Page 28 of Her Boss

The blonde-haired beauty wore nothing but a form-fitting bodysuit thing that showed off her huge belly, her very generous breasts nearly falling out of the wide-open bodice. The long, tight cream skirt she wore forced her to move somewhat slowly. Her hands were bound in front of her, the leather cuffs clasping her wrists linked by a short length of chain. She had a black leather collar around her neck, while she haltingly swept the tile floor of the kitchen.

“With her boy at school now—I got him into Bradenton Academy—she’s got a lot more idle time on her hands during the day,” Will said. “Once a month or so, I’ll assign her a whole page of chores to do—and make it a tad more challenging for her to complete them on time. When she fails—and most of the time, she does—she gets disciplined for it.” Will chuckled softly. “It’s just one of the things that we do that I get off on, and she gets excited by it, too.”

“Don’t you make any concessions for her, ah, condition? Safety and all?”

Will smiled. “Those are the concessions. Normally on those days she’s in cuffs and her ankles are hobbled too—and she’s tottering around on six-inch heels. I usually have her in a four-point harness too—which means the central chain isn’t long enough for her to stand up straight. Either she can extend her arms, which means crouching, or she can extend her legs, which draws her hands down to her waist. But she doesn’t get to do both at the same time. Not until I get home and unlock her, anyway.”

“Makes it a little tough to reach things up high, don’t you think?”

Will tipped his head. “She manages well enough.”

I was totally entranced by it, but in my mind, I couldn’t help but imagine Geneva in that very same outfit, under similar restrictions. I even pictured her being totally swollen with my babies and how that might work. A big man like me, impregnating someone like her, the tiny little slip of a woman giving birth to my children.

My cock was suddenly so hard I had to shift my position in order to conceal it under the glass table.

Where the fuck did all of that come from?

I realized then that I’d been thinking an awful lot about the girl. Why had she already gotten so far under my skin?

You’re ridiculous.

Will seemed to pick up on it as I handed the phone back to him. “Let me guess—it’s about a girl. What’s on your mind, chief? There’s something going on with you.”

I sighed, unaccountably uneasy about bringing the subject up. “I’ve got this new intern.”

Will grinned. “So, it is about a girl.”

“Who said she was a girl?”

One of Will’s eyebrows shot up. “You saying she isn’t?”

“Well, no, it’s a girl.”

We both laughed at that.

“I, uh, didn’t want it but Chester kind of made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“Chester?” Will scratched his chin. “His last name wouldn’t happen to be Nantes, would it?”

“Yup—the same.”

“Interesting…”

“You know the guy?”

Nantes was knee-deep in construction, with a ton of city contracts to boot. But he did plenty of work for other, less than legitimate businesses too.

Which was typically where I got involved.

“No, but heard of him. Nasty, from what I’ve been told. Kind of a throwback. He a client of yours, I take it?”

“A big one, yeah.” I finished my scotch, the burn pleasing and invigorating. “Anyway, he wanted me to take her on for a while. Show her the business, do whatever I needed done around the office. That kind of thing, you know?”

Folding his white cloth napkin, Will dumped it on the table. “Let me guess. She’s easy on the eyes.”

The cityscape shimmered in the early afternoon heat, a subtle layer of brown haze hovering just above the horizon. “She’s gorgeous. Unfortunately. But definitely not my usual type. Very slight. Tiny thing, actually.”

Will’s look was knowing, with perhaps a hint of wariness too. “She’s young, isn’t she?”

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