Page 10 of Bolted

“I’m sorry,” I choke out as I swallow a sip of my wine, “did you just say you were tied up when they came in??”

My sister Corrine and I are at Argyle. When I got there before her, I settled myself in a corner booth and ordered a Manhattan. If I’m going to be out in the city on a Saturday, I’m going to live a little. She came in a few minutes later, flustered like she always seemed to be. It was never that she was stressed or angry, she was just excited. Always. Like overwhelmingly joyful at life. It could be too much.

She had ordered when the waitress came over, telling her “I’ll have what my wiser, older sister is having.” The waitress looked at her without any expression.

“Anything else?” she’d asked.

“Maybe an appetizer in a bit,” Corrine had said. “We might need sustenance for this conversation.” The waitress walked away and I turned toward her.

“First off,” I said, “I’m not that much older than you!” She smiled and winked. “And second off, what kind of evening did I walk into??”

She had then proceeded to fill me in on her latest relationships and for the last thirty minutes I’d been listening to her rehash her most recent experience in a high rise tower in the Upper East side. Which had apparently involved her being tied up by her current boyfriend, and being treated to a surprise when another man walked into the room, with a beautiful blonde in tow.

“I mean this new guy was hot, but the girl was far hotter,” she says, as if this is a totally normal conversation for us. “I had experimented a bit with girls in school of course,” she goes on,”but I’m telling you Riley. A woman knows exactly what feels good on another woman.”

I raise my eyebrow. “So you’re a lesbian now?”

“Oh I don’t identify either way. As anything!” she adds. “I just know I had a lovely time with all of the individuals in the room.” She smiles wistfully as if seeing it all unfold in her mind again.

“Interesting,” I murmur. I don’t know what else to say. We don’t normally get too much into this stuff. It’s not like I ever had the chance to experiment this way when we were younger. My parents practically pushed me to be with Nate. There's no way I could have ever imagined rejecting him with them praising his every move. There were times it even felt bizarrely arranged.

“Well I have an interesting story too,” I say. Maybe I can get this Sebastian thing off my chest.

“Hold on,” Corrine says and waves to her waitress. “I need shots for this!” She’s way too excited, and it makes me laugh. She’s like a bundle of frenetic energy.

“So you know I started working for Bolt this last month right?” I begin. She nods and I look down as I say “I think I may have had a sexual encounter with my boss. And liked it.”

She chokes on a fry and gulps down her drink. “Wait, what? Seriously?!”

I go in depth about the after hours experience with Sebastian and how it’s challenged some of the initial thoughts I had about him. She just nods and listens, her eyes widening at certain points of the story.

“Why don’t you go for it?” Corrine asks.

“What?!” I am the one now choking on my drink again. “Because I’m married, dummy.”

“Well that’s why I actually wanted to meet up,” she says. She looks past me toward the door to the bar. “I have a friend of a friend who mentioned something about Nate the other day.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Oh it was Sophia, you know, the one I sometimes partner with for the events at the gallery off 6th?” I don’t know but I nod and she continues. “She mentioned something about her friend meeting up with a married man for drinks, and said his name was Nate. When I asked some more questions Sophia became curious too. She did some digging.” Corrine sips her drink as I stare at her confused.

“So what are you telling me?” I ask.

“I think you may want to keep an eye on Nate,” she says and picks up her drink. “I think he’s up to something.”

Chapter 12

Sebastian

“Oh my god Mr. Bolt, that feels so good, she breathes out. “Yes, just like that. You have the best dick ever. Please don’t st..”

I wrap my hand around the cute redhead's neck to stop her from talking as I pound into her. I think her name is Vanessa or Vicki or something but I can’t remember. Either way, I need to put a note under her contact to remind me not to contact her again. She talks way too damn much.

I already know my dick is good. I don’t need to hear it fifty times in one fuck.

Normally I’m okay with my ego being stroked but at this point I just need a willing hole that won’t speak so I can imagine I’m fucking Riley instead. It’s been weeks and she is avoiding me like the plague. Don’t get me wrong, she is still doing all the work I need her to do but every time I invite her into my office she makes sure to leave the door wide open and is close enough to it that I swear she’s ready to sprint the minute I get up from my desk.

If I wasn’t so obsessed with her lately, I’d think it was cute, how scared the little mouse is of me. ‘Obsessed,’ I think to myself, that is the fucking problem.

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