"What?" Reed growled as he reached out and gripped my arm."What?" I echoed still reeling."What did you just say?" he said as he pulled me to him once again."I didn't say anything." My words rushed out praying to God I hadn't given voice to my thoughts, although, I could tell by how adamantly he stared at me that I probably had. "Mr. Callaghan, Ms. Johnson was just on her way to clear her desk. Let me escort her out," said Mr. Jones from directly behind me. "Oh, please God don't tell me he heard me too," I whispered to Mr. Callaghan. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up right then. "No," said Mr. Callaghan. "No?" Mr. Jones said. I could hear the confusion in his voice.When Mr. Callaghan shook his head at me, I knew that answer had been intended for me. He turned fully to Jones and addressed him. "I need to talk to Ms. Johnson, so I will escort her out. You, you will stay here because when I come back, we have much to discuss," Mr. Callaghan stated forcefully. I could h
Sunday morning dawned late and instead of sitting in front of my TV that day like I wanted to do, I picked up where I had left off with the cleaning. I about it like a possessed woman trying hard not to think about the dream that I'd had last night. It wasn't until I pulled a cobweb out of my hair for the third time that I finally stopped and looked up. The clock said seven and my stomach reminded me it had been many hours since breakfast."Well stomach you're going to have to wait until after I shower because I am completely sticky and grimy," I said to myself out loud, startling myself with my own voice.I got showered and cleaned up in record time, as well as putting my hair up in a ponytail seeing no valid reason to try and tame the red-curled mess right at that minute. I wrapped the towel around myself and padded out to the living room to look through my takeout menus. I knew the basics of cooking, but tonight I didn't really feel like hassling with it especially since it was just
I walked back into the living room finally fully clothed and took a deep breath while squaring my shoulders, determined not to back down now. After my little pep talk, I was feeling more in control and ready to take him on. When I came around the corner, I noticed his back was to me so I happily took a moment to admire his exquisite physique. He had a strong, muscular back that I knew had to be a product of heavy lifting or days in the gym, and I could see them bunch up as he bent to pick up a picture I had sitting next to my TV. He had a rather spectacular ass, tight and firm and just the kind you wanted to slam your heels against as he was driving into you. Damn it, Mia, get a hold of yourself."So, what did you come here for?" I asked a bit more forcefully than I had intended. I had just been trying to distract myself from my dirty thoughts and him from the picture he was looking at. It was the one the paramedics had taken of Lizzie and me on my 25th birthday after a wild night of
He stopped by the kitchen and picked up the leather jacket that he apparently had laid across the back of one of the chairs. I wondered what had happened to it while he had been kissing me and by the way that he was dusting it off, I assumed it had landed on the ground somewhere. I had to keep my mouth shut as he walked out the door. I knew if even a squeak came out then I would end up begging him to stay. He paused as he opened it to look back at me and then looked back as if he just remembered something he wanted to say."By the way do you know who started this rumor I was gay?"OOPS, BUSTED LIZZIE. My eyes widened innocently, and I shook my head unwilling to throw my best friend under the bus."Well, it needs to be corrected. Michael the mail boy has been flirting incessantly with me and I'm fairly sure daggers are in my back from his boyfriend," he said shaking his head. "Call Lizzie, she's worried about you."I shook my head, bossy man. A giggle rose up in my chest that broke int
"What are you doing here?" I asked with shock when I walked into my office and saw Chrissy sitting behind my old desk.I had to admit I almost didn't recognize her. She had put her hair up in a respectful hairstyle and her clothing actually covered her body properly. I half wondered if I had fallen asleep and was dreaming her up. I had just barely made it on time that morning due to a restless night's sleep with dreams about a certain long-haired blue-eyed Master demanded that I submit to him. On top of all that, some idiot had tried to run me over on my walk to work. So, instead of my normal ten-minute walk it turned into a walk and a ten-minute yelling and cussing match. Needless to say, I really was in no mood for Chrissy's attitude this morning and was really hoping she would slink back into the hole she normally crawled out of.She looked up and glared death daggers at me. "This is my new office, haven't you heard? I've been demoted to doing your fucking job," she spat out at me
"You see after you left that night and never called, which by the way is the first time that has happened to me and I truly didn't appreciate the experience, Lizzie came back a few weeks later and signed on. When I asked about you, she insisted that this would not be the kind of thing you were into. She said it'd be best if I left you alone.""Honestly, I'm surprised Lizzie is," I said quietly and ignored the sharp calculating look he pinned me with as I waved at him to continue."Lizzie showed up from time to time to play and finally ended up with Jordan. So, I started to ask her about you, however, she was not very forthcoming with information. So, when this place came up for sale, I jumped on it, I had to see you again. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't forget about you," he said.His eyes were boring into mine begging me to understand and I couldn't break his gaze as I processed everything, he told me. I wasn't stupid, but I was having a hard time processing what he was telling
I skimmed the top page of the questionnaire but stopped when it left sex positions and started talking about toys, gags, and whips. Embarrassed to be reading something so sexual so openly, and more than a little turned on as each word conjured up an image of Reed and me. I set it aside to look through when I was alone."Tell me what the difference is, I want to make sure you understand," he said when I looked at him. It took a moment to think about what he had said since my mind was completely full of erotic images. "A hard limit is something you absolutely will not do. A soft limit is something that you are not able to do now but it may be something you can do in the future," I repeated a line from one of the first books I'd read. This was one thing I thought would be easy to do since I had made up the list in my head after reading so many books. But after looking through the questionnaire I realized how wrong I was, there were things on here they had never ever put in the books, I
The week sped by as I caught up on things I had to do to get settled into my new position. The first day had been taken up by trying to organize my desk and become familiar with the programs that Reed had installed on my new computer. Every morning Reed would greet me with a smoldering kiss that had my toes curling by the time he was done and then ask me if I'd had a chance to sign the contracts. I would shamefully confess to him I hadn't had time due to trying to get used to my new role in the company. He would get a progressively disappointed look on his face as the days went by. I would always leave feeling as if I had just kicked a puppy. But then we would both get busy and I'd hardly see him again for the rest of the day. Lizzie apparently was occupied with her new position as well because I didn't see her all week either. Every night I would go home and try to start on the contracts but wouldn't get much beyond the confidentiality agreement before I started getting agitated. It