“Where’s your sense of gender-allegiance?” he scoffed. “Don’t you want to win one for the girls?”
“Ohhh, I see. I’d be taking one for the team.”
“And science!” he said, chuckling. “Don’t forget science!”
“Well, I have to admit,” she said, dropping her own tone of voice. “I give a pretty good blowjob.”
He groaned. “Now you’re just teasing me.”
“Maybe.” She grinned. “But it’s true.”
“I bet it is,” he agreed, his voice rich and warm and full of longing.
“Heidi!” The harsh reprimand in Kaiser’s voice made her freeze and she blinked at the wall, knowing he was standing behind her, wondering just how much he had heard and cringing at the subject of her conversation.
“Thanks for calling! I’ll let Kaiser know,” she said, covering as quickly as she could manage and hanging up on Lenny without a second thought. Standing, she turned to face her boss, waiting. She didn’t have to wait long.
His jaw worked as he looked from her to the phone now sitting in its cradle. “Come into my office and close the door.”
Of course she did as she was told, standing next to his desk as he took a seat behind it. She expected a lecture—not only had she been on a personal call, but the subject of their conversation had been nothing short of…lewd. The lecture, she was sure, would be followed by some sort of punishment…
“Carvel’s up to something.” Kaiser drummed his long fingers on the desk, glaring at the phone. He wasn’t even looking at her. Had he heard anything she’d said? Oh what a relief, if he really hadn’t…
“Up to…something…sir?” she inquired.
Kaiser stopped drumming and looked up at her, leaning back in his chair and tenting his fingers over his tie. “I want you to find out what.”
Heidi blinked. “How—?”
Kaiser held up his hand and she quickly closed her mouth. “I know Carvel. He’s a scammer. He makes Bernie Madoff look like a pickpocket.”
“But…” Heidi frowned, remembering the two men talking, arranging dinner. “I thought you were friends?”
“In this business, there’s no such thing as a ‘friend.’” Kaiser’s look was almost kind as he shook his head at her in disbelief. “I need you to find out what he’s up to. I’ve made you a dinner date with him. Tonight. His limo will pick you up at seven.”
Heidi snapped her gaping jaw shut.
“I want you to do whatever it takes to find out, Heidi.” Kaiser’s cool gaze met hers, and the meaning in his eyes was unmistakable. “Do you understand me? Whatever it takes.”
He couldn’t mean… but she knew he did. He was really asking her to trade sexual favors for information.
“Is that clear?” He cocked his head, frowning, waiting.
Heidi nodded, clearing her throat. “I think so, yes, sir.”
“Just in case, I’ll make it crystal clear.” Kaiser stood, towering over her, his mouth drawn tight. “If you need to put your apparently legendary blowjob skills to the test, you will do so. Understand?”
She paled, feeling her knees go weak, surprised that both her legs and voice held up as she whispered her reply. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He gave short nod, a dismissal of the subject. “Bend over my desk and pull up your skirt.”
Assume the position, she thought. It was a phrase he never uttered but it often crossed her mind when he made that request. Was it a request? Kaiser never asked…he directed. And she complied. Just as she did now, turning and pulling up her skirt, waiting for his attention.
She expected his hand—perhaps even the crop—but as always, he surprised her, pressing against her from behind, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back, making her gasp.
“Why stop at a blowjob?” he asked against her ear, his voice low, and she heard him pressing the button under the desk, locking the door. “Why not just let him fuck you?”
Heidi shook her head, whimpering. “It was a joke. It wasn’t—I wouldn’t—”
“Yes, you would.” Kaiser’s hand fisted, turning her head, his mouth murmuring the words against her cheek now. “If I told you to, you would.” He let go of her hair, his hand moving around her front, dipping into her blouse to cup the swell of her breast. “Wouldn’t you, Heidi?”
“Yes, sir,” she admitted, feeling both proud and ashamed of her admission.
He chuckled, sliding his hand under her bra, fingering her nipple. “You may get the opportunity to prove it.” She hated the thought of another man touching her—but somehow even that paled next to Kaiser’s insistence. If he wanted her to, if he told her to, how could she refuse? “But you won’t do it unless I tell you to, will you?”