The Stranger I Know (Dark Romance) by Amy Isan

I haven't experienced since I was in my conference with Michael. I seize up and drop the phone as I clutch my desk and feel pulse after pulse of warmth course through me. My thighs are wet, but thankfully, covered in dark leggings. No one will know.
    I can only pray. After a few moments of breathing and tremors, he turns it down below my threshold again.
    "I need to see you."
    "I know," he says cooly. "I know you do. I would too if I was experiencing what you have been all day too." I hang onto his words. He's always had final say. "I don't know if I can make it though. Work. You know."
    "I don't give a shit," I blurt. I cover my mouth and the receiver at the same time, horror stricken. His voice is mute, but I can hear him take in breath. He mutters quietly and I hear some paperwork move around in the background.
    "Be there at eight." The line clicks off.
    The phone is still planted against the side of my face when I realize what he said. I thought he scolded me. I didn't even hear him. Like when a person calls your name and you only realize it minutes later.
    I lift the phone off my face. Sweat has made the plastic tacky. I drop it back in its holder and lean back in my chair.
    Another wave of intensity shoots through me. I squeeze my eyes shut and ride it out. Imagining James pounding me against my desk. Imagining him slapping my ass, before pushing himself into me with enough force to make the edge of the desk cut into my legs.
    Mhm. I sigh heavily. My hand, without my permission really, snakes down my clothes and prods at my clit through the layers of fabric. It's satisfying, something hard and smooth pressed against it really... makes... the vibrator...
    Work.

Chapter 7
    I t's been over twelve hours since I slipped the vibrator in. I can only feel part of the horror that I'm sure my panties have become. Destroyed, most likely. My legs are cold, but I don't bother changing before it's time to go to the hotel. I don't go home, I go straight from my office to the hotel parking lot.
    I've never done that before. I always told myself it was risky. But right now, risk is the last thing on my mind with this thing dominating every emotion and thought I've had since I turned it on.
    I need it free and I can only get that kind of permission from the man who told me to use it.
    The lobby is deserted, despite the time, and I hustle to the elevator to avoid interaction with anyone. He'll be there and he'll let me in.
    As the elevator ascends, I feel lightheaded. My stomach aches and my head hurts. Have I eaten today? I don't remember. I could have forgotten, like anyone can blame me. Stacie bothered me after my phone call, trying to get me riled up with something stupid about staying late and asking if I needed help with anything. The sarcasm dripped down her chin the whole time and I wanted nothing more than to take the vibrator that'd been punishing me all day and shove it up her ass.
    I take a deep breath and brush my hair from my forehead. A bit greasy. The elevator dings as it slows down and reaches the floor. I climb out and head down the hall, my head tilted toward the room. I already know where it is, I don't even bother scanning the numbers anymore.
    ***
    I reach the room and knock on the door three times. No answer. Odd.
    I lift myself up a little onto my toes and try to see if there is any light coming through the peephole. It looks dark. I knock again, more violently this time. I'm usually punished if I show any kind of impatience. I don't care. Anything would be preferable to the mental and physical inferno I've experienced all day.
    Another set of knocks, and someone opens the adjacent room's door and peers out into the hallway. A fat man, balding with glasses, stares at me like I'm on sale at the deli counter. I narrow my eyes on him. "Fuck off, okay?"
    His look of dumb pleasure instantly turns into a scowl and he dips his head back into his room. The heavy door slams against the threshold.
    My watch isn't off. It's