She walked to the couch opposite me, sat down, and carefully pulled the box into her lap. I could sense her curiosity, practically taste her interest, as she slid the ribbon off the corner and lifted the lid. She stared at the contents, not understanding what she was looking at, and then the lid was replaced in a rush.
I found it comical the way she furtively glanced around, checking to see if anyone had seen inside the box. Had she forgotten we were alone in my office?
“Oh, shit,” she gasped. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Language,” I corrected with an amused tone. “That depends on what you think it is.” It was clear she knew, but I wanted to make her say it out loud.
Her cheeks tinged red. “I think it’s—uh—a vibrator.”
“Oh,” I said plainly. “Then, yes. You are correct.”
SEVENTEEN
SOPHIA
ALL THE MOISTURE EVAPORATED FROM MY BODY as I’d stared inside the box in my lap. The interior was lined with black velvet, but it wasn’t jewelry. The shape was what had thrown me at first. Most of the wand vibrator was black, but the long stem descending from the head had a slight bow to it, narrowing in the center before curving out at the bottom, which was covered in chrome plating.
I slammed the lid shut and flushed, instantly sweating even though the office was always frigid.
Macalister had bought me a vibrator, and from the looks of it, a very expensive one.
I was strung so tight I could barely squeeze the question out. “Why did you get this for me?”
He looked so fucking powerful in his charcoal gray suit and black tie, standing behind his desk with his arms crossed and a dark, intense look in his eyes. It was thrilling. “You deserve a reward.”
I sipped in air, although it had gone thin in the room. The box on my lap was burning, but my hands itched to lift the lid and look a second time. Just to make sure it was still in there, I told myself. Not because I was curious or excited.
He tilted his head, giving me an exacting stare. “You’ve had one orgasm in front of me. I’d like to see more.”
Holy shit.
My mind went blank. “How many more?”
His smile was sinister. “Until you feel comfortable having them in my presence.”
Um, holy shit.
My brain was stuck on repeat, and my gaze dropped to the box, not sure what else to do. If I kept looking at Macalister, I’d spontaneously combust and ruin all his nice office furniture.
It was just a statement from him, but it rang as an order in my ears. “Open it.”
I licked my dry lips and lifted the lid—
Sure enough, the beautiful sex toy was still cushioned inside. My fingers trembled as I touched it and discovered the silicone sheathing was silky soft.
Macalister’s voice was wicked. “What do you think?”
It seemed strange to describe it this way, but the sleek design was attractive. “It’s,” I stumbled over the word, “sexy.”
He made a sound of approval. “Yes. It is.”
He uncrossed one arm so he could pick up the coffee I’d brought him and take a sip, but his eyes stayed on me, and I couldn’t help but feel like he was drinking me in at the same time. Each swallow was a throb deep between my legs.
The cup was set back down. “I’ll need you to stay late tonight.”
I’d figured as much since tomorrow was the big day with DuBois, but it was hard to focus on anything right now because there was a goddamn vibrator on my lap. All I could manage was a dull nod.
“Excellent,” he said then pointed to the built-ins beneath the television. “That cabinet is empty and has an outlet. You’ll plug that in now, so it will be fully charged for later.”
I jolted. “Later?”
He got that look he always did when I repeated his words back to him. Mild irritation but delight too. Confusion and surprise were some of the tools he used to exert power over me. “Yes.” It was both a promise and a threat. “Later.”
It was apparent he meant for me to complete this task right now, under his supervision, so I swallowed a breath and pulled the wand free of its casing. Then I lifted the panel imprinted with a fancy logo and pulled out the charging block and cord.
The vibrator had a nice weight to it, and the curvy design wasn’t just for aesthetics. It gave the wand balance. My legs wobbled as I stood and sauntered over to the cabinet, putting my back to Macalister. The cabinet was on the floor, but rather than squat, I bent over to open it. My dress wasn’t excessively short, but it rode up and flashed him a considerable amount of the backs of my thighs.