Chapter 17
He lasted exactly onemonth.
Four weeks of me wearing short skirts and no panties. Four weeks of me leaving a button or two unbuttoned on my blouse and knotting my shirts to show off my belly. Four weeks of me annoying the absolute shit out of him with all kinds of sexual jokes and innuendos.
“Alice, will you bring me another cup of coffee please?”
“Sure, if you give me the cream.”
“Alice. Knock it off.”
“You canknock me off.”
Every day, I found an opportunity to tease him.
“Alice, we have a zoom meeting in ten minutes, please put a bra on under your shirt.
“I was thinking of getting a nipple piercing.”
“What? Why?”
“Because then I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra for like a month. In fact, I might not even be able to wear a shirt for a while. They’re soooo sensitive, Daddy.”
“Meeting. Ten minutes. Go.” His voice was thick.
He was so stubborn.
“Alice, I need you to run out to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for dinner. There’s a list and cash on the counter.”
“Yes Mister Quinn,” I said, taking the cash and the keys and heading for the door.
“Wait... Alice, stop, what are you doing?”
“You told me to go to the store, sir.”
“Alice you’re wearing a tank top with no bra and a pair of fucking panties forfuck’ssake, put on somefucking clothes.” His voice trailed off as he face-palmed yet again and left the room.