“Forget her at your peril, Tash. She is obsessed where Jim is concerned and I reckon she’d do anything to put a wedge between you and him. I truly believe she would rather nobody had him if she can’t.” Juan wore a very serious expression and suddenly Tasha remembered that when Jim had told her about Mickie’s involvement with Michael Rose he had referred to surprises in Mickie’s arsenal that he hadn’t yet revealed to her.
“Come on, I have a couple more things I need to pick up.” Tasha was already on her feet and throwing some money down on the table to pay for lunch.
Chapter 33
Once Tasha got home, she went straight upstairs where she listened to some music as she text Jim.
“Fuck, shit and bollocks!” Tasha plugged her headphones into her ears, lay down and waited for her next instruction feeling rather guilty.
It was a couple of hours later when her text alert sounded.
She grinned inanely as she looked down and reread his message and her own reply then giggled as her phone vibrated in her hand with a response.
“God no. Poor Amanda. Shit.” Tasha spoke aloud but had no clue who she was speaking to in the empty room.
She sighed loudly and wondered if she could avoid Amanda finding out that Jim was aware of what she’d said. She was reluctant to share and the others were always the ones to push her to divulge details. Tasha was happy to bein troublewith Jim, but not Amanda. She was an employee, she and Jim were clear on that point so how would she be punished? He could sack her or make her work for someone else. He would certainly forbid her from socialising with Tasha’s little gang and that really wasn’t fair on Amanda. She carefully typed a message to Jim.
No reply came and Tasha assumed that this was now part of the build-up, the suspense. It had started and the game was now on. She leapt from the bed and figured she had about half an hour to be ready. After quickly showering she dried her hair and put it into plaited pig tails. Tasha looked at the clothes on the bed; the school skirt, blouse and tie, but as yet no underwear. She rummaged through her underwear and decided against any of the lacy, sexy undies, no thongs or brief briefs, she toyed with French knickers but rejected them before spotting a pair at the bottom of the drawer containing her everyday pants and grinned. She pulled on the white cotton pants that revealed nothing. They really were the pants of a straight laced school girl. She giggled as they seemed never ending as she pulled them up and they almost reached her naval. Now, which bra? Or no bra? That would certainly provide a contrast to the prissy pants.
She quickly put the few remaining clothes on over her pants and then pulled out her new shoes, well boots. She slipped them on, zipped them up and checked out her reflection in the mirror and smiled. A thousand dollars’ worth of boots, but they were definitely worth the price tag for the feeling of the soft black leather hugging her legs. The over the knee boots with a five inch heel offered another contrast from the innocent, virginal look of the school uniform. With a coat of lip sheen added she was ready to go. She’d just reached for the door handle when she hesitated. Had Sandra gone home? She’d managed to avoid Sandra since discussing her sore arse that morning and was in no hurry to see her yet, especially not dressed like this.
She clapped her hands as she went over the message again. “My bossy, infuriating man.” She almost swooned as she gazed down at his words. The game was definitely on now. He was already setting up the scenario and how she would behave. Her stomach felt as though it was doing somersaults, flipping one way and then the other. She also became aware of how aroused she already felt with the warm damp sensation between her legs distracting her.
She frowned at his message. Mr Control Freak was well in the zone now and there would be no acceptable reason for not following orders. Slowly and taking what she had always called baby steps she ventured out of the bedroom and down the stairs calling, “Sandra, Sandra, hello.”
No reply came as she descended the stairs and once in the hall Tasha jumped at the sound of her heels on the marble floor. She laughed at herself in the mirror and decided that her choice of accessories would be most acceptable to Mr Maybury. Safe in the knowledge that Sandra was not in the house Tasha relaxed slightly and waited for Jim to contact her. She checked the time and as the ‘about an hour’he’d quoted was up she began to pace and wondered where Jim was. Maybe he had gone to see Amanda. She hoped not. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Jim’s car pulling up outside. Why hadn’t he contacted her to say he was on his way, almost home? Then she wondered whether he had. He had told her about an hour and had already set the scene and they’d done this before so maybe he thought she knew where to be and how.
She was standing against the wall next to Jim’s office and raised her leg with a bent knee so one foot was pressed against the wall when he walked in.
