Double Dare(67)

But the smell was still there. He’d marked me, his semen massaged into my skin and the blonde secretary had a nose like a rabbit, twitching this way and that when I came out of the office, beady eyes fixed on me like I was a petty thief. But I’d taken nothing but her boss’s jizz and it made me feel fantastic inside, proud of my body, my jiggly curves, my ass. Because I’d made an alpha billionaire come hard, had tasted his butt, massaged his balls, done all sorts of dirty acts to him and with him. And how many girls can say the same?

So I sailed out with my head high, my curls bouncing and a pleasant expression on my face, careful not to give anything away. The blonde secretary just sniffed again and turned back to her monitor, her eyes stealthily following me as I made my way down the hall.

But today, I wasn’t sure how we were going to work it. Was Mr. Martin going to summon me again? Was I going to parade my pretty ass past Jeanette again, wiggle it in her face, show her that I was the one he wanted? Sure, there was nothing wrong on the surface – Nick could be doing dictation while I took notes, but I dreaded the walk past Jeanette’s station all the same.

So I sat at my desk, staring at my monitor blankly, on pins and needles waiting for the summons to come. And sure enough, not five minutes in, a message flashed onto my screen.

You’re late, it read. Come to my office.

I sat paralyzed for a minute. It was nine fifteen! Did he expect me to keep up my old hours, getting in a seven a.m.? Supposedly headquarters started work at nine, no one was around before then. And was I supposed to just walk in again, slip into his big office and let him fuck me head over heels with Jeanette floating outside, her ear probably pressed to a crack in the door? But a second later, another message pinged into my inbox.

Use the women’s restroom, it read. There’s a door in the handicap stall.

Now I was mystified. Was this some kind of secret passage? What the hell? Slowly, I got up from my chair, smoothing my skirt furtively. Of course, no one was paying attention but I sang out, “I’m headed to the restroom” just in case.

Only silence greeted me. I sat in a dead zone in the office, the other cubes empty for the most part, the nearest person at least thirty feet away.

So I made my way to the restroom and slowly pushed the swinging door open. The bathroom was empty. It looked like any other restroom, institutional with beige tile, long mirrors, and plain fixtures. I made my way to the back where the handicap stall was and let myself in, slowly latching the door behind me. Hmm, nothing out of order, a toilet, a steel bar for support, a paper dispenser.

But something caught my eye in the tile of the wall. What looked to be a crack was actually a straight seam, like someone had taken a chisel and carefully hammered out a portion of the wall. I pressed my finger slowly against the tile and gasped as it swung open revealing a dark corridor within.

Swallowing heavily, I stepped into the passageway. This better not be some kind of trap, I was spooked already, the air inside musty, so dark that I couldn’t see well. There were a few fluorescent lights scattered here and there, but I was going to break my neck hobbling blindly in these high-heeled Mary Janes. Shit.

Softly shutting the trap door behind me, I began walking forward, assuming that it would take me straight to Mr. Martin’s office. But instead, the corridor went on forever, twisting this way and that, at one point even doubling back. It was like the Labyrinth where the Minotaur lived, and I was a naïve virgin sent in for the sacrifice. I bumped my head a couple times, my hands feeling along the walls as I tiptoed forward, taking step after tentative step.

But finally a crack of light appeared and the maze came to an end. I pushed against the surface in front of me and it swung open on greased hinges so that I stood in Mr. Martin’s private bathroom. Holy shit! The billionaire had rigged a maze to go straight from the women’s restroom to his office? He was devious and an architectural genius to boot.

Stepping into the light, I took a deep breath. It was like Dorothy arriving in Oz, suddenly everything was crystal clear, colors bright once more, like I’d arrived into the land of the living. I took a deep breath and smoothed my hair, glancing into the mirror to make sure I looked okay. And as if on cue, a deep chuckle rang out, accompanied by a growl.

“Come in Tammy,” a deep voice rang through the door. “I’ve been waiting.”

I slowly made my way into Nick’s office. God, the man only got better and better looking. His black hair was swept off his brow today, his blue eyes gleaming, that massive form draped in an elegant navy suit as he sat carelessly in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin in thought. I blushed for no reason then, his presence making me tingle, my insides rush in pure female delight.