Trusting Jay(44)

Wear these too. J.



The next time the buzzer went, it was Burberry overcoat.



Wear this too. J.



I reached for the disposable phone, I couldn’t take It any longer.



When do I get to wear all this stuff for you?



That sounded ungrateful. I tapped my fingernail against the screen, worried I sounded ungrateful. A few minutes later it chimed.



Friday, a car will pick you up at seven. Wear everything I’ve sent, and nothing else. J.



I stared at the message and read it again and again. My pussy moistened at the thought of leaving my condo in these gifts. Most of all, I was excited to see where he lives. I didn’t bother to text him back. I got the sense my texts were little annoyances for him.

Instead I typed a text to Jenny. A ‘you’ll never believe this,’ but then I deleted the words. For some reason I didn’t want to share this. Not yet. For now I wanted it all to myself. Wanted Jay to myself. And I wanted to fantasize about what he had in store for me.

To think about how I would style my hair to best show off the diamond earrings. That I would paint my nails to match the red on the bottom of the shoes. I even considered shaving a J into my pubic hair. No, I couldn’t be so tacky with all these elegant things.





36





Once again I arrived at work early. Eager. I wanted to make a name for myself. To get these reports implemented. all the work I’d done at home was waiting for me in my email. It would be quick to get it onto the work’s system and match it up with the actual numbers.

I emailed Richard first thing, requesting a meeting to show him my ideas. I was giddy with excitement. This was my chance to shine, and I intended to make a big impact.

Sam turned up just before nine, I hurried her into my office and gave her a quick summary of my hotel stay with Jay. I hesitated, then went on with my story.

“On Saturday night he sent me a pile of gifts.”

Her eyes widened. “Gifts, huh?”

“Expensive ones. Perfume with a real diamond on it! Plus Louboutins.”

“Shut up!” she interrupted.

“That’s not all. He sent a massive diamond necklace and matching diamond earrings.”

The color drained from Sam’s face. It was difficult to comprehend. I’d spent Sunday looking at them over and over, trying to satisfy myself that they’re not a figment of my imagination.

And my insides clenched each time I imagined myself wearing it all for Jay. Okay, I may have put the entire outfit on once or twice and looked a myself in the bathroom mirror. Flashing myself with the tench coat. I wore the shoes all day, practicing walking in their impossible height.

“You are one lucky lady,” Sam said.

“No kidding, I was so lucky to meet him. But beyond all the gifts, I like him. A lot. I wouldn’t care if he was penniless.”

Richard walked past, and I shooed Sam away to catch him. My enthusiasm must have piqued his interest because he dropped wherever he was going and came into my office. I spend an hour going over my ideas with him and was encouraged by his response. He gave me the green light. Not only to implement the new reports but to hire two new people to do the grunt work.

He left my office, closing the door behind him, and I watched him walk past the glass walls back to his own office.

I sat back at my desk and checked my email. I’d intended to email Marla, to give her the job briefing and have her find me some new employees. My curser was on the compose button when an email from Calvin appeared in my box, the subject “James McAllister fucks his staff.”



Weird. Why would Calvin be emailing about the owner of our company? I didn’t know much about James McAllister, his office was three floors above mine. Who knows what went on up there in the upper echelons of the company? But Calvin’s name alone was enough to increase my pulse.

I clicked it open, the contents an instant kick to my stomach.



James McAllister fucks Abbie White in public and in exchange for a promotion



No other text was in the email. Only a picture. Of me straddling Jay topless at the lake.

I felt like my office chair was spinning me at ninety miles an hour. James McAllister? As in the founder of Force McAllister? Once I recovered from the shock of the intimate photo of me, I Googled James McAllister. Page after page of images of Jay came up.

His name wasn’t even Jay. James. James McAllister who three nights ago lied his face off and had said there were no more secrets between us. That I couldn’t take his picture because he was insecure about his looks. And I’d believed him. I grabbed my recycling bin and dry heaved into it.

Sam rushed into my office, pushing the door shut behind her. She was at my side, rubbing my back and hugging me. I stood and looked aimlessly around the room.