All Chapters of Blackmailing the Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"So tell me about my granddaughter."Helen’s question takes me by surprise.I move my focus from the sun-drenched fields to Helen's serious expression. The two of us are sitting in wooden rocking chairs on the wide porch. Kimbra, Susan, and Judy are all in the kitchen. I offered to help with the breakfast dishes, but Judy pushed Helen and me out the door into the warm morning air.Kevin and Oscar are doing something on the farm. Their parting comment was about how there's no such thing as a day off. Generally, I'd agree. However, this weekend is different.Of course, I haven’t been totally without contact. I've been in communication with Jorge and Mike. Via texts and emails, I'm up to date on everything happening in New York and at our satellite locations. After Kimbra's interesting proposal and before we left, I told Mike everything.He wasn't pleased with what I'd done, or almost done, in the bathroom; nevertheless, he was cautiously optimistic about my deal with Kimbra. We both lau

"That's my Aunt Laura," Kimbra whispers as Jimmy walks a nice-looking woman down the aisle."Is she Judy's sister?" I realize I never figured out the connection."No, Uncle Albert is Dad's brother."We do a better job of whispering than the rest of her family as she points out different people. One by one the bridesmaids come down the aisle. The last one is Sheila. I quickly gaze at Jimmy, suddenly curious about his expression. My chest expands as I see his eyes directed toward his wife. How did I suddenly become involved in Kimbra’s family drama? I’m not sure, but for reasons I can’t explain, I also care about them.All at once, the volume of the music increases, the wedding march begins, and the entire congregation stands.Scarlett is lovely, totally dressed in white. The memory of my suggestion to offer her and Kurt the use of my plane makes me smile. As she nears, the scene before me fades and I have a vision of Kimbra dressed in a wedding gown. The image catches me off guard as I

"I even brought batteries." She digs in the bottom of her purse. "If I can just find them.""Grandma, put that away," I say, reaching for the vibrator.Just then, my uncle steps to the microphone and the room quiets. “Today is a special day…”"Kimberly Ann, give me back the vibrator!"Cough, cough, throat clearing.The entire room turns our way. My cheeks catch fire as I shove the package back into her purse. No longer able to ignore us, my father lays his head on the table while Susan's shoulders slump forward. Kevin shakes his head, and Mother takes another drink of her wine. It isn't until I look toward Duncan that the world suddenly seems right. His smile is classic. His green eyes sparkle with unshed tears of delight and his broad shoulders quake with laughter.As he reaches for my hand under the table, I succumb to the same laughter. It takes a full minute before I'm able to hear the heartfelt speech coming from the microphone."...pride and joy..."When the dancing begins, Dunc

As I watch her rhythm—each sway, each jiggle—I begin to hear the fucking imaginary music. The beat is made by the breeze through the window, and the chorus is the night sounds of the country air. It's hotter than any music at any gentlemen's club, and I could listen to it for hours. As Kimbra's dress slips from her shoulders, the vision of her strapless bra and matching triangle of lace makes my balls tighten. Her barely-there undergarments are the color of her creamy skin, barely holding her huge tits as she continues to dance. Her eyelids flutter, appearing heavy with wanton lust. It's more than I can take. I start to stand, but stop when Kimbra shakes her head, telling me no. Fuck, it's hot. Spinning, she reaches for the clasp of her bra and my favorite tits in the entire world are on display. Not just visible, but moving with her, heavy with desire and swaying as she leans forward. Their weight helps them swing to the silent beat. "Fuck," I growl. Again, she comes closer, pu

Like the elusive breeze blowing through my bedroom window, I'm unable to catch the passage of time. The reality as I pry open my eyes on Monday morning feels like a boulder pressing upon my chest, its weight reminding me that my fairytale is about to end.Turning toward Duncan, the crushing sensation intensifies. As I reach out, my fingertips brush the soft sheets and I'm faced with the stark, cool reality of an empty bed. This deal was set for a long weekend. The clock never stopped ticking. My shoe is loose and the carriage is on its way to becoming a pumpkin.The reality—despite my continued shitty analogy—is that whatever this was, it is about to end. My plus-one will be back to only one.Lingering in my thoughts, I relish a few more moments of the freedom Duncan promised with sleeping nude. Before this weekend, I'd never done it. Now as the covers caress my skin, I wonder if I'll continue once I'm home and alone. It isn't a life-altering question. Perhaps that's why I allow my mi