Page 161 of LA King

“You do realize you’ve given me a raging hard-on and I have a meeting in ten minutes?”

“I’m sure you can figure something out, sir,” I tease.

“Yeah, I can. Take off your panties and send me a picture,” he orders.

“What? No, I can’t do that.”

“My cock is leaking here, all because of you. Now send me something I can jerk off to nice and quick.”

I’m worked up myself and imagining him jerking off in his office to my picture only adds to my excitement. Isn’t that exactly what I wanted? For him to think of me all day? A thrill goes through me at the idea of him having that picture on his cell phone and looking at it whenever he wants. “You wouldn’t show anyone else, would you?”

“Do you really think I’d show anyone my wife’s pussy?”

I know he wouldn’t, and his gentle reassurance is very sweet, especially after I just prank-called him like that. “Okay. Just give me a moment.” I put him on speaker and slide my panties off. Then I angle my phone for the perfect shot. I hit send and then lift the phone back to my ear.

“Fuck, Alana,” he groans. “That is the most beautiful coño I’ve ever seen in my life. When I get home tonight, I want you ready for me, because I am going to fuck you so hard you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow.”

Dear god. My stomach flutters. I adore his filthy mouth. There’s a knock at my office door and I jump. “I have to go. Someone wants to see me.”

“Put your fucking panties back on first.”

I laugh, already doing just that. “Of course, sir. I’ll see you later.”

Lucy Callaghan stumbles into my office as soon as I open the door, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. I put an arm around her shoulder. “Hi, sweetheart. Is everything okay?”

She sobs and shakes her head.

I steer her toward the chair opposite my desk and close the door behind me. Then I pour her a glass of cool water from the jug on my desk and hand it to her. She takes a few deep breaths before sipping the water. I let her catch her breath and she looks up at me, her big brown eyes shining with tears. Eyes that appear to have already seen too much, though she’s only eighteen.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask, handing her a tissue. We’ve become close during the four weeks she’s been here, but she hasn’t shared her story with me yet. She may never feel comfortable enough to do so, but I’ll still be here for her in any way I can.

She shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Why not, Lucy? Are you in trouble?”

She nods. “Big trouble.” She sniffs, scrubbing the tears from her cheeks. What possible trouble can this young girl be in that she can’t tell me about?

I pull my chair around and sit beside her. “I know it must feel like you have no one to turn to, but I’m here for you, Lucy. I promise. No matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere. You can trust me.”

She dabs at her eyes. “I know I can trust you, but I can’t tell you this. You’d have to keep it a secret, and I know you won’t be able to. You’ll have to tell someone.”

I consider my options. She’s worrying me now. “Have you hurt someone?”

She shakes her head. “No. Nothing like that.”

“Then what is it, sweetheart? I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what we’re facing here. But if you tell me what it is, maybe we can work it out.”

She blinks at me, fat tears spilling from her lashes. “Promise you won’t tell a soul,” she implores me.

She looks so lost. So frightened and vulnerable. What the hell else can I do but agree? “Okay. I promise.”

“I’m pregnant,” she declares, and I almost sigh with relief.

Pregnant we can work with. She has options. “Okay. Well, we can deal with that,” I assure her.

She shakes her head again and resumes sobbing. “That’s not all though.”

I squeeze her hand in mine. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything.”