In no time at all, I have my shoes stowed away with various other pairs that stay at the news studio and have my Chuck Taylors laced up. I have jeans and a top to change into, but I don’t want to take the time. As I reach for my purse, secured in the cabinet near my desk, I see the note:
Don’t leave without the red heels.
I swallow as my pulse quickens. Slowly I look around the room. No one is supposed to come in here, not without me. Who left the note?
I shake off the feeling the note gives me, chalk it up to sleepiness, and crumple it into a ball. I reach for my purse and head out.
A short elevator ride and I’m in the parking garage.
Where’s my car?
Erika steps from the elevator, still wearing the dress from the set. It’s a different one than the one she wore at five-thirty and six. I know, because I caught most of the eleven o’clock news live on my phone’s app.
She’s absolutely gorgeous in the blue v-neck dress and on her feet are high-top tennis shoes as she scans the garage. The hint of panic as she searches for her car adds to my excitement. I want her on edge. I plan to keep her that way, begging for mercy that only I can give.
I narrow my eyes and feel the vein in my neck pulsate. Other than her purse, she’s not carrying anything else. Where the hell are the red heels? She had to see my note.
The offenses continued to mount.
I straighten my neck. Erika Ellis has a way to go in learning to be obedient. My cock twitches with my plans to teach her.
First, she agreed to work the eleven o’clock news, and I almost lost it. All my plans, the ones I’d worked diligently to get into place...they were supposed to start earlier, but I told myself it was OK. I could adapt. Five hours wouldn’t matter, not when we had the rest of our lives together.
When I was in Erika’s office, I’d taken her keys and moved her car. I took it back to her apartment while she was still at the station and parked it on the street without anyone noticing. I’d considered just abducting her from the garage, but if I had, her car would have been left here all weekend. That could have raised questions.
The last thing I want is any of her co-workers calling and interrupting our plans. This weekend is about us.
As Erika reaches for her phone, I pull up beside her and lower my window. “Ms. Ellis, is there a problem?”
Her blue eyes open wide at the sound of my voice. I grimace at the fact that they’re still covered with too much makeup. One of the first things I’ll do is clean her face. If I can wait to fuck her, that is.
“I-I,” she stammers, so different from the confident newscaster. “I would have sworn I parked my car right here.” She motions to the row of empty parking spaces. “Have you seen it?”
I hit the unlock button, lean over, and open the passenger door to my truck. “Climb on in. It’s too late to be wandering around the garage. You never know who may be out and about.”
She looks again at her phone, like she wants to make a call, but then stuffs it back into her purse. “Thank you.”
My cock jerks at the sound of relief in her voice. I plan on being the only one to give her relief, not only this weekend, but for the rest of our lives.
“You could drive me around the garage.” she suggests. “I might have the floor wrong. I don’t know. I think I’m tired.”
I tilt my head toward her. “Fasten that seatbelt. We don’t want you getting hurt.”
She peers at me from the corner of her eyes as she does as I say. In the small cab, I smell her uncertainty—her fear—and it fucking turns me on. I don’t speak as I maneuver the truck around each curve, down the garage floors to the exit, swipe my badge, and drive us onto the street.
“Y-you didn’t look for my car,” Erika says as she reaches for the door handle.
I hit the gas. The city streets are virtually empty. I blow through one, two, and then three red lights.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t answer, gripping the steering wheel tighter with each mile. Some lights cooperate, but as we speed through town they’re getting farther and farther apart.
“Please,” Erika begs, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I want to go home. The apartment isn’t in this direction.”
Just like the streetlights and population, her questions space farther apart as I continue to silently drive out into the country and beyond the city limits. As the night sky deepens in blackness and fills with stars, I turn to her. My Erika’s body is pressed against the door as far from me as she can get. Though she hasn’t had the nerve to open it, she’s perched and ready. How could she open it? I haven’t slowed, much less stopped, to give her the opportunity.