He opened his bottom desk drawer and threw a white dress shirt at me. One of his spares.
“Get out.”
I caught it, my brow furrowing. “Mr. Drake?”
“I said, get out.”
The dangerous tone in his voice left no room for discussion. I pulled the shirt around my shoulders and hurried out, buttoning as I went.
Back at my desk, I tried to fight back the tears, without success. What the hell had just happened? Did he want me or not? Had I disappointed him somehow? Just when my fantasies were coming true… I wasn’t good enough.
***
At the end of the night, as Mr. Drake left his office, he paused beside me. I remained looking forward, responding to an email, not daring to speak. What would I say if I did? A warm hand on my shoulder made me jump.
“Isabeau, I…”
I looked up and was caught up again in those cool, green eyes. For a moment, I thought I caught a hint of sadness behind them, but then it faded, his unreadable mask slipping back into place.
“Yes, Mr. Drake?”
“What happened today… It was wrong of me. For a moment, I forgot myself. You make me do that, you know.”
He paused, looking me over, taking in his oversized shirt falling low over my pencil skirt.
“Do what?” I asked, allowing myself a small smile.
“Forget myself.”
He leaned down, and I heard him inhale, milimeters away. Was he smelling my hair? Then, he straightened again, his back stiff. Formal. Like nothing had passed between us.
“It won’t happen again. It… can’t. I won’t lose my temper again. Not with you.”
He moved away, and I jumped out of my seat, following like a lost puppy.
“But, why not? I don’t mind!”
He stopped by the elevators, hesitating before pushing the button.
“I… I liked it,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
A moment hung suspended before he finally moved, pushing the down button with a black, gloved hand.
“I won’t punish you again, Isabeau. Not like that. This was the first and last time. Please understand.”
The doors slid open, and just like that, he was gone, sliding away from me into the night. And I could do nothing to stop him.
I looked down at the ramen cup sticking out of my trashcan, and a thought struck me, lifting the cloud of confusion and despair threatening to settle over me. Maybe there was a way.
Maybe I was a very bad, lazy, forgetful assistant after all. Maybe I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe I’d just have to break his rules…
Maybe then he wouldn’t be able to help it, and would forget himself all over again.
I bit my lip and leaned back in the office chair, imaging him bending me over his desk, guiding his c**k toward my eager sex. I slipped a finger beneath my skirt, rubbing myself through my panties, wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of me. My ass stung as I pressed back onto my wooden chair, and I moaned, remembering his sweet punishment.
I knew one thing for certain--this wasn’t over between us. Not by a longshot.
I was his, after all, at his beck and call. Ready and eager for whatever he had to give me.