Blackthorne file
The office was dark and empty except for our corner. The file room buzzed to life when I switched on its fluorescent lights. I pulled open the heavy drawer marked “A, B, C” and fingered through it. On my way back, I tripped over a snag in the carpet and papers flew out of the file in my hand.
I cursed under my breath, getting on my knees to gather up the mess.
As I grasped the last sheet, Dean’s voice came from the office through the open door. “Bring me the file.”
“That’s what I’m doing,” I said.
“Just like that.”
I glanced up and met his eyes, darkened into an unnatural indigo. “What?”
“Bring it to me on your knees.”
My mind chose that moment to conjure up the image of my friends, probably basking in Mexico’s hot sun, flirting with people their age and sipping Piña Coladas. Would they laugh if they saw me now? Tease me? I didn’t think it was so funny. In fact, my thighs trembled under Dean’s—no, Mr. Brittany’s—unrelenting gaze.
I clutched the file in my hand.
“Put it down your skirt,” he said.
I tucked it into my waistband and waited.
“Now,” he said, “just crawl.”
I fell forward onto my hands. My palms and knees scratched against the carpet as I went to him. I crept slowly, drawn in by his beckoning eyes. The papers crinkled against my stomach, the file folder’s edges poking into my blouse.
“When I get home, I’m going to think of you this way,” he said evenly, talking to my breasts, which swung in my button-down as I advanced. “Except, in my fantasy, I’d get up and walk over to you. I’d pull up your skirt and take you from behind.”
I stopped in my tracks. I wanted to tell him he could, but my mouth felt dry, my heart sped. He didn’t give me the chance anyway.
“When I was close, I’d pull out and come all over your ass.”
I inhaled sharply.
“Has anybody ever come on you before, Alexandra?”
I shook my head and continued across the floor, closing in on his desk.
“Are you a virgin?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to?”
“Want you to what?” I asked.
“Come on you.”
My chest vibrated now with the force of my heartbeat. I shook my head, because I couldn’t think of anything more degrading. I wouldn’t even let Trey ejaculate in my mouth. When I reached Dean, I remained on my hands and knees, waiting.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
My eyes fell to his pant leg. “He dumped me.”
“Look at me.” He sat back in his chair, assessing me. “How come?”
“He said he didn’t want a girlfriend anymore.”
