“Yes,” she replied nervously.
“I’m sure Bobby will be more forthcoming and ready to divulge just howenlighteningAmanda was by the time we’re on the back nine. I do hope you didn’t encourage her,” said Jim, obviously sure that Tasha would have more than encouraged Amanda’s revelations.
“And if I did?” she asked and added, “hypothetically.”
“Hypothetically.” He arched a single brow. “You know I don’t like you befriending my ex-wives period, but I reluctantly agreed to it with certain provisos in place, namely your discretion and no comparing notes; so I would be likely to be pissed at you and in need of some retribution, much like Bobby would want from Abby if he discovered she’d been indiscreet.” He smirked his cockiest, confident smirk.
“So I could keep Abby’s confidence and take all the flack myself or decide that as she has thrown me under the bus, a little payback might be in order.”
“Exactly, baby, and payback is a bitch. Bobby and I are very similar in many ways.” He drained the remaining coffee from his cup and got to his feet.
“So I believe,” she muttered, unsure which way to jump.
“I will see you later. Go and spend some money with Juan, maybe some sexy shoes that will go with that school uniform of yours because if you have been indiscreet and I find out via Bobby I think we’ll need a date across my desk, baby.” Jim grinned and turned to leave before Tasha called to him.
“Abby told me that Bobby likes her to call him Daddy when they’re shagging,” she blurted out.
Jim turned slowly and began to laugh loudly. “Really? Daddy? I thought I was a kinky fucker, but Daddy.”
“Yes, and in return he likes to call her Abigail, or, and I have a feeling you will like this one more, Daddy’s best girl,” Tasha revealed with a sense of triumph.
“You have to know I will be totally incapable of keeping this information to myself, don’t you?” Jim continued to laugh as Tasha followed him into the hallway.
“Perhaps Abby needs to take responsibility for her actions and if she is going to share my confidences with others then I should return the favour, and—” She paused.
“And?”
“And I don’t see why I should suffer a sore arse alone.” She cringed as she became aware of Sandra descending the stairs.
The other woman scurried past them, heading back into the kitchen leaving Jim amused in equal amounts to Tasha’s embarrassment.
“Fuck! I’ve done it again,” said Tasha disbelievingly.
“Yes, you have and now you’re swearing too.” He offered her a really weak frown.
“Shame you have to go and leave that issue unresolved,” she taunted, hoping to entice him to stay a little longer.
He stepped towards her and in two long strides was so close she could feel his breath on her face, hot, then cold, then hot again.
“Buy the shoes, Tasha, you’ll definitely be needing them and I seem to recall that the implement of punishment is down to me and you requested it hard too. So, I will see you later and do not tell Daddy’s best girl about this conversation before I’ve had the chance to speak to Daddy himself.” Jim laughed again before landing a single, gentle and delicate kiss to the corner of Tasha’s lips before leaving for the day.
“Oh my, I need them Juan, they are beyond fuckable,” she exclaimed before realising that the sales assistant was staring at her wide-eyed while they just laughed at her previous experience wearing fuckable shoes.
The young woman of about twenty-five with short spiky auburn hair appeared to recover quickly from her initial shock to ask, “Does sir approve?”
“Oh yes,” replied Juan, missing the woman’s error.
“Shall I take those for you, madam?” The assistant turned her attention to Tasha who nodded and after handing them over followed the assistant to the pay point with Juan where her phone rang.
She smiled when she saw it was Jim calling.
“Hello,” she answered turning slightly as she handed her credit card over.
“Hi, baby. Did you get a date with Juan?”
“Yes, we’re shopping then lunching,” she told him, smiling as she looked down at her purchase.
“And what have I bought for you today, honey?” he asked seriously.
