A message came through at the same time as Scott took the cord. Sarah read it with a thankful sigh.
Close your legs and get back to work.
Sarah scrambled out from under the desk and had her skirt straightened by the time Julia joined them. “Hi, Julia,” she said.
“Sarah.” Julia’s tone was cool, but Sarah expected nothing else from the woman. They had never gotten along. Until Sir had entered Sarah’s life and changed her wardrobe, Julia had been uncontested in wearing almost-too-revealing-for-work clothing. She didn’t appear to appreciate the competition.
To Scott, Sarah said, “Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime.” Scott ran his gaze over her, lingering at her thighs before lifting to her face. “Anytime at all.” He walked away with a smirk on his lips and his hands in his pockets.
Julia left before Sarah could say anything else to her. Sarah sank onto her chair, trying to calm her racing heart. That was too close. Sir’s commands became more and more risqué as the days passed. The outfits he made her wear, and the things he made her do in the privacy of her home while watching her through the webcam he’d made her buy and setup were bad enough, but the work tasks were getting out of hand. Did he want to get her fired?
Maybe that was his goal. But Sarah couldn’t think of anyone she had pissed off enough that they would go to such lengths. Her list of suspects for Sir’s possible identity had dozens of names with no way to eliminate any of them. Calling the cell that sent her messages had been a dead end. Sir had the ringer turned off, like she did on hers, and he’d let the call go to a voicemail with an automated message.
That stunt had earned her a trip to the men’s bathroom so she could finger her pussy in one of the stalls while staying quiet. Sir hadn’t let her leave until she had come. He’d watched the entire thing through the camera on her phone, which she’d had to hold so he could see.
Thinking about that punishment raised Sarah’s blood pressure. Men had been in and out of the bathroom the entire time. If not for the high stall doors going straight to the floor, any one of them could have seen her feet and known a woman was there. Sneaking back out of the bathroom had been another ordeal that frazzled her nerves. Lesson learned. No more phone calls. She was lucky Sir hadn’t decided to send out the pictures instead.
Patience and vigilance. Sir would slip. His power over her depended on his anonymity. He would give himself away eventually. He was cocky and arrogant. Both traits meant this farce wouldn’t last much longer.
Sarah glanced at her phone. No new messages. She hadn’t expected any. Sir liked to do one big thing in the morning and one big thing in the afternoon. She’d given Scott an eyeful so she was free until after lunch. Unless this was one of the days Sir decided to make her perform at lunch as well.
But fretting about it wouldn’t change anything. Sarah turned her attention to her computer and her clients. The only good thing to come out of Sir’s antics was an increase in her sales. Face-to-face meetings with three of her clients had resulted in bigger contracts thanks to her skimpy outfits. She hated that her lack of attire more than her persuasive abilities had landed sales she’d been working towards for months. It did nothing for her ego that all her product research and presentation preparation had been trumped by simply flashing her cleavage and showing a bit of thigh to get the men to sign.
She thought she knew this game and played it well. It took a blackmailer to show her that she was being naïve. The old adage was true. Sex sells. It wouldn’t be a ploy she used often after getting away from Sir, but she wouldn’t avoid it either.
***
Sarah flashed the valets for the second time that day when she returned from lunch. She bared her breasts right after one of the attendants took her keys and before the next car arrived. Doing this at lunchtime was risky because everyone was coming back around the same time. The valets tended to help her out by forming a human shield so they could view the goods without her being shy.
She fixed her blouse and walked to the elevator before anyone else could see. Of all the things to be good at, exposing her body without being caught shouldn’t be on that list. As the doors closed and the elevator started its climb, she glanced at her wrist phone. No messages. Next she checked her normal phone, since she hadn’t looked at it in a while.
Joel had sent two messages. Seeing them made her happy and sad at the same time. She almost didn’t want to read what he said, because she knew that one of his texts would be an invite she would have to turn down. Dodging him last weekend had been a chore. She knew this weekend would be no different.