Mastered By The Boss(5)

“It’s okay. I just want to ensure you’ll let me know if there’s a problem so we can work it out.”

She nodded.

Hell, did she think he was hitting on her with that ‘we can work it out’ line?

She started to turn away again, then stopped and gazed at him. “Thank you, Mr. Blair. I appreciate that.” Then her lips turned up in a tremulous smile.

God, he could just sweep her into his arms and hold her, then consume that pretty little mouth of hers.

She turned and hurried away.

* * *

As Kali left Mr. Blair’s office, his phone rang.

“Oh, yes, Spencer,” she heard him say. “I wanted to ask you about the woman you were with at the party.”

She froze, only a few steps from his door.

“No, I’m not interested in her. I am interested in finding out about the woman she arrived with.”

Oh, God.

“Kali?”

At the sound of Mr. Blair calling her name, she turned back to his doorway.

“Yes, Mr. Blair?”

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, his hand covering the receiver. “You were just standing there.”

“Oh, no, I just… forgot something.”

“Okay, well, please close my door.” He smiled. “And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.” She closed the door to his office, blocking the rest of the conversation.

Damn, why was he looking for her? Or rather, the woman he thought she was from the party. Was he trying to find her so they could… date? Probably nothing that serious. Maybe he was interested in prolonging the fling.

Still, the thought that he’d been as affected as she was by the fantastic sexual experience they’d shared, filled her with delight.

He wanted to find her. She felt like Cinderella!

She mentally shook herself. Was she crazy? This was a disaster. She could not allow him to find out that was her.

She sat at her desk and picked up the phone, then dialed. After two rings, she heard Serena’s voice on the other end.

“We have a problem,” Kali said.

* * *

Ryan sat at the bar in Stokes, a place just around the corner from the office where a lot of the executives would stop for drinks after work. Spencer sat on the stool next to him.

“Sorry, Ryan. She won’t tell me who the woman is.”

Ryan swirled his drink in his glass. “Why not?”

Spencer shrugged. “Who knows? You know how women can be.” He sipped his drink. “Maybe she thinks I’m interested in her. She was a pretty hot number in that leather get-up.”

Jealousy surged through Ryan at the fact Spencer had noticed Cindy. Had ogled her delightful body in that very revealing sub costume.

“So why do you want to find her?” Spencer asked.

Fuck. Ryan didn’t want it to get around the office. What he did was his business.

“I found her earring. I saw her drop it and wanted to ensure she got it back.”

“Well, you could just give it to me and I’ll give it to Serena.”

“Serena?” Ryan stared at Spencer in surprise. “Your secretary? That’s who you’re sleeping with.”

“Yeah, well…” Spencer looked appropriately contrite. “I didn’t mean to let that slip.”

But Ryan doubted that. Serena was a beautiful woman. Tall with strawberry blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders. She had a stunning figure. That would be enough to capture the attention of most men, but Serena also had that indefinable quality…and ability to put someone in their place with just a glance. It occurred to him that a Dominatrix costume fit her to a T. She probably loved to be in control in the bedroom.

Yes, most of the men in the office drooled over her and Spencer would love others to know he was fucking her.

“So why don’t you give me the earring?” Spencer suggested, holding out his hand.

“I don’t have it with me,” Ryan lied. Somehow he felt it would lead him to her and he was unwilling to give it up.

“Maybe give it to me in the office then.”

“Sure,” Ryan said. “But why don’t you try again with Serena?”

Spencer smiled. “I don’t think this is about an earring. You fucked this woman at the party and now you’re looking for more of the same. Am I right?”

“Just ask her, okay?” Ryan gestured for the bartender and handed him his credit card.

The bartender nodded and walked toward the cash. When he returned seconds later, Ryan signed the bill and stood up. As he pushed his wallet back into his pocket, he glanced at the other man.

“I have to ask,” Ryan said. “How do you do it?”

Spencer’s eyebrows arched. “Do what?”

“Have sex with someone you work so closely with? Aren’t you worried it will affect your working relationship?”

Spencer shrugged. “Why should it? It’s just sex. And if things get awkward at work—especially after we end it—I can just have her transferred somewhere else.”

Ryan wasn’t sure he liked Spencer’s cavalier attitude. Ryan wouldn’t want anything to ruin the working relationship he had with Kali.

* * *

Ryan stared at the earring, the sunlight shining in the big window behind his desk glittering on the stones. Distractedly, he twirled the tiny gold post between his fingers.

Someone walked into the office and he glanced up to see Mary Ann from accounting approaching his desk.

“Mr. Blair, I have those monthly reports you asked for.” She placed a binder on his desk, then her gaze caught on the earring he was holding.

“Oh, you found Kali’s earring.”

His gaze ricocheted from the garnets to her face.

“You think this is Kali’s?”

“It looks like it. May I see?” She held out her hand and he placed the earring in her palm. She examined it and nodded.

“Yeah, she wears them all the time. When I noticed she didn’t have them on a couple of days ago I asked her about it and she said she’d lost one.” Mary Ann handed the earring back. “Her sister gave them to her and they mean a lot to her. She’ll be happy you found it.”

Disbelief surged through him as he stared at the tiny earring. The woman he’d been with… that he’d fantasized was Kali the whole time he’d been fucking her… had actually been Kali?

God, he’d actually fucked Kali!

His cock lurched, wanting to do it again so badly he could barely see straight.

“Mary Ann, don’t mention this to Kali. I want to see her face when I tell her I found it.”

She smiled. “Sure thing.”

As soon as she left, he dropped the earring in his palm and clamped his hand around it.

God damn! He’d suffered for months keeping a tight rein on his building desire for her and she just casually fucked him at a party.

Anger surged through him. He should fire her and her sexy little ass.

* * *

Kali wrapped her hand around the coffee mug. “I’m worried that he’s going to figure out it was me.”

“I already told you, you have nothing to worry about,” Serena said.

“But you told me when he and Mr. Jameson went out for drinks last evening, that Mr. Blair pushed him to ask you again about me.”

“And he did and I told him it was none of his business. Or Mr. Blair’s. He even tried to push me, saying that only company personnel should have been at the party and if I’d brought someone outside that I could be in trouble and he didn’t want that. That if I told him who you were, he could ensure everything would be okay.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him to go ahead and fire me.”

“Really? That was taking a big chance.”

“Not really. I just stuffed a ball gag in his mouth and told him that the only one who would be in trouble was him and then I used a paddle on his ass.”

“Oh, God. Too much information.” But a smile turned up her lips at Serena’s incorrigible attitude.

They walked back to the office and she sat at her desk. Everything would be fine. She didn’t need to worry about Mr. Blair figuring out it was her. And she’d eventually get over her nervousness around him and things would get back to normal. She just had to give it time.

She was fine. Everything would be fine.

“Kali”.

She started at the sound of Mr. Blair’s sharp tone behind her. She hadn’t even checked if he was in his office, since she assumed he’d still be out at lunch.

She turned her chair to face him. “Yes, Mr. Blair?”

He strode toward her and dipped his hand in his pocket, then dropped something on her desk. Something tiny.

An earring. The familiar shape sent a wave of relief through her. It was the earring her sister had given her on Kali’s eighteenth birthday.

“My earring.” She smiled and picked it up. “That’s great! Where did you…”

Then it hit her. Her gaze jerked to his.

“So that is yours.”

She froze. She couldn’t deny it. Not now. But…did that mean…?

His gleaming granite gaze was locked on her face, his expression sour.

“My office. Now!”

She stood up and scurried in front of him into his office. He followed and closed the door behind them.

“It was you at the party,” he accused.

Her cheeks flamed, and she shook her head in a daze.

“Don’t even try to deny it.”