My sisters came running down the hall, and Tess hastily jumped away from me while I grabbed the pan of bacon off the stove.
Tess’s face was red as the girls flapped tea towels under the smoke alarm.
“It’s just a little crispy,” I said, sliding the bacon onto a plate.
“I really shouldn’t let you come into the kitchen while I’m trying to cook,” Tess complained.
“But I’d love having you come in the kitchen.”
The entire dayI was thinking about how to get Tess alone.
I cursed the fact that my office was all glass. It had seemed like a good idea at the time when we had it designed, but what I wouldn’t give for one of thoseMad Men–style offices where you could shut the door and have afternoon sex to your heart’s content.
I could just fuck her in the storage closet. However, as much as I wanted her, I wanted to be able to take my time with her.
She was fidgety at her desk. Her friend was gone, and I used the opportunity to see her. I walked out to her desk, leaned over, and whispered, “Are you thinking about my fingers on your clit?”
She shifted in her seat. “No,” she whispered back. “Your tongue.”
Now I was the one who was fidgety.
I was about to tell Tess I needed to see her in my office just so I could make her come, but a calendar invite popped up on Tess’s computer.
“Guess you’ll just have to use your imagination,” she said. “I have to go make a pudding.”
“Is that some sort of euphemism?”
“No, it’s for Ethel’s dinner tonight. It’s Early-American themed.” She stood up and ran her fingers along my tie to my jaw. “You really should dress up. I have a whole outfit planned.”
I frowned.
“Don’t be so sad,” she said, grabbing her bag. “Don’t forget, in early America, they didn’t have underwear. Women wore loose pants with a slit under their dresses for easy access!”
41
Tess
“Imissed you last night,” Beck whispered to me.
“Last night where?”
“In the living room.”
In the flickering gaslight from the lamps that flanked the large Connecticut estate’s front door, Beck seemed slightly mysterious.
“I don’t just midnight eat every night you know,” I said irritably. “And I’m appalled that you seem to think that’s a regular occurrence for me.”
Except that it had been a regular occurrence for me, and I was embarrassed that Beck kept stumbling in on my secret eating. To solve the problem, I had stashed a midnight snack of leftover fettuccini Alfredo in my room so I wouldn’t have to run into his shirtless chest in the kitchen.
“I just wanted to eat you out,” he said in my ear.
“I don’t like to mix food and sex,” I lied.
“Really, because that seems like it would be right up your alley.”
Licking chocolate off of Beck… yum!
You really shouldn’t sleep with your boss.But we were heading in that direction, right? While drunk me had thought sex with Beck was a great idea, sober me was coming around to it too.
