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Chapter 11

 

Jennifer was at a loss about what she wanted when she went to work the
next day. While her confusion included her true feelings about Brad, the
biggest obstacle to her decision making was not knowing how Philip felt about
her. Today, she decided, would be the perfect time to find out the answer. For
the first time in her life, she intentionally dressed to catch someone's eye.
Her charcoal gray skirt was shorter than what she normally wore. She would need
to be careful when sitting or bending over so that she didn't flash her black
lace panties. She'd forgone the bra in favor of one built in to a white
camisole. The scoop neck showed off the tops of her creamy breasts, accentuated
when she put on the fitted jacket that went with the skirt. Remembering the
incident in the stairwell, she didn't bother with pantyhose and slipped on a
pair of dressy sandals. Rachel's raised eyebrows told her that she'd done a
good job.

 

Philip, however, didn't even look twice. Jennifer couldn't help but
feel a stab of disappointment as he gave her instructions about what she would
be doing. All morning, she sat at a small desk in the corner of Philip's office
and read through the letters he sent to her, writing comments about wording
choice. After the first one, she understood the need for a proofreader. The
letters were all to managers concerning their revenue. Tact was necessary. She
tried to focus her mind on the words and not think of anything else, but she
couldn't stop herself from wondering why Philip was being so distant. Was it
possible he'd figured out who Brad was? Had he been more upset by her ex's
appearance than he'd let on?

 

When he left for lunch without a word, Jennifer sat at her desk and
picked at the salad she'd packed. She hadn't eaten much breakfast, but she
couldn't really stomach more than a few bites. Maybe she'd been wrong about
Philip. Maybe he really only had been interested in her physically and now the
appeal had worn off. He obviously still wanted her to be his assistant, but
maybe this was his way of telling her that their only relationship now would be
professional. She was back to work before Philip returned.

 

“Miss Brooks,” he spoke flatly as he hung up his suit jacket. “There
are a few folders in the file room that I need. They should be on the counter. Would
you get them for me?”

 

Jennifer stood. “Of course, Mr. Haas.”

 

The file room was half the size of Philip's office and was lined with
filing cabinets at least six feet tall. Philip had told her that while they had
electronic copies of everything, he still liked to have paper on file. Paper
couldn't be hacked. In the center of the room was a counter where the files
could be spread out if needed. Jennifer was at the counter, reaching for the
folders sitting there when she heard the door close behind her.

 

She stilled, not turning. A moment later, a pair of arms slid around
her waist and a familiar voice murmured in her ear. “Do you have any idea how
hard I've been all morning, watching you in this outfit?”

 

A thrill ran through her as she melted back against his body. This was
what she had wanted, proof that she affected him. If what she felt against her
ass wasn't proof, she didn't know what was.

 

“One of the advantages to being the boss,” Philip turned Jennifer to
face him, “is getting to do whatever I want.” He walked them backwards until
Jennifer bumped into a filing cabinet. “And what I want now is to play a little
game with you.”

 

Mutely, Jennifer nodded. It was amazing how one touch, one word, from
this man could set her body on fire. Philip pushed her jacket off of her
shoulders, his hands lightly skimming her bare arms as the garment fell to the
floor. She shivered, more from his touch than the air-conditioning.

 

“Here is the game,” Philip hooked his fingers under the front of her
shirt. His eyes locked with hers as he slowly pulled down the material. “The
door to this room is unlocked. The door to my office is unlocked. But, no one
will come in without knocking and hearing me tell them that it's okay.”

 

Jennifer swallowed hard as Philip exposed her breasts, but he didn't
look or touch.

 

“Whatever happens to you today will be up to me,” he loosened then
removed his tie. He took her right wrist in his hand and lifted it. “I can do
whatever I want to you.” He tied one end of his tie around her wrist, then
reached behind her to thread the piece of expensive silk through the top
cabinet's handle. She heard the click of a lock as he made sure the drawer
wouldn't open unintentionally. “I can strip you naked and leave you here for
the rest of the afternoon. I could fuck you and let my secretary find you, cum
dripping from your pussy. I could come in every hour and make a new deposit,
then leave you for the cleaning crew to find tonight.” He raised Jennifer's
other arm and tied her left wrist. “The question is, do you trust me not to do
any of those things?”

 

Jennifer's eyes were wide, her breathing quick little puffs of breath.
Her heart was racing as she tested her bonds. She could move, but only one arm
at a time. Whenever she pulled one down, the other went up, keeping them far
enough apart that she couldn't untie herself. She truly was at Philip's mercy.

 

“Now,” his eyes gleamed as he took a step forward. “I want to have a go
at those pretty tits of yours.”

 

Her head fell backwards against the cabinet as Philip took one
hardening nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, the sensation going straight
through her, and she moaned. The sound grew louder as he used his fingers to
tug at her other nipple, pulling at the tip. She felt him smile against her
breast and he scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh, eliciting a curse.

 

“If that's your reaction to this, I can't wait to see what you do
next,” Philip chuckled as he lifted his head.

 

The cool air caressed Jennifer's wet skin and she made a frustrated
noise. This was just torture. Then Philip dropped to his knees and she made a
whimpering sound. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to
do? He looked up at her, his pupils wide with desire.

 

“No pantyhose. You're learning,” he ran his hands up her legs, over her
thighs to her hips. His expression darkened as he pushed up her skirt to reveal
her panties. “Very nice.” He eased the underwear down her legs, lifting one
foot, but leaving them around the other ankle. “I've been waiting to answer one
of the questions I asked you that first night. Do you taste as good as you
smell?”

 

Jennifer's back arched and her teeth dug into her bottom lip, fighting
to hold back a wail as Philip buried his face between her thighs. His hands
cupped her ass as he licked around her clit and then down to her entrance. Her
legs began to shake as a sudden climax flooded through her. He leaned forward,
hooking her legs over his shoulders as he thrust his tongue into her. He
caressed her spasming walls, turning one orgasm into two, three... she lost
count as they rolled over her and she wasn't sure if they were one or many. The
only thing in her life she was sure of was that if Philip stopped, if he never
stopped, she would die, burnt up from the inside out. She no longer worried
about someone coming in or about him leaving her here. Her previous doubts were
washed away on a wave of pleasure so intense that she could barely stand it.

 

Her head fell forward, strange little sounds falling from her lips as
Philip set her feet back on the ground. She tried to stand but her knees gave
out. He laughed as he stood, holding her steady with one arm while the other
worked open his pants.

 

Her pussy was still quivering when he shoved himself inside and she
opened her mouth to scream as she came again. Philip clamped his hand over her
mouth as he began to fuck her. Jennifer's hands opened and closed, nails
digging into her palms when no other flesh was available. Her eyelids
fluttered, wanting to close but she forced them to stay open. Philip was
looking at her and she wanted to see his face when he came, wanted to see what
it was like in that moment when a person was at their most vulnerable.

 

He rotated his hips, rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit and
Jennifer came again, her body going rigid. As she tightened around Philip's
cock, he cried out her name and thrust up into her, once, twice, hips jerking
as he emptied himself inside her. As his forehead rested on hers and his hand
slipped from her mouth, Jennifer's body went limp, unable to process anything
else. Only Philip's arm around her waist and the tie around her wrist kept her
from falling to the floor.

 

“You are one fucking amazing woman,” Philip muttered as he raised his
head. He covered her mouth with his, his tongue slowly, completely, exploring
her. She could taste herself on his tongue and gently sucked on it, drawing a
groan into her mouth.

 

Just as she was sure they were going to be heading into round two, a
shrill sound cut through the air.

 

“Fuck,” Philip swore.

 

Jennifer hissed as Philip pulled out, her over-sensitized body
twitching at the friction. Her pussy had that raw, throbbing feeling she now
associated with being thoroughly fucked. As she watched Philip retrieve his
phone from his pants pocket, she could feel their combined juices starting to
run down the inside of her thigh.

 

The moment Philip looked at the caller ID, he changed. His expression
instantly became serious, his body rigid.

 

“Yes?” He answered, tone so terse that it broke through Jennifer's
post-orgasmic haze.

 

She straightened, curiosity piqued. Whoever was on the other end of
that phone had just made Philip do a complete one-eighty. She watched as he
tucked himself back into his pants and then walk towards her. She could hear a
man's voice on the other end, but couldn't make out the words. Whatever was
going on, Philip was giving it his full attention. He yanked on the knot around
her left wrist, tugging it free before taking a step back.

 

She stared at him, surprised by the sudden change towards her. Where
was the man she'd trusted? The man who'd been thoroughly kissing her just
moments before? He didn't even look her way as she worked the knot on her other
wrist. She'd drawn it almost too tight to get free and by the time she was able
to get it off, Philip was pacing. He still wasn't saying anything, either to
her or the person on the phone. She'd never seen him so quiet.

 

Keeping one eye on Philip, Jennifer began to straighten her clothes.
She stepped back into her panties, grimacing as she pulled them up. If the
crotch hadn't been soaked through before, it was now. She tugged down her skirt
and adjusted her shirt. As she reached for her jacket, Philip finally spoke.

 

“Okay,” he hung up and turned towards her, his expression blank. “Get
out.”

 

“What?” Jennifer blinked, one arm halfway in its sleeve. “Why? What
happened?”

 

“Just get out.” The words were flat, emotionless.

 

Tears pricked at her eyelids as she stumbled towards the door, pulling
on her jacket as she went. She was barely through before the door slammed shut
behind her.

 

 

 

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