“Ms. Kristoff, wait.”
She spins around, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open.
“Mr. Roth?” She sounds almost hopeful. “What… what is it?”
“Next Saturday, I need you to come with me to the Humane Society gala.”
Her face falls.
“Oh, all right.” Ms. Kristoff sighs and nods. “Anything else?”
She seems almost… impatient with me, which I haven’t experienced before. But I suppose this is her off-time, and I’ve just interrupted her trying to go home with cum-soaked pantyhose.
“That’s all.”
I watch as she lets herself into the building, then slams the door closed behind her.
Hmm.
Back in the car, George knows better than to say anything about what he heard earlier. He’s my own personal driver, not employed by the company, so he’s loyal only to me. I don’t want to think about what would happen if it got out that I was fucking my personal assistant.
That thought is sobering. Delicious though she is, what we have is temporary. Once I’ve gotten what I need, once I’ve had my fill of her, I’ll cut it off. She’s more valuable to me as an employee than as a sexual partner, and I’ve been foolish for taking it this far.
My cock sure doesn’t like the sound of that,though. In fact, my entire being riots at the idea of losing what we’ve gained. She was marvelous today, pliant and yet thirsty, eager and happy to be humiliated. She liked everything I did to her, everything I said to her. She leaned against me at the end, tender in a way I didn’t expect.
Maybe this has all been a mistake, because it will be hard to end it.
CHAPTER
NINE
ROSETTE
As the haze of sex drifted off and I lay against Mr. Roth on the back seat, I’d hoped he would put his arms around me. That he would say something to me, something kind, perhaps. Something that meant he didn’t really believe I was a filthy slut, or whatever he had called me.
But he didn’t, and that was what made me feel truly dirty.
I throw my pantyhose in the trash along with my underwear, then climb into the shower. I scrub every last inch of myself, then use plentyof products on my skin and hair before getting out.
This is what I wanted, and yet I’m furious at myself now for wanting it. Today was incredible, exactly what I hoped for. Everything I could have dreamed of—getting fucked against Mr. Roth’s desk, riding his lap in the car.
Right now, though, I feel like I was emotionally run over by a truck.
After throwing together a quick stir-fry, I flop down on the couch. Usually I try to get to the gym, maybe see some of my friends, but tonight I just want to vegetate and mope.
I fall asleep watching some crime show, which is much more soothing than you’d think.
Then I’m up again the next day, trying to put on my game face. Be a good assistant and definitely don’t catch feelings for your boss.
The car is, surprisingly, a couple of minutes late to pick me up. When I get in the back, Mr. Roth sits in his usual seat, his arms crossed, that focused frown on his face. As always, I pull out my phone and look at the calendar, reading off a list of our first few appointments.
When I’m finished, though, Mr. Roth actually speaks to me.
“I have something for you, Ms. Kristoff.”
I watch with curiosity as he reaches into the footwell and picks up a paper bag, which he then passes to me. I open it up to peer inside to find a new pair of black tights and a skimpy red lingerie set, much like what I was wearing yesterday.
Replacements for the underwear he ruined.
