porn site address, whisking himself to an erotic bondage site that specialized in lesbian action. Then it was off to a fetish supply catalog, where he scrolled through pages of whips, cuffs, paddles, gags and restraint devices. For good measure, he downloaded several pictures of naked women in various tortured poses and saved them on Elizabeth’s desktop.
He checked to make sure her browser wasn’t set to delete any record of the site visits.
Satisfied, he closed the browser and stared for a moment at the icons on her desktop. Looking around the large, well-appointed office—the office that would soon be his at last—he permitted himself a smile. He heard something and stiffened, his ears preternaturally pricked. Had it been an elevator door? Was someone coming in to the offices? Hurriedly he closed down Elizabeth’s computer and left her office.
He returned quickly to his own, plopping himself into his chair. He strained to hear if someone had in fact come in, but heard nothing. Damn, he’d jumped the gun, his nerves getting the better of him. Well, he would finish the rest of his plan from right there at his own computer.
He logged onto the company’s email server via their website. When the login screen came up, he entered Elizabeth’s name and temporary password. He waited the few seconds it took to open her email, holding his breath and…he was in.
Hurriedly he scrolled through her inbox, looking for anything that pertained to him. It was all boring business correspondence. He opened her sent folder—more of the same.
Well, not for long, he thought with an evil grin.
Clicking on the compose memo tab, he typed in his own email address and the subject tag: Sorry.
Dear Gary,
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, after our little discussion this afternoon. I’m really sorry I flew off the handle like that. Of course you didn’t have anything to do with what happened—the very idea is silly, once I’ve had time to think it through. I had obviously had way too much to drink, and I apologize for dragging you into it.
I know you were right to break off our personal relationship, even though it was pretty rough for me at the time. And though I miss you in my bed more than I can say, I would never do anything to harm you—you mean too much to me.
That said, I hadn't intended that anyone at the office find out about my secret life. I mean, it’s nobody’s business but my own, right? I’m a free woman and these are modern times. If I want to hang out at sex clubs and engage in a little casual S&M fun, who am I hurting?
Nevertheless, I do hope you’ll maintain your discretion, especially as regards Wallace & Pratt. I really wouldn’t want it to get out. You know how stuffy and prudish old man Wallace is.
He just wouldn’t get it.
You’ve done a great job on the team, Gary, and I do hope this little wrinkle in our relationship doesn’t affect your ability to work with me. I wouldn’t want our working relationship to become strained by any indiscretion on either of our parts. As your annual review is coming up soon, I’m sure you appreciate the delicacy of the situation.
Best regards, and, again, sorry about last night, and the baseless accusations I made today.
Elizabeth
Gary reread the email, grinning at the implication she was subtly blackmailing him into silence with the specter of his upcoming salary review. He was pleased with the personal note—
enjoying the fantasy that they’d had an affair and he had been the one to break it off. He added Elizabeth’s own address to the cc line since she had a habit of cc:ing herself on emails.
He held his finger poised over the button for a moment as he weighed the consequences of what he was about to do. Did he really have the balls to destroy her so utterly and completely?
He hit the send button.
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth was still struggling to recover from the effects of that breathless kiss. She stood at the large window of Cole’s
He checked to make sure her browser wasn’t set to delete any record of the site visits.
Satisfied, he closed the browser and stared for a moment at the icons on her desktop. Looking around the large, well-appointed office—the office that would soon be his at last—he permitted himself a smile. He heard something and stiffened, his ears preternaturally pricked. Had it been an elevator door? Was someone coming in to the offices? Hurriedly he closed down Elizabeth’s computer and left her office.
He returned quickly to his own, plopping himself into his chair. He strained to hear if someone had in fact come in, but heard nothing. Damn, he’d jumped the gun, his nerves getting the better of him. Well, he would finish the rest of his plan from right there at his own computer.
He logged onto the company’s email server via their website. When the login screen came up, he entered Elizabeth’s name and temporary password. He waited the few seconds it took to open her email, holding his breath and…he was in.
Hurriedly he scrolled through her inbox, looking for anything that pertained to him. It was all boring business correspondence. He opened her sent folder—more of the same.
Well, not for long, he thought with an evil grin.
Clicking on the compose memo tab, he typed in his own email address and the subject tag: Sorry.
Dear Gary,
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, after our little discussion this afternoon. I’m really sorry I flew off the handle like that. Of course you didn’t have anything to do with what happened—the very idea is silly, once I’ve had time to think it through. I had obviously had way too much to drink, and I apologize for dragging you into it.
I know you were right to break off our personal relationship, even though it was pretty rough for me at the time. And though I miss you in my bed more than I can say, I would never do anything to harm you—you mean too much to me.
That said, I hadn't intended that anyone at the office find out about my secret life. I mean, it’s nobody’s business but my own, right? I’m a free woman and these are modern times. If I want to hang out at sex clubs and engage in a little casual S&M fun, who am I hurting?
Nevertheless, I do hope you’ll maintain your discretion, especially as regards Wallace & Pratt. I really wouldn’t want it to get out. You know how stuffy and prudish old man Wallace is.
He just wouldn’t get it.
You’ve done a great job on the team, Gary, and I do hope this little wrinkle in our relationship doesn’t affect your ability to work with me. I wouldn’t want our working relationship to become strained by any indiscretion on either of our parts. As your annual review is coming up soon, I’m sure you appreciate the delicacy of the situation.
Best regards, and, again, sorry about last night, and the baseless accusations I made today.
Elizabeth
Gary reread the email, grinning at the implication she was subtly blackmailing him into silence with the specter of his upcoming salary review. He was pleased with the personal note—
enjoying the fantasy that they’d had an affair and he had been the one to break it off. He added Elizabeth’s own address to the cc line since she had a habit of cc:ing herself on emails.
He held his finger poised over the button for a moment as he weighed the consequences of what he was about to do. Did he really have the balls to destroy her so utterly and completely?
He hit the send button.
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth was still struggling to recover from the effects of that breathless kiss. She stood at the large window of Cole’s
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