The sound of Brit’s voice snapped me out of my trance just before she whipped my office door open. With her bright smile and her beautiful sundress with matching shoes, she flounced over to my desk and perched on the edge of it. I watched her lips moving with her words, but the sound of her voice didn’t hit my ears.
Because as I sat there, I tried to process the daydream I’d just had.
“Do you think I should invest in a new vibrator?” I asked.
Brit stopped in her tracks. “Uh, duh. Are you kidding? Every girl should have an Old Faithful.”
I barked with laughter. “Wanna go with me this weekend to get one?”
Her eyes grew wide with excitement. “Are you kidding me? I’d love to! Wanna get drinks before, or after?”
I grinned. “Definitely before. It’ll tone down the anxiety a bit.”
She furrowed her brow. “Anxiety? Why?”
I shrugged. “I’ve only ever been into a sex store twice. So…”
She squealed and clapped her hands. “Then, I know just where to take you. So, make sure you’ve got Saturday lunch time and your afternoon booked off, because once you step foot into this place you won’t want to leave.”
And for the first time since I had taken this job, I felt excited for the weekend to come.
Even if it meant tanking through a few more guilty, fucked up daydreams to get there.
8
Rebecca
The week had comeand gone without a peep from upstairs and part of me grew worried. I mean, not worried about JoJo, but worried about my place here at the company.
Had he already found a replacement for me? Is that why he wasn’t torturing me any longer? Or maybe one of the girls had caught wind of him talking to me the way he did and reported him to H.R.?
Shit, is he going to think I reported him?
Nevertheless, I tried to focus on my work. I was four tasks away from being done with my workweek, which meant I’d finally get to look forward to my Saturday afternoon with Brit. I had already looked up all of the sex stores in the area and had a pretty good idea of the one she was taking me to. After all, there weren’t many sex stores that offered facials and massages along with cocktails to fuel one’s shopping experience.
So, during one of my five-minute breaks, I moved some money around so I’d be good to go.
“Hey!” Brit said as she peeked through my door. “Why didn’t you tell me there was a reason to congratulate you?”
I whipped my head up. “Huh? What was that?”
She slipped into my office and closed the door behind me. “Your relationship, you numbskull. Why the hell didn’t you tell me that you and Tommy were dating!?”
My heart stopped in my chest. “Uh, because we aren’t?”
She tilted her head. “That’s not what Kayla just told me.”
I stood to my feet. “Well, what did Kayla just tell you?”
“That you and Tommy have been dating ever since you guys went out for drinks. You know, after we had lunch with him that one time?”
I shook my head. “We never went out for drinks. I cancelled because Jo—I mean, Mr. Ryker—had me stay late to do work.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You almost called him Joseph.”
“No, I didn’t.”
She strode toward me. “Yes, you did. You know him, don’t you? You know Joseph Ryker personally?”
