Hailey’s undies were dampening at an alarming rate, and she prayed he didn’t see her excitement, but she also knew he could see the effect he had on her. She tried to close her legs just as his hand came down. The loud slap reverberated through the alley, and Hailey looked up to make sure no one was the wiser to what was going on.
Another smack landed on her backside. This one was harder than the last, and a yelp escaped her lips.
“Owie!”
Her dream daddy rubbed the spot he’d just spanked. “Did it really hurt Hailey?” He ran his finger down her damp underwear, pressing it ever so slightly into the crack of her ass. She moaned, enjoying the friction and silently begging for him to press harder and lower.
He tugged her underwear, so it pressed inside her swollen folds, and this time Hailey let out a mewl of pleasure. The double sensation of the sudden invasion caused by the underwear and the pressure on her clit was just what she needed.
“Well, Hailey, I’m waiting for an answer.”
But she was so lost in the sensations, her stuttered answer earned her a few hard spanks followed by a quick tug of her underwear. “Oh! Uh. It only hurt for a moment, but the burn is still there, and it’s driving me crazy.”
She heard his growly voice chuckle before his hand fell several times on the same spot, causing her to kick her legs. Then his finger was tugging the material from out of her puffy, slick lips and dipping inside her molten center.
“Yes, yes, please.”
The dream ended when Hailey sensed her finger moving in and out of her slick folds. The best dream she’d had in quite some time, and the most frustrating part of her morning; there was no time to finish what the dream guy had started. Within seconds of becoming conscious, all the alarms she had set rang out with such a piercing blend of noise that she stopped what she was doing and quickly turned them all off.
Hailey giggled as she took a last look in the mirror, promising herself that she would have a little fun later when her interview was over.
As Hailey rode the elevator up to the thirtieth floor, she reviewed the information she’d collected about the company, Firm Hand Accounting. She knew the company was owned by a person and not a conglomerate, despite its size. She knew the same person owned the top four floors of the upscale business building. The firm, reportedly, knew how to entertain. Hailey imagined wild parties happening on the top floor. How big was the penthouse, she wondered, and how many guests could it hold? Did the firm hire entertainment for its select guests? Anticipation coursed through her; she longed to investigate the rumor’s veracity personally.
She gave her head a shake. That doesn’t matter, Carberry; keep your thoughts on the relevant information.
The doors slid open to a grand reception area that was both comfy and stylish. She liked the place right away. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she marched over to the reception desk and the attractive brunette who looked to be about Hailey’s age.
“Good morning, I’m Amber. How can I help you today?” She offered a cheerful smile, and Hailey instantly liked Amber. She leaned over the reception desk to shake hands with the friendly receptionist.
“I’m Hailey, and it’s so nice to meet a friendly face.”
The corners of the brunette’s lips lifted a little higher.
“Thanks. I think there is a perception that everything is dour and overly serious in accountant offices, but not here at Firm Hand. We are a friendly crew and number one in customer service. Of course, we deal with an eclectic, high-end clientele, so we need to be flexible.”
Hailey’s excitement grew as the conversation swung to clients. “I have to admit, I was Uber impressed by the line-up, and I’m sure there are many more the internet didn’t mention. Andre Reeves, the tech mogul, is a client, I believe?”
Amber nodded her head. “He’s the owner of the building, well most of it anyway. The top few floors belong to the owner of the company. Now, what can I do for you, Hailey?”
“Oh. Yes. How silly of me! I got caught up in our conversation. I’m here for an interview.”
“Do you know who with?” Amber asked, but was already looking up the schedule on her tablet.
“Uh. I think it is Mr. Smith. But I’m unclear whether the interview is for an entry-level position with the company or to be his assistant.”
Amber confirmed the appointment and handed Hailey a card with directions to Mr. Smith’s office. “It is with the company; Mr. Smith is part of our HR team and in charge of the tier-one hiring.”
Hailey gulped at the idea of being hired for an entry-level position where she had to be functional, versus by one man she could seduce into letting her stay after the probationary period.
“There is a group assembling in the waiting room outside Mr. Smith’s office. Just have a seat, and your name will be called when it’s your turn.”
Hailey needed a bathroom, and quick.
“May I use the restroom first? I had a little too much coffee this morning.” She painted her winning smile on her face.
“Of course, here is the key. Right at the elevator and down the hall on the left.”
Hailey took the key from Amber’s hand and hurried down the hall as fast as she could while holding tight to her decorum. Once in the stall, she lifted the lid and threw up. When the dry heaves had calmed down, she placed the lid back and sat down. Until she arrived, the bathroom had been pristine.
