pantiless and let the piercings heal and breathe. His eyes, his words, his entire being mocked me as he gave me my instructions for the next six weeks. He also insinuated that he had a hand in my father leaving Country Manor in my hands alone. “It’s a big leap for your old man,” he said. “Don’t let him down.”
Was I supposed to thank him like I would some gracious benefactor? Garrison’s leaving for six weeks was not exactly what I wanted—neither personally nor with the business. I may have harped on the idea that he was ‘looking after’ me for Daddy, but I did rely on him. I was hardly two weeks on the job and now there’d be no go-between to smooth things over if I did something stupid. And how the hell had I managed to initiate my career and my sexual awakening at the same time? Life was hardly fair.
There was only one day to get used to the rings before I was back at work. Garrison was already in Japan by the time I arrived in the office at
8:00
the next Monday morning. I could immediately tell that something was missing in the bustling atmosphere. His presence, of course, the steady hand, the cocky grin, the laser beam insight… all that would have to wait until he got back. We’ll muddle through, I heard my minions saying to themselves as they brought more questions to my desk that first morning than I’d had in two weeks. Had Garrison set me up for this barrage of activity, or was I just now realizing what it took to run a magazine?
Thankfully, the heavy workload offset that nagging sexual ache. Only when I managed to jerk in the wrong direction too quickly did I feel a sharp pain coming from one of the piercings . When I happened to do that in the presence of my employees I winced, hoping that they didn’t notice. I complained of a sore knee to my secretary when it became more than obvious to her that I was hurting.
My first phone call from Garrison came on Friday of that first week. By then, I was exhausted and dying for sexual release. He’d cautioned that I’d better not play at all for a couple of weeks. I certainly couldn’t have real sex without endangering the piercings . Hearing his voice, I was both comforted and put on notice.
“So, what’s up? I hear you’re doing a smashing job,” he said.
“Oh, and what spies have you been talking to?”
“You think I have spies?” he said, sounding so innocent that I almost gagged.
“I know you do,” I came back tersely.
He chuckled.
“Well, has anything fallen apart in my absence?”
“I’m doing great on the job. Maybe everyone wouldn’t think so, but I have a feeling it’s good that you’re gone. The staff is relying on me. I told them that you were unavailable, and if they had their reservations about something, we’d work through it together. They may actually start to trust me.”
“Some of those guy are tough cookies,” he said to console me.
“Oh, it’s not the guys I have the most trouble with. There are a couple of bitches in the department that I think would like to have my head…either that, or tie me to a metal bed for a good old-fashioned torture.”
“And is that what Eleanor wants?”
“No, I didn’t say that.”
“But you’re missing it, you’re missing me.”
Yes, I was missing him terribly and even more so since I heard his voice and wished he was in the next office. “I don’t have time to miss you,” I said. I doubt he was convinced.
“That’s too bad, because I miss you.”
I wasn’t prepared for that.
“So, Heiress, how about you take out a pen, reach under the table, under your skirt and put it through one of your new rings. Give it a tug.”
“Oh, my!” I said aghast. Suddenly, all my submerged sexuality leapt on me like a hungry tiger.
“No oh, mys , gorgeous, just do it,” he said.
The flutter in my belly grew wild. My hand was shaking, I was suddenly scared. I have no idea why, but it seemed so doubly lewd to be having kinky phone sex on company time. Lewd
Was I supposed to thank him like I would some gracious benefactor? Garrison’s leaving for six weeks was not exactly what I wanted—neither personally nor with the business. I may have harped on the idea that he was ‘looking after’ me for Daddy, but I did rely on him. I was hardly two weeks on the job and now there’d be no go-between to smooth things over if I did something stupid. And how the hell had I managed to initiate my career and my sexual awakening at the same time? Life was hardly fair.
There was only one day to get used to the rings before I was back at work. Garrison was already in Japan by the time I arrived in the office at
8:00
the next Monday morning. I could immediately tell that something was missing in the bustling atmosphere. His presence, of course, the steady hand, the cocky grin, the laser beam insight… all that would have to wait until he got back. We’ll muddle through, I heard my minions saying to themselves as they brought more questions to my desk that first morning than I’d had in two weeks. Had Garrison set me up for this barrage of activity, or was I just now realizing what it took to run a magazine?
Thankfully, the heavy workload offset that nagging sexual ache. Only when I managed to jerk in the wrong direction too quickly did I feel a sharp pain coming from one of the piercings . When I happened to do that in the presence of my employees I winced, hoping that they didn’t notice. I complained of a sore knee to my secretary when it became more than obvious to her that I was hurting.
My first phone call from Garrison came on Friday of that first week. By then, I was exhausted and dying for sexual release. He’d cautioned that I’d better not play at all for a couple of weeks. I certainly couldn’t have real sex without endangering the piercings . Hearing his voice, I was both comforted and put on notice.
“So, what’s up? I hear you’re doing a smashing job,” he said.
“Oh, and what spies have you been talking to?”
“You think I have spies?” he said, sounding so innocent that I almost gagged.
“I know you do,” I came back tersely.
He chuckled.
“Well, has anything fallen apart in my absence?”
“I’m doing great on the job. Maybe everyone wouldn’t think so, but I have a feeling it’s good that you’re gone. The staff is relying on me. I told them that you were unavailable, and if they had their reservations about something, we’d work through it together. They may actually start to trust me.”
“Some of those guy are tough cookies,” he said to console me.
“Oh, it’s not the guys I have the most trouble with. There are a couple of bitches in the department that I think would like to have my head…either that, or tie me to a metal bed for a good old-fashioned torture.”
“And is that what Eleanor wants?”
“No, I didn’t say that.”
“But you’re missing it, you’re missing me.”
Yes, I was missing him terribly and even more so since I heard his voice and wished he was in the next office. “I don’t have time to miss you,” I said. I doubt he was convinced.
“That’s too bad, because I miss you.”
I wasn’t prepared for that.
“So, Heiress, how about you take out a pen, reach under the table, under your skirt and put it through one of your new rings. Give it a tug.”
“Oh, my!” I said aghast. Suddenly, all my submerged sexuality leapt on me like a hungry tiger.
“No oh, mys , gorgeous, just do it,” he said.
The flutter in my belly grew wild. My hand was shaking, I was suddenly scared. I have no idea why, but it seemed so doubly lewd to be having kinky phone sex on company time. Lewd
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