Then he steps back.
"Alex..."
"We like to play, you and me. I like to hear about you fucking him. And this time, I'm going to watch. We'll see if you can do it in a room full of people. Seduce him, fuck him, and then come home, strip, sit naked on your bed. Follow the instructions. I'll leave."
He walks out of my suite, and I go to my desk, leaning against it to try and get myself together.
How is him coming in hotter than a text?
With a text, it's easier to buy the game that Alex is a different person. But in person...
Shock hits me.
The moment I knew he wasn't playing my kinky boss or normal Enzo, not that Enzo is normal—extraordinary, yes, normal, no—I bought into the game.
I straighten and, hand shaking, I go to look at the desk.
But there's nothing on it.
A buzzing starts up from the bedroom, and there, with a dark red rose, is a phone and a note on the bed.
Alex
You like your new phone?
I shouldn't. I should be annoyed he went and not only got me a phone but programmed it.
Alex
Took the liberty of putting my number in, but you can configure it yourself.
Me
Thanks.
Alex
Tonight, when you get in, send me one text, strip, and put the blindfold on, hands behind your back, and wait.
My fingers shake.
Okay.
Alex
I'll see you tonight. You won't see me. But your mission is to make your boss fuck you in public.
Me
If he doesn't?
Alex
You'll be sitting there all fucking night.
In other words, if I chicken out, no sex.
I remember my safe word, and I know Enzo, the asshole boss, will listen if I use it.
