“I do,” Serena said, “but that doesn’t mean the thought of being dominated doesn’t thrill me. Then what did he do?”
“He took me to his room and pushed me down in front of him, ordering me to suck his cock.” Kali felt a thrill as she confessed her experience to her friend. “He stopped me before he came, then turned me around and bent me over the bed, then took me from behind.”
“Oh, yeah!”
“Then after we were done, he stroked me until we were both turned on again, and he sat in a chair and told me to fuck him.”
“Oh, honey, you’re my hero. If I didn’t think it would freak you out, I’d push you down right now, and lick your pussy clean.”
“Serena!”
Serena laughed. “I said I wouldn’t do it. I know it would make you uncomfortable. But fuck, honey, you have me so hot. If you won’t do me, I might just have to fuck the driver.”
“Are you kidding?” Kali really wasn’t sure. Serena could be pretty wild.
Instead of answering, Serena just smiled.
When the limo arrived at her house and Kali got out, Serena followed her out of the car.
“I thought you were heading home?” Kali asked.
“Oh, I am. I’m just moving into the front seat.”
At her words, the driver opened the passenger door for her, then closed it with a smile.
A tremor rippled through Kali as she realized Serena hadn’t been kidding about the driver. And from the look on his face, he knew why she was moving forward to ride with him.
As she walked to the door, she wished as she often did that she could be as open sexually as Serena, and sometimes do something as wild and crazy as Serena did.
Then a smile turned up her lips as she realized that tonight, she had done just that.
* * *
The elation of the weekend ebbed as Monday morning approached. Kali got off the bus and walked the half block to her office building, her simmering anxiety flaring. Minutes from now she’d have to face her boss, after having had hot kinky sex with him two days ago.
Not that he knew it was her.
But that didn’t make it easier to face him. She knew what they’d done.
* * *
Distractedly, Ryan stared into the glass paperweight on his desk, the colorful bubbles inside swirling his mind back to Friday night.
It had been incredible living out his fantasy of fucking Kali. With no regrets and no concerns about how it would affect their relationship at work. Because it wasn’t real. He smiled. But he had so easily been able to convince himself it was.
Did that mean that any woman with long dark hair and a similar body type would do?
Or did he just have a great imagination?
Either way, the problem was he wanted to do it all over again. He couldn’t find his mystery woman and carry on with her because she’d clearly wanted to hide behind that mask. On the other hand, he could easily enough find out who she was. Someone at the party would know. Her name was Cindy and she’d arrived with that other woman whom he was pretty sure was Spencer Jameson’s latest fling. Most of the executives had seen him with the woman in the black latex bodysuit and half a dozen had seen them disappear into his room together. Some even speculated that it was his secretary Serena.
Not that Ryan would judge. He’d done the same with his mystery woman. But she wasn’t his secretary. A half grin turned up his lips. At least, not for real. The fact that he imagined she was so that he could live out his fantasy of banging Kali didn’t hurt anyone. Or make anyone uncomfortable in the office.
Fuck, except himself, when thinking about it gave him a huge boner like he had right now.
The outer office door opened and closed. He glanced through the open doorway to see Kali hanging her coat in the closet, then sitting at her desk.
An overwhelming need to see her—to interact with her in some way—compelled him to grab his coffee mug and walk out the door toward her desk.
“Good morning, Kali. Have a nice weekend?”
Her head shot up, her gaze ricocheting from the computer screen to him, her eyes wide.
“Oh, Mr. Blair. Good morning. I’m fine.” She bit her lip. “I mean, yes a very nice weekend.” Her gaze dropped to his coffee cup. “Um…would you like me to get you a coffee?”
She was acting very strange. He had no idea what was making her so nervous. And her offering to get him a coffee was odd. She often did it when he had back-to-back meetings, but this was new.
He smiled and set his cup on her desk. “Sure, thanks.”
* * *
Kali watched Mr. Blair return to his office. The man was cool and calm. As if nothing had happened.
Idiot. As far as he’s concerned nothing did happen.
Except that he had had the same wild, exhilarating sex she’d had on Friday and the fact that he didn’t know it was her…didn't physiologically recognize it somehow…or feel a sexual connection to her that he couldn’t deny—bothered her.
Idiot! You don’t want him to know!
She stood up and walked to the coffee room. As she returned to his office with the steaming mug in her hand, she took deep breaths. She just needed to calm down. Nothing had changed between them. He had no idea it was her on Friday night so there was no reason for her to feel uncomfortable. She just had to forget about what happened between them.
At least while she was at the office. In her dreams…she would remember it forever. The way his lips felt on hers. The hot, hardness of his muscular body tight against hers.
The feel of his rock-hard cock gliding into her.
She sucked in another deep breath, her hands clenched around the handle of the mug, and willed herself to relax, then stepped into his office.
He glanced up as she walked toward his desk. Why, oh why, did he have to look at her with those glittering granite eyes of his? Watching her with such intensity?
She put the cup on his desk and turned to escape.
“Kali.”
She drew in another breath and turned to face him. “Yes, Mr. Blair.”
“Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed.”
Damn her heated memories of their intimate activities. Her cheeks flamed hotter.
“No, I’m fine.”
He frowned. “You’re sure? Because you can head home if you’re sick.”
She shook her head. “I’m good. Thank you for asking.”
She turned and hurried to the door.
* * *
The whole day and even the next, Ryan noticed how edgy Kali seemed to be around him. She avoided his gaze and fidgeted when he was in the same room with her. And her cheeks would flush.
Was it him? Was she picking up on his intensified desire for her? He’d always been attracted to her, but since having sex with her surrogate, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with her. Living out the fantasy had had the opposite effect to what he’d hoped for.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the earring he’d found in his room after his mystery woman had suddenly departed. It must have come off during their sexual encounter.
He stared at the small piece of jewelry with two deep red, heart-shaped garnets at an angle and a small clear stone nestled between them. Probably a white sapphire.
Maybe if he found her, they could start seeing each other. Although she’d wanted to hide behind the mask on Friday, now that they’d shared such an intimate and satisfying sexual encounter…hell, who was he kidding? It was pure sexual nirvana. Maybe after that she’d be interested in exploring what they had together.
A smile spread across his lips. And surely she’d want her earring back. In fact, in her eyes he’d probably be quite the hero to return it to her. She might be very… thankful.
The mere thought of the possibilities sent blood rushing to his groin. Would she sink down in front of him and unzip his pants, then…?
Fuck. He gritted his teeth at the discomfort of his swollen cock confined in his suit pants.
He shifted and tucked the delicate earring into his pocket again. Having the tiny reminder of his mystery woman made him feel a connection to her somehow. In fact, it also made him feel a greater connection to Kali. In his mind, it was like his mystery woman was a wicked version of Kali who’d slipped into his life so they could enjoy each other without interfering with their business relationship.
She was the perfect version of Kali.
And he intended to find her.
He picked up the phone and dialed Spencer Jameson’s extension.
“Mr. Blair?”
He glanced up at Kali’s voice. The phone had rung once on the other end.
“Yes, Kali?”
“You have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
Damn, he’d forgotten about that. Which wasn’t like him. A testament to how rattled this whole attraction to Kali had left him.
He hung up the phone and Kali turned to leave.
“Kali, wait.”
She turned back, gazing at him nervously.
“Yes, sir?” She clung to the doorframe as if she wanted to flee.
God, every time she called him “sir” it fueled the fire of his need to dominate her. He wanted to order her onto his knees in front of him and…
Damn it.
“I just wanted to say that if I’ve done anything to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry.”
“No, sir. You haven’t done anything.”
“You’re sure. Because you’ve been acting very nervous around me this week.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Clearly, asking her about it was only making things worse. She seemed more agitated now.