His Secretary: Undone by Melanie Marchande

Author:Melanie Marchande
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-10-25T18:30:00+00:00

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The serial workshop turns into a terminal bore, so I sneak out the back and return to my own room. Adrian said he needed to make a phone call, after all, so I figured I'll let him have his privacy. Anyway, I'm not sure exactly how much he wants me hanging around when we're not either fucking or sleeping. Kicking my shoes off, I throw the curtains open to let some light in. I wonder if Adrian's discovered his balcony. A quick peek out the glass tells me yes, he has.

One hand has his phone glued to his ear, and the other is resting on the railing as he looks out over the city. I watch him for a minute before I start to feel creepy again, and return to flop down on my bed.

He could easily walk over and see me. I'm not sure if he's realized yet that he can. A wicked idea starts to grow in the back of my mind, and the more I try to suppress it, the more it grows. I sit up on the bed and peer out again. He's still there, more or less where I left him. But maybe he's a bit closer - or is that just my imagination?

Smiling to myself, I drag a chair over from the corner and situate it right in front of my doors. If he turns around, he'll see me lounging there. I pop a few of the buttons on my blouse and let my legs splay open, a little more than is proper for this skirt.

Just when I'm starting to think he's never going to notice, he turns his head just slightly.

I see it - that moment where he's startled, then taken aback, then realizes I'm clearly playing an angle. He turns around slowly, a smile playing at his lips.

I wave a little, and I can see him chuckle.

The glass is too thick for me to hear his voice, and he seems to be mostly listening to the conversation, anyway. Maybe it's some kind of conference call. Ugh. Horribly boring, wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy.

I can make it a little more interesting.

He's the only one who can see me, all the way up here. I'm pretending to play with my collar, letting my hand trail down my shirt, casually finding a button and slipping it through the hole. His eyes narrow slightly, and he takes a step closer.

With my shirt now gaping open, I get up and saunter over to the mini bar. Fetching a tiny bottle of scotch and a glass, I shovel some ice in and pour. I'm not looking at him now, but I hope I still have his attention.

I do.

Returning to my chair, I stir the drink with my finger and raise it to my mouth, slowly sucking off the liquor. It burns bitter on my tongue, but I close my eyes in pleasure.

Adrian's still pressing the phone to his ear, but his other hand is a clenched fist.

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