Page 26 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
My cheeks flamed. I was. I had always been curious about a morehedonisticsex life. It wasn’t like I had a great deal of experience, although I had lost my virginityat fifteen. That was more like a fumble and thirty seconds of penetration. I had never beensatisfiedby a man.
“Do you know what curiosity killed?” He had leaned forwards towards me, our faces just a few inches apart.
“I don’t want to die curious,” I replied.
He didn’t reply. He gulped down the remains of his coffee and stood. I took that as my cue to do the same. I guessed we were leaving. Leaving yet another half-filled drink on the table, I scrambled to follow him.
When he pulled up outside my house, I climbed from the car with reluctance. He had held the door open for me but only walked me as far as the gate.
“Can I ask a question?” I asked and he nodded. “The Amelia that signed the storyboard. Is she the same as the one in the club and with you at the restaurant?”
“Yes, why?”
“Isn’t it awkward? Working with your... You know?”
“No, Ruby, I don’t know. Explain.”
He fucking knew; I was sure. “Is it hard working with your sub, or whatever you call her?”
He raised his eyebrows and started to chuckle.
“She said she likes to be dominated, and then she looked at you. I know what I’m talking about.”
“You know what you’re talking about?” he asked,and then stepped closer to me. Only the gate separated us.
“Sort of. No, I don’t, but you know what I mean.”
“Yes, she’s a submissive. Sometimes, when I want to, I willplaywith her. No, it’s not awkward at work because we are both professionals.”
“Do other people know about you two?” I asked.
“No, only you.”
“And you want me to keep that quiet, I guess,” I said.
“I don’t care who you tell, to be honest. I like curiosity. I like that you are curious.”
I thought for a moment he was going to lean down and kiss me. He didn’t. Instead, he took a step back and nodded just the once before he left. I stood and watched his car leave, the tail light glowing red as he broke at the end of the road. Only then did I open the front door.
“Hi, did you have a good evening?” Tim asked. I’d forgotten he was there.
“Erm, yes. Sorry, it’s late. I should have called or something. Is everything okay?”
“Perfectly. Your grandma is asleep, she hasn’t woken once, to be honest. I’ll be off now.”
“Okay. Erm, how do I pay you?”
“You don’t, it’s been taken care of by Mr. Wolfe. Didn’t he tell you? He’s retained me on a permanent contract for you. You’ll be starting work soon, he said.”
“Oh, right, yes. I forgot. But I’ll only be working during the days.”
“I mean, my company, not just me. We’ll have someone here during the day, and someone on the evening shift. Before you start, perhaps we should sit down and discuss hours,” he said, and then frowned. I guessed he thought I would have known.
“Yes, sorry. It’s late, I’m all over the place. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I showed him out and then shut the door. I rested my back against the wood and closed my eyes.
“What the fuck am I getting myself into?” I whispered.
