Abby laughed at them both and their increased flustering.
Amanda nodded, got to her feet and reached for some money. “Thank you for a lovely lunch.”
Tasha waved a hand at her money, “No, consider it my treat. Maybe we could do it again without Abby distracting us and making you late.” Tasha laughed, just a little at Abby’s expression that was clearly an objection.
Amanda bent down and kissed Tasha, who had pulled her phone out, on the cheek before whispering, “Thanks for calling him. Rather your ass than mine.” She’d taken just a couple of steps before turning back. “Abby told me about Mickie. Do not trust her or turn your back on her for a second. She is poison.”
Tasha stared after Amanda as Jim answered his phone.
“Hello,” he snapped.
“Hello, gorgeous boyfriend, or should that be gorgeous fiancé now?” she asked, her flirtation deliberate.
“Whichever it is he is minus a P.A. but I am going to guess that you know the location of my P.A. better than I do.”
Tasha pulled a pained expression at Abby and thought how angry Jim sounded. Both women grinned and grimaced together making Tasha giggle a little.
“Do you find this funny, Natasha? I told you to tread carefully with my ex-wives and I specifically told you not to send Amanda back late and I am assuming that is the reason for your call and now you think it’s appropriate to laugh? You have to know that I am pissed with this whole situation and you.”
“Yes, of course, but I wasn’t laughing,” she said. “Well I was, but not at you, I was laughing at Abby—”
“Abby? Abby is part of your plan to get the low down on my ex-wives? This gets better and better. Tasha, I am now answering calls to my own office while I wait for my well paid P.A. to return, so any idea when that is likely to be?” He really was even more annoyed now.
“About ten minutes I would guess, but please don’t be mad with Amanda. It was my fault really, so be mad with me,” she pleaded.
“Oh baby, make no mistake I am mad with you and we will be discussing this later.”
Abby signalled that she was heading to the ladies room as Tasha asked Jim, “Discussing?”
“Yes Tasha, discussing, or more likely me talking and you listening. This is totally unacceptable.”
“You do sound very angry with me,” she said, and he did, but she didn’t want him to really be mad at her, her nor Amanda. “In fact, you remind me of a school principal I have met a couple of times,” she said breathlessly as she squeezed her thighs together making her even more aware of her own arousal at the thought of possible consequences to his dark mood. Briefly, very briefly, Tasha questioned if there was something wrong with her. Was it normal to attempt to deflect his genuine annoyance to some kind of reduced, feigned anger that would result in punishment for her, physical punishments she wasn’t sure she should crave in the way she did?
“You are trying to distract me, Natasha, with your obvious horniness, stop it.” His voice was a little gentler now.
“Sorry, sir.” She was grinning now, all thoughts of the appropriateness of it forgotten.
“Oh, honey, you really are horny, aren’t you? I think you’d like me to tell you to go straight home and wait for me outside my office, in your uniform, with pigtails. Is that what you want, Natasha?” The hoarseness of his voice left her in no doubt that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“Yes.” She almost panted.
“Maybe I could bring a cane home with me. See if it really does have a bite,” he said salaciously.
“Yes,” she said much louder than she’d intended causing other diners to look at her.
He laughed a little. “But you know I would really, really want to fuck you then, Tasha, and you’ve made your feelings on that during your period quite clear. So, that will be another rain check, baby, but maybe I will cash all of my rain checks in together, when you come back from London.”
“Maybe I could change my mind.” She hated herself for being so weak whilst still feeling uneasy about period sex.
“No, in case you regret it.” He was enjoying teasing her, getting a real kick out of it.
Maybe this was her punishment for sending Amanda back to work late.
“I won’t, I promise,” she almost begged.
“We’ll see, but no uniform, no pigtails. I think you need to be spanked though, baby, but we also need to decide on a date to get married, so I think I should come home a little earlier than I’d planned. Would you like that?” He already knew the answer to that, her laboured breathing and erratic gasps told him that.
“Yes, you know I would.” She grinned down at the phone as he chuckled. “And I believe you mentioned alternatives as I was in the no camp this week.”
