She dismisses me with a flick of her hand.
“No, no. Seriously. You’ll see...” She nods in agreement with herself. “And the sounds that he makes when he comes… Mmm…”
I hear my body crumbling. My throat feels funny, and my body shakes like a pudding.
Enough.
From the bed, I pick up the first dress I get my hands on, making sure I snag my phone along with it and hide it inside the pleats of the fabric.
“Okay, then... I need to go now. I’ll be downstairs as soon as I’m done,” I say dismissively.
She heads to the exit.
I almost enter the bathroom when I stop and toss words over my shoulder as if they’re nothing but a fleeting thought.
“So... Why are you so curious about him?”
She smiles, pushing back a giggle.
“He doesn’t reveal his face, and it teases the hell out of me. That... and maybe I have a chance at him,” she says.
Eating my retort, I spin around and dash into the bathroom.
* * *
SENNA
Welcometo the new age of employment.
When your editor shows his tool and bedroom moves to your assistant, getting her all stirred up and setting her on a prowl.
Of all people, I shouldn’t be the one to pass judgment. It’s not as if I found him at a job fair.
Besides, I’m no better than her. I may be mad, in fact, precisely because he hasn’t shown me his moves online or offline for a while.
But a subscription-paid website?
I have to give it to him. The man is full of ideas and skill. I didn’t expect him to get the entrepreneurial bug so quickly. For fuck’s sake, he just started to work for me.
Fuming, I bump into things in the bathroom, fighting my curiosity and the need to feed it with more bits of information.
I’m worse than Harper in that regard. Her obsession is based on novelty, but I’m the one who’s desperately hooked on him because I’ve already tasted the fucking tease.
Ugh!
I have to calm down. Perhaps take a cold shower.
Somehow, I manage to do just that, and for a few minutes, my mind goes blank.
Absently, I turn the water off, run a towel over my body, brush my hair, and put on my makeup. It doesn’t take long before my mind shifts back to ruminating.
So now, he’s out there, messing with other people’s minds, making them drool over him. I clench my teeth and squeeze my fists.
Damnit. The man drives me fucking crazy.
Slowly, I breathe in and out, and let myself cool for a moment before I scoop up the phone, slide my finger over the screen, find Harper’s message, and tap the link.
It’s a plain page with not much information, which makes me think this is more like an insider’s thing, his website thriving on word-of-mouth promotion.