Page 56 of Corrupt Game

All of his so-called training kicked in, and I sat on the sofa, watching his every move.

He’d had time to memorize me, with his fancy ass glasses that could see in the dark.

Gone were the caresses though. His hand did brush against my skin from time to time, each one sending a jolt through my system. It appeared that they were more accidental rather than to tease me.

“Now,” he gathered a few things together, “I’ll return shortly with some paperwork that I will need you to start doing for me. Please be ready and at the table when I return.”

I stopped myself from saying yes sir, only seconds before the words would have emerged. I needed to make sure that I didn’t let him have complete control.

There were some things that couldn’t be helped at this point. If I wanted to eat and have clothes, I needed to let him have some control. What I didn’t have to do was give him complete control over my mind and body.

Two hours later, surprise filled me as he handed over the data sheets to go through while working on his own laptop next to me.

He was available for questions, but it was a companionable silence. I didn’t want to rock the boat by asking questions that weren’t completely necessary. If I’d learned nothing else from this experience, it was to be flexible and watch rather than ask questions.

Lunch was a short process before we went back to work. It didn’t really surprise me since he was a business minded individual.

After a quiet dinner without any sexual innuendos, the lights went out once again, but with one small difference. He put his arm around me, pulling me close to his side.

The thought of snuggling or touching him wasn’t so horrible after all. Unwilling to stop him, I felt almost desperate for someone to hold me. I simply accepted the circumstances and hoped that if I behaved in a manner he approved of, he might actually give me even more leeway.

The lights remained off for the rest of the evening after he left, but I’d gotten used to being in the dark so it didn’t bother me at all. I found it made it easier for me to sleep.

He continued with the same pattern for the next few days until what I assumed was Friday afternoon.

Rossi appeared with a new outfit and shoes about the time dinner would have been served.

“Please change and be ready to leave in ten minutes.” He placed a stack of clothes on the edge of the couch and moved swiftly back to the elevator.

Slightly shocked at this turn of events, I realized I was being rewarded.

I’d been doing a fairly decent job with the research he’d given me, but I hadn’t been given access to a computer yet. Which was understandable given the circumstances.

Still, I was itching to be able to send a message to Ingrid and let her know I was still alive after the past few days or weeks, however long it was that I’d been out of communication with her.

There hadn’t been any indication he was trying to get me into his bed or mention more of the sexual aspects we’d shared the week before.

My body had been so sated after those two back to back orgasms that I barely noticed he hadn’t been as sexually motivated.

Well, maybe more than barely, but I was okay with it.

The focus had been on him giving me actual work and assignments.

When the elevator doors opened, I assumed Mr. Holdt would be inside, but was unprepared for the empty elevator. I hesitated, not wanting to be denied the chance to leave.

“Please come upstairs,” his voice directed over the intercom. I stepped into the elevator, unsure of what was about to happen.

The elevator doors opened on the upper floor, and I stepped out.

Was he actually going to let me out of the basement?Hope filled me as I followed his instructions.

“This way.” He motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom.

Surprised filled me at his actions. Maybe he was going to get some sexy stuff started.

“Well, this is just a day of interesting situations.” I winked and took a seat on the bed.

“That is certainly true. Now, turn over, ass in the air, and don’t get your shoes on the bed,” he ordered.

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