“You’re getting that, too. Now, go tell everyone. Colleen helped you more on your paper than I did. But I’m proud of you.”
“Did you ever read the paper I published?” she asked.
He froze. “I know you gave me a copy of the publication, but I don’t where it went.”
She hopped off his desk and pinched his nipple through his dress shirt.
“Ow! I read the book for you. Fine, I’ll read it. Email it to me.”
“There will be a quiz at dinner.” She walked to the door and turned. “But you don’t have to read any more Shakespeare books to impress me.”
“I love you,” he said.
She grinned. “You still have to read all my published works. Just like I’ll read all of yours no matter how boring history is.”
“Romantic literature isn’t a thrill a minute, either,” he replied.
“Romance is very thrilling.” She walked to his desk and leaned over, showing a little cleavage that was only his to enjoy. “Why don’t I find a naughty outfit to wear for the play at the special weekend?”
“Let me pick it out. I’ll have it waiting and ready for you.”
“You know my size?” she asked.
He looked her up and down and pictured her naked. “I know what size every inch of you is.”
The blush in her cheeks as she turned and left his office told him he’d won and turned her on in the same move. He picked up the phone to make the reservation before she sent the article. Failing her quiz wasn’t an option. He might be the boss where it mattered, but he’d never let her down.
* * * *
After dinner in their suite, she waited impatiently for the game to begin. There was a garment bag he wouldn’t let her touch. Once the dishes were cleared away, Scott locked the door behind the waiter.
“Ready for fun?” he asked.
“Very ready.” Her body had been at full attention since they’d left home. The beautiful suite made her feel spoiled, but he’d put her in her place very soon.
“The outfit is in the bathroom. Come out and play the part.” He wagged a finger at her.
“Does that mean I shouldn’t call you Master during the role play?” She wanted to get it right.
“Just pretend to be what matches the outfit, and I’ll give you instruction if I want any change.”
“Be right back.” She kissed him and ducked into the bathroom.
Eagerly, she opened the bag and found less material than in one of her skirts. A glossy, black, short dress and a lace apron. The feather duster gave it away. Slutty maid. Starting with a classic. It was so Scott.
Changing quickly, she left on her thigh high black nylons but went without panties. He deserved a little surprise, too. The dress was tight enough that she even ditched the bra. Leaving her hair pulled up, she checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup looked dull, and she touched it up.
Naughty maid time! She dusted around the door and bent over to feel the dress slid up. She opened the door and found him naked on the bed playing with himself.
“I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t realize anyone had returned. I was just cleaning.” She stared at his body but moved toward the door as a maid normally would.
“Don’t move. You’re not done cleaning.” He climbed off the bed, his erection bobbing as he walked to her. “You like watching?”
She looked away and blushed. “I have work to do. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You were watching me from the bathroom. You like peeping on your male guests?” He grabbed her wrist.
“No, Sir. I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry. It’s been so long since I’ve had any…male attention. I’m sorry I stared. What can I do to help?” She looked up at him with a grin.
“Don’t tease. I should report you to the manager.”
“I’m not teasing. Please don’t get me in trouble. I’ll do anything to make sure you’re fully satisfied with your stay.” She held the feather duster at the small of her back and stuck her breasts out. No way would she play the forced into it maid. She wanted it.
“I see.” He slid a finger into her cleavage and pulled the fabric away from her chest. “I like to play rough and no complaints.”
“What can I do to help you?” She pressed to him.
“Dust the posters on the bed. I want it to be nice and clean.” He nodded.
When she walked in that direction, he smacked her ass hard.
A thrill rippled through her, but she dusted. Play the game. She reached up high to get the poster. His hand connected to her ass again, and she smiled at him. “Am I doing it wrong, Sir?”