The Cayman Proxy (Box One): An Erotic Hotwife Box Set by Morrison KT

Author:Morrison, KT [Morrison, KT]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-04-23T04:00:00+00:00

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Box Within A Box

Mitch’s secretary, Maureen Mehrotra, twenty-five, and three years out of York St. John’s business school, watched Kate’s figure work its way down the floor and to the elevators. Mitch saw Maureen’s eyes follow her along then look down at the blank briefcase-sized cardboard box with the two big, bright green shipping labels. She picked it up, felt it wasn’t too heavy. Mitch was expecting it. He waved her in, catching her eye through the glass.

“Thanks, Maureen,” he said, “Just on my desk, please.”

Maureen had been with him since he got here, worked with him even when he was just doing Compliance. She was quick and smart, and she wanted more than what she had there. She was taking courses at night and Mitch helped her out when he could. She put the big box on his desk, cleared the space for it.

“Can I get you anything else, Mr Sutton?”

He told her he was alright and let her show herself back out without saying anything. He got a sharp little blade from a bowl on his desk and slit the tape open on the box and peeled the flaps back. A box within a box. The one inside pale blue, glossy, adorned with a layered cloth ribbon in navy blue. He lifted the lid off and looked inside at what he’d purchased, pushing aside the silk to uncover it. He closed it up and took his notebook from his pocket.

He buzzed Maureen back in, asked her to tape it back up, told her someone was coming to get it. He found the page he was looking for in the tiny, worn leather notebook. Dialled the number into his personal iPhone.

“I need you to swing by here later today, pick something up…yeah, it'll be here, ask my secretary…a box…no…I need you to take it for me, put it somewhere…I’ll be out, right...yes, I have an idea…alright then, call me when you've got it…”

He hung up, saw Derek coming in, waving off Maureen. Derek dropped himself in Mitch’s couch, undid the button on his jacket.

“Finished your little quickie?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can smell her in here,” he said, putting his arms over the back of the couch.

“Well she was just here, Derek,” he said, picking up the folder he’d been working on.

“I can smell her insides.”

Mitch looked up at him, “Don’t be so vulgar.”

“Don’t be so coy and I won’t have to.”

“It’s not coy when I refuse to answer questions you don’t deserve an answer to.” He threw the folder back down, and undid his cufflinks. “And please don’t forget you’re talking about my wife.”

“You’re not going to ask me about Jahangir?”

“Well, you’re here in my office and not splashed across the sidewalk thirty floors below your window so I’m going to venture all is right again with Iranian Natural Gas.”

“All is right again.”

“I knew you’d do it, he can’t back out any way. Just rattling your cage.”

“What makes you think that?”

Mitch looked at him for a moment.

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