, my stomach sinking at the thought.
Had we taken it too far over a stupid tiramisu cupcake? Maybe he realized this was too risky.
At six o clock, Chester returned to his office, just as I was packing up for the day.
Everyone else had already gone home, leaving me to wait and see if I was needed.
I wasn’t quite sure of my duties, and if they involved staying past five.
He glanced at me through the open door, his hair slightly out of place as if he had run his hand through it.
Maybe it had been a tiring afternoon. As head of a company and a new merger, I couldn’t imagine how it wasn’t tiring.
“Heading out for the night?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Yes, unless there is something you need me to do,” I said, without any sort of innuendo to my voice. I was going to keep it professional, until I knew what this thing was.
“Hmmm,” he said, walking toward the door and leaning against the doorframe casually. He looked around the office, whose desks were empty and computers turned off.
Something blossomed inside me at the thought he might have a task for me that was not anywhere near professional. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for whatever he had to say.
I need more staples.
I need your mouth around my cock.
I didn’t know. I had a feeling he would always keep me guessing like this. Maybe that was his intrigue, or the fact he made me orgasm more than I had in both of my previous relationships combined. It was to the point where I didn’t know where one stopped and one started.
Chester stepped out of his office and walked toward mine, his black suit hugging him perfectly with each step, before stopping just inside my office.
My breath caught in my throat as he looked me up and down, slowly and deliberately.
I shifted in my patent leather pumps, pressing my knees together behind the safety of my desk.
“What I need from you is not appropriate for this office…” he said, his voice a gruff whisper. “So, I guess you’re free to go, Juliet.”
I swallowed hard as I watched him turn and head back into his office, leaving me in shambles as a heat rose between my legs. This man knew exactly what to say and how to say it. He would be my undoing.
I turned my back to him to hide the smile that was pulling at my lips.
I looked down at the view of the city just as the sun was setting behind the buildings, leaving the sky a watercolor of deep red and purple.
I realized now that I had not taken anything too far, and this game we were playing was still on.
On my walk home, Sadie called demanding some answers.
“Who was that guy you were sucking face with?” she asked.
“Just someone I met recently.” I shrugged. I didn’t want to tell her that he was my boss. Not yet, at least. I knew she would worry, and after yesterday’s morning livestream, my friends had already been through it with their worries.
“So you were grinding on the dance floor with a near stranger?”
“I guess so.”
Sadie giggled on the other line. “Who are you?” she asked in disbelief.
“I don’t know, but I think I like her.”
“I do too. It’s about time you let your freak flag fly.”
“Oh, my gosh, Sadie!” I exclaimed, shaking my head as I turned the corner to my apartment.
“Embrace it!” she said.
“I’m going now…” I said in a sing-song voice.
“Ta-ta,” she giggled.
The next morning as I woke up, I stretched my arms over my head and let out a satisfied moan after a good night’s sleep.
I had passed out shortly after I got home from work and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, desperate for sleep after the night before.
As I stared at the ceiling, I thought about what Sadie said.
Embrace it.
I pulled the covers off me, and climbed out of bed to quickly wash up.
Once my teeth were brushed and my face washed, I started to primp for the day.
I had woken up early enough to spend a little extra time on hair and makeup.
After yesterday’s tired look, I was going for something a little more put together.
I ran a curling iron through my hair, creating loose, voluminous waves that fell down my back.
I brushed on some mascara, dabbed on some pink blush, and smoothed on a rosy pink lipstick.
Happy with my upper half, I strode for my closet in nothing but my lacy boy shorts and matching bralette I had slept in.
Running my hands over the hangers, I went over my options of what to wear to work. I could keep it G-rated with a pair of cream trousers and a crisp white blouse that had a peek of cleavage. Or…
There was the Boob Shirt.
And the Ass Skirt.
Both dangerous on their own, but paired together…
Paired together, it was an outfit well into PG-13 territory. It was an outfit that was asking for it.
I plucked each from the rack and looked at them, pondering if double-sided tape and a prayer would hold me in the white, loose, button-down shirt.
The chocolate brown plaid skirt was so short that if I did anything but stand perfectly straight, the bottom of my lace boy shorts would show.
It was ridiculous for the office, but imagining Chester’s face when he saw me in it was tempting.
It was too much. I shook my head and placed the hangers back on the rack. If anything, Chester was going to have to work for a little more skin. If a game of teasing was what we were playing, I wasn’t about to show him all my cards just yet, even if his hands had just shuffled the deck.
I pulled on the top drawer of my dresser to reveal my underwear drawer. All the colors of the pastel rainbow stared up at me as I pulled out a silky, barely-there thong. Sexy, and understated. It would give me confidence under more modest business clothes.
As I slid the white thong up my legs and into place, I thought about how I could still have a little fun with Chester.
I came up with a little, devious plan. At some point today, I would slide the white, gossamer fabric up over my hips just before pretending to pick something up outside his office door.
Kneeling down just so, I would give him a glimpse into exactly what I wore underneath these modest clothes.
I wouldn’t have to say anything. My clothes could do the talking.
I smiled to myself in the mirror, wearing nothing but the thong.
Who is this girl? And why did it take her so long to get here?