There’s every chance hehasdecided to fire me. What kind of an escort refuses to fuck their client and then demands cash for the privilege?
The day drags on, and as five o’clock nears, I’m getting desperate. If he doesn’t show today and, for some reason, he’s busy for the next two days, I won’t have the cash I need for Sunday.
The elevator dings at the back of the floor, and I tense up, knowing instinctively that it’s Jones before he even comes into sight.
It’s almost alarming how happy I am to see him, and as he walks past my desk, there’s a heat in his eyes that makes me a little weak in the knees.
“Come into my office in ten minutes, Jacqueline. I have the deposit for you to deal with.”
I nod, glancing behind me as the rest of the office begins to empty out. Most of the employees leave at the dot of five.
I wouldn’t leave now if the building were on fire.
I wait for ten minutes as he requested, nerves and anticipation fighting for dominance inside me.
It isn’t like I haven’t had sex with a guy before, but I’ve never been with anyone quite like Gray Jones.
He looks impossibly tall behind his desk as I walk in, glaring at me until I close the door behind me.
“I hear you’ve been buttering Fran up,” he says as he continues scrolling on his computer.
“Thought it couldn’t hurt,” I say blithely.
“Hm, well, she seems to be coming around, which is sort of incredible after the show you put on in the boardroom.”
I scoff, hovering by the door. The huge sculpture of the dice is on the left of me, and I walk over to it.
It’s beautiful, carved with hundreds of words on each side. Where the three is displayed, hundreds and thousands of the word ‘three’ cover the surface in different blacks and grays. I wonder what prompted him to buy it.
There’s a quiet thud behind me, and I turn to see a pile of cash on the surface of his desk. Mr. Asshole is standing beside it, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
“You got your wish, against my better judgment. I should have thrown you out on your ass.”
“But you didn’t,” I say, sweeping my hair behind my back.
“No. God knows why. Come over here and take a look at your winnings. There’s more there than there should be. If you behave, you’ll get all of it.”
I should probably feel shame at him flaunting my role in front of me like this, but the sight of all that money makes me feel both elated and excited.
I walk over to him, determined to make this the best sex he’s ever had, but he doesn’t move toward me, and I can’t read him at all.
His blue eyes are striking in the half-light, and my throat constricts as I glance down at the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.
We stand there together, neither of us moving, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what it is I want you to do?” he says coldly.
“I figured you’d just tell me,” I snap back. I don’t like this dynamic. I’m better when I’m in control.
“Fine. Bend over the desk.”
I let out a little breath of relief. I’ve been fucked from behind a lot. I like it, it’s less intimate, and I don’t have to pretend I’m enjoying it as much as he might think I am.
I don’t remove any of my clothing; I just bend over the desk, just like he asked. I gasp as he kicks my feet apart, and I land on my elbows against the surface.
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he says, a hand smoothing over my ass. “I can’t believe how much I need to fuck you. Once it’s out of my system, you can go on your merry way, and I’ll forget you were ever here.”
I remain still, unsure what’s going to follow, but finally, after an eternity, he pushes my feet back together, shoves my skirt up around my waist, and rips my tights and panties down my legs. They land above my ankles as he maneuvers my legs apart again, stretching the fabric to a breaking point.
