I loved her completely, I was obsessed by her, but thanks to my terrible guilt over how I'd treated her when she was promoted, I felt certain she couldn't ever feel the same way back. My awful guilt was something that would stay with me, lingering along in the background, but serving her did seem like some kind of penance at least.
Even after what had happened with Brandon, I felt that a worse punishment was possible. Some day, Zoey would tire of me, and feel able to simply drop me like an empty wrapper. In the mean time, every minute I shared with Zoey Schoenberg felt like I'd won the lottery. Being able to serve her like that, and have her smile at me, stroke my hair, offer me encouragement, complements and praise as I feasted on her intimately - that was heaven.
And I felt like a demigod whenever she came.
Sure, I had to start wearing loose pants to hide my reaction every time she entered the room. I had to quietly wash my sheets every time my dreams strayed into erotic territory. It was all worth it.
Then one evening, she finally gave me sweet, sweet release.
Chapter Eighteen
It was a fairly ordinary late Thursday afternoon, and as usual I waited for my colleagues to vacate the premises with an increasing sense of excitement, sitting at my desk quietly trembling, increasingly less able to focus on the work in front of me. Being a Thursday, according to our regular schedule I might expect to chauffeur our vice president to the gym, before taking her home for a post-workout massage.
But this time, my colleague Paul was fussing around until six-thirty - he was planning on going straight from the office to a first date, and so was staying later than usual.
"You think I should take flowers?"
"I don't know - I never did any of that Internet dating."
"It's only a first date, right? Might scare her off if I overdo it."
"Just don't take an ax with you."
Paul was nervous, and I found it mildly entertaining talking about his introduction to online dating. But if I had any degree of telepathic ability, my attempt to project it all at my colleague to silently encourage him to get the hell out of the office ASAP was failing miserably. I guess that was one super power I was going to have to do without.
At last, he left, and hoping his unforced overtime hadn't cut too badly into my time with our head of department, almost the moment the elevator doors closed shut on him I was up on my feet and knocking at Zoey Schoenberg's office door.
"Come."
I opened the door, slipped inside and closed it behind me as quickly as I was able so as not to waste a moment of precious time. I didn't cast my eyes in my boss's direction until the door was firmly closed.
"You can lock it, Jones. This time."
I felt my cock, already hard in my pants, throb. This was new. Obediently, I twisted the catch, hearing the clunk as the door bolt shot through to seal us from the world outside.
Then I turned - and gasped.
Zoey Schoenberg had cleared most of her desk, and was lying across it, completely naked.
"I thought I'd give you the news before sharing it with the rest of the team," she said.
She was lying on her side, as though positioned by an artist for a nude study. Leaning on one elbow, hair covering one breast, she was a breathtaking vision, her curves so streamlined and perfect, her dark eyes sparkling behind her elegant black-rimmed glasses. An inspirational goddess laid out before me to worship.
For a moment or two I stood frozen to the spot, gazing at her. I could see she was aroused from the single visible nipple, so hard on her breast. Her sex was concealed by her closed thighs, though a hint of her dark pubic hair provided an enticing signpost to what she might offer.
Even now, every time I saw her, I found myself amazed that she had allowed me the access I had so far enjoyed. I felt so unbelievably fortunate she was attracted to me. The difficulty was in not appearing like a pathetic, quivering wreck. I had to hold myself together.
"We won the RJS account," she said, beaming, her pretty smile lighting up the whole room, and igniting the combustible mix within my stomach. "Isn't that great news?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, smiling myself.
"Take off your clothes and come here," she said. "I think a big reward is in order tonight."
Man has never before disrobed so fast. Think ricochet sounds as buttons flew from my shirt. I saw her smile again as my cock was revealed, already rock hard before she'd even laid eyes on it.
"Come here," she said with a husky note to her voice, rolling over onto her stomach now to press her breasts into the desk beneath her, and reveal the tempting roundness of her behind.
I didn't need asking twice, approaching her, and then following the signals from her eyes to stand directly in front of her face.