Me: I’ll be off the radar for a couple of hours, but once I resurface, I’ll text you.
I grabbedmy phone and shoved it into the depths of my purse. I knew it would probably piss him off to be so short, but I needed the ball back in my court.
JoJo had a way of making me careless, and if I wanted to play with fire, I had to have some control over just how ‘burned’ I would get.
Besides, I needed a minute to process everything.
I leaned heavily against the dressing room wall and stared up at the white speckled ceiling overhead.
How the hell would he or I keep Brit silent? Was he going to threaten her? Bribe her?Seduce her?
The last thought brought a tight knot into the center of my chest.
God, I was fucked up.
The normal healthy reaction would’ve been to be grateful for his attention to be focused somewhere else. But instead, it simply made me jealous at the thought of him sexually torturing anyone but me.
There’s always an easy way out, Rebecca.
If Brit went to H.R. and reported what she had seen, I’d finally have no other choice but to be free. I knew they’d call me into their office, I could tell them all about JoJo’s harassment, and his bullshit would finally cease.
Isn’t that what I wanted?
Yes—and no.
I both loved and hated the way he treated me. And I didn’t want it to stop. At least not yet.
Maybe I’d get sick of this twisted situation soon enough, but for now, I wanted things to keep going.
“Oh, this one’s nice,” I whispered.
As I turned my ass toward the mirror in the dressing room, a smirk peeled its way across my face. JoJo had made it deafeningly clear that my curves enticed him in ways that made him crazy. And the way this dress clung to my waist made my ass look phenomenal.
To be honest, I’d never once thought that about myself. Up until this point, I’d always been the girl that poked at her curves. Jiggled her stomach in the mirror. But ever since JoJo had sank his talons into me, I found myself smiling in the mirror instead of criticizing.
“Yep, I’m getting this one,” I murmured.
Dress after dress came off the rack, and each one of them got added to the “get” pile, and by the time I had built up a stash of fifteen dresses, it was all about whittling them down. I loved all of them. Whether they clung to my tits and shoved them together for maximum cleavage, or whether the slit up the leg almost reached my hip bone, every time I put on one I imagined my boss bending me over in it.
Flipping it over my ass.
Sliding into me from behind while calling me his good little girl.
So as I stood there in the dressing room trying to dwindle the number of dresses, I knew good and well that at some point soon, JoJo would ruin them—and me.
And I couldn’t fucking wait.
* * *
Joseph
“Miss Krist!”
I watched that slimy little bitch scamper into her office before she closed the door. After talking with each of my department heads personally, I had come to the comfortable conclusion that she hadn’t come to my office with anything sensitive. All she had come to do was get in my business, and that didn’t fly in my world.
“Miss Krist, please open up,” I said as I rapped my fingers against her office door.
She cracked the door. “Mr. Ryker, I really need to get to--.”
