Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I don’t feel good about it, and I probably won’t be able to let the guilt go until long after my time there is done and I’ve moved on to a new position somewhere else.
As we’re finishing our meal, the doorbell rings, and I answer it to find a person with an unexpected delivery for me. It’s a large white bag, sealed at the top.
I bring it inside and open the bag to reveal a pink box bearing the logo of Lierre Rouge, a lingerie company that I’ve long admired, but haven’t purchased anything from because it’s so expensive. I’m pretty sure I already spend far more than most women on underwear, but Lierre Rouge is next level.
Inside the box, nestled in tissue paper, is the most exquisitely beautiful bra and panty set I’ve ever seen. It’s a gorgeous dusty lavender color, covered with swirling patterns of tiny, delicately embroidered flowers, and accented with a subtle and tastefully-restrained application of shiny sequins.
In addition to being luxurious, it’s also naughty, as the pattern of flowers is noticeably absent from the area where my nipples would be in the cups of the bra. That area is covered only by a fine mesh lace.
There’s a notecard in the box that says, “To replace the item I took, plus a little something extra.”
Suddenly, I wish I’d had the forethought to open this in my bedroom, because Marissa’s watching me, her eyes full of curiosity. “Are you dating someone new?” she asks.
CHAPTER 22
ANA
Ihate keeping secrets from my friends. In fact, I can’t recall the last time I did it, but I also hate the thought of Marissa judging me the way I’ve been judging myself.
“Not really. Not dating,” I say.
“Is that a gift?” She’s not being nosy, because she wouldn’t expect me to be hiding anything from her.
“Yeah, it’s a gift.” Jansen’s message reminds me how it felt going commando most of today. My two bosses make me horny most days, but today the feeling was especially distracting. I was tempted to go back to Jansen’s office after five for relief, but instead I came straight home and put my vibrator through a workout.
There’s another item in the box, a silky chemise that exactly matches my skin tone. Did he go to the store and pick these items out in person?
The thought of wearing any of these items for Jansen and seeing his reaction has me itching to get back to my vibrator for another go, even though I know it won’t give me the satisfaction I’m craving.
“Very nice gifts,” Marissa says, gently touching the fabrics.
I bite my lip and look at my friend. I’ve been lying by omission, but I have no intention of lying outright. “I have something I’m really embarrassed to tell you.”
Instantly, she looks sympathetic, which makes it easier to continue. I tell her all about my interview, and how unexpected it all was, and what my reasoning was for doing what I knew I shouldn’t be doing. I tell her about the job offer, which she already knew the basics of, but now I add the story of how Derek tracked me down to make the offer.
“I was determined that once I started working for them, nothing else would happen, but … today … something else happened.”
“You had sex with them again?”
“Not sex, and not both of them. I had a conflict with Jansen today. I disagreed with how he was treating a job applicant, stood up to him, and he called me into his office. I thought I was about to be fired, but he ended up getting me off … with his hand.” I make a hand gesture that sends Marissa’s eyebrows sky high.
“That’s quite a turn of events.”
I rub my forehead and briefly cover my eyes with my hand. “I know, and I can’t believe how I’ve been acting. I’ve always prided myself on being professional, but when I’m around these men, my morals go out the window.”
“I take it they’re pretty hot?”
I slump down onto the couch with a groan. “Oh my god, you have no idea.”
“So, they’re sending you gifts. Is the relationship getting serious?”
Her question has me sitting up straight again. “There’s no relationship. It’s not serious at all. It’s just sex.” I gesture to the box. “They’re not sending me flowers; they’re sending me underwear, and Jansen only did that because he kept my panties this morning.”
“He kept them?”
I let out another groan. “Yeah. I think he kept them just to antagonize me. Maybe it was payback for me disagreeing with him.”
Marissa smirks and shakes her head.
“It’s definitely just sex,” I say. “The thing is, I’m not even sure I actually like the men. They’re usually unpleasant and disagreeable, but they sure know how to make my body feel good. And the fact that there’s two of them—that interview was a truly unforgettable experience.”