Command Me Books One & Two(15)

“Morning, Sarah.” He glanced at her. “Nice blouse.”

“Thanks. It’s new.”

“You’ve been wearing a lot of new outfits lately. Or maybe it’s just my first time seeing them. I don’t get to your floor that often.”

“No. They’re all new.”

“Get a raise?”

She shrugged without thinking of the consequences. The V-neck shifted, revealing more of her breasts. She pretended not to notice and tightened her hold on her purse to keep from fixing it. “Not really. It’s a whim.”

“Nice whim.” He grinned at her and then turned his gaze to the doors.

The elevator didn’t stop again until it reached Sarah’s floor. Right before the doors opened, Robert said, “You’re uh…you’re peeking.”

“Peeking?” She looked down and then gasped in feigned dismay. “Oh God. Thank you for saying something.”

“Sure thing.” He stepped off the elevator.

Sarah hung back long enough to fix her blouse for a second time. It annoyed her how good she was getting at acting as if she didn’t notice when she had clothing malfunctions. Thanks to Sir, she had them often and usually when there was a man around to witness the clothing mishap.

She made her way to her desk. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she reached her cubicle and let it out as a long, relieved sigh. Sir hadn’t left a note for her. He tended to send commands via text message, but ever so often he left her handwritten notes in flowing feminine-looking script. Not that handwriting signified the writer’s gender. Sarah had seen plenty of women with horrible handwriting and plenty of men with gorgeous handwriting. It wasn’t much of a clue.

In an office where almost everyone corresponded via emails and messages sent from computers, tablets and phones, matching the notes to their writer was almost impossible. Her cubicle was located in an area that many people passed, so waiting to see who dropped the note also resulted in nothing.

Sarah had no way to find her blackmailer. As much as she wanted to turn to Joel for help, Sir had forbidden her to talk to him—inside the office and out. They hadn’t seen each other since the Saturday that had started their all but non-existent relationship. Joel stayed busy with off-site meetings. Whenever he tried to schedule time with Sarah, she made an excuse to get out of it.

So far Joel had accepted her refusals to meet, but she didn’t think that would last. Neither would their relationship at the rate she was going. Sir probably wanted her to break up with Joel. But unless and until he made it a command, she would try to keep the relationship alive while avoiding Joel.

The day progressed without incident, which made Sarah apprehensive. She startled when her wrist phone buzzed with a phone call. Unsnapping it from the holder, she tapped the talk button. “Hello?”

A male speaker asked, “Ms. Morgan?”

“This is she.”

“Hi, Ms. Morgan. This is Dan from Sexy Secrets. Your order is ready for pick up.”

Sarah bit back a groan. Another order. “I’ll be there after work. Thanks for calling, Dan.”

“You’re very welcome. We’ll see you later.”

Yes Dan and his coworkers would. They would see more of Sarah than she cared to think about, thanks to Sir. Her new wardrobe was his doing. Sir had bought the first outfit for her. Every outfit after that Sarah had to pay for herself, after Sir placed the order with his favorite adult toy store and fetish shop. Or at least she assumed it was his favorite since he never sent her to any other.

The orders consisted of clothes and toys. Some of the clothing was for her to wear to work, and the rest was for her to wear while playing at home. All of it had to be tried on and modeled in the store for the enjoyment of the employees and customers present. That included the toys.

Sarah’s skin heated with a whole body blush as she remembered Monday’s trip to the store. She’d had to model a crotchless lace bodystocking and try out the multi-speed rabbit for the cheering pleasure of those watching. The out-of-the-way location of the shop was Sarah’s only reprieve. She wouldn’t run into anyone she knew and have to explain.

She needed to find a way to out Sir and get him to stop. And if it were that simple, she would’ve done it already. Rather than spend her days going around in circles trying to think if she had missed anything that might tell her Sir’s identity, she focused on her emails.

Her armband vibrated before she could click on the first one.

Show Scott your bells.

Sarah read the message and then glanced over her shoulder. Scott was headed her way. How was she supposed to show him her bells? She couldn’t stop him, open her thighs and tell him to look. Her behavior until this point hadn’t gotten her into trouble, but that would.