Page 42 of For You, Sir

Sir released me and quirked an eyebrow as if asking,Are you serious?“The family probably got the whole wad. Except for the generous tip your old client wanted to give you as her final sign-off. I think you should honor her wishes.”

I chewed my lip.

“And what aboutyourfamily?” Sir pressed. “Even if you don’t need the money, maybe your mom could use it, huh? And don’t you have a brother?”

That gave me pause. Even if our relationship was strained, I still wanted to help them. Mom never talked about her finances, but she could be drowning in debt for all I knew. And Ho-Sung wanted to buy a condo, but couldn’t come up with a down payment. Though if I gave him the cash, he might spend it on booze.

“If you think it’s selfish to keep the money, give it to charity for God’s sake, but don’t let those vultures have it. You promised me.”

“I did,” I said. “I know.” My promise was enough, but I wanted Sir to know this wasn’t easy for me. “I’m just scared to talk to them,” I admitted in a small voice. If the Olsen family started screaming at me over the phone, I knew I’d cave.

“Then don’t. Let my attorney handle all that for you. She’s on your side.” He picked up my phone and held it out to me. “So am I.”

Hiring counsel seemed like such an extravagance, but having an attorney to deflect the Olsens’ ire would be a tremendous relief. And my mind was already churning with ideas of how I could help my mom and brother. “Thank you, Sir.” I took my phone back and found the number already punched in. I hitCallbefore I lost my nerve.

Sir nodded to himself and went to the coffeemaker to pour himself a cup. Shame on me—I’d forgotten all about it, and Sir’s breakfast besides. I took the phone away from my ear to hang up, but Sir raised a finger to stop me.

“Jun. I’ll be fine,” he said levelly. He made a shooing motion. “Go make the call in the office.”

I bowed in silent thanks and headed down the hall. I seated myself in the office chair while the phone rang, but as soon as a receptionist answered, I stood and paced the room. After I gave her my info, she put me on“just a brief hold, okay?”and easy listening tinkled in my ear.

While I waited, I stared out the window overlooking Sir’s side yard. I pondered what Madam would have wanted, and let myself dream of Mr. Cuddles being all mine, free and clear. I thought about whether Mom needed money and how I could tactfully bring it up with her.

A hand slid across my hip, and I let out a little scream of surprise. Sir stood right behind me with a sheepish grin. “Sorry,” he whispered, almost silent. “How’s it going?”

“I’m on hold,” I explained with my hand over the mouthpiece. I figured he was checking to make sure I’d really called, and turned back to the window. The sun filtered through the branches of a carob tree planted close to the window, dappling me in light and shadow.

But Sir sidled close behind me and slid one hand around my chest, the other down the front of my slacks. “I’ll keep you company,” he purred, gently groping me.

I frowned, a little frustrated. Why did he choosenowto get amorous? But I was still on hold, so it wasn’t like I was missing anything. I allowed myself to relax.

Sir nibbled the edge of my earlobe while he gently squeezed and kneaded my crotch. With his arms around me, his warm body pressing in from behind, I felt deliciously surrounded. I leaned back against his chest in surrender. My breath quickened and my face felt hot. He worked my belt open and my cock stirred with embarrassing eagerness.

“Sir,” I protested weakly, “I’m on the phone.”On a phone call you pressured me into, no less!

“I thought you were on hold,” he corrected, kissing the side of my neck and drawing my fly down.

The hold music jangled on, so I didn’t really have a comeback for that. My touch-starved body insisted I didn’t need one.

He reached down into my briefs, bypassed my aching cock, and cradled my balls in his hand. “I’m glad you’re calling,” he murmured close to my ear. “Makes me very happy.” As if to prove his point, rocked his pelvis so the hard rod of his erection pressed into my buttock.

Jeez. Did he get turned on just because I was doing what he said? Or was he messing with me? My cock advised it was better to play along than ask questions, and I rocked my hips, seeking friction.

“This body,” he growled, sliding his hand up to cup my hard-on. “So beautiful.” He encircled it, stroked it.

“Mr. Kim?” The receptionist’s voice blared in my ear.

“Y-yes! I’m here.” My face flushed. Sir continued touching me, and I grabbed his wrist to make him pause.

“Ms. Bradley is wrapping up a meeting, but she can talk to you soon. Can I put you on hold another minute?”

“Th-that would be fine.”Why the hell would you take me off hold just to tell me you’re going to put me on hold again?The banal music returned, and Sir hooked his finger in the waistband of my underwear, pulling.

“Sir,” I protested. I made a half-hearted attempt at holding up my underwear, then let him win, stripping them off my hips.

“What?” he asked in an innocent voice. He began stroking me and all protest left me. It differed from how I did it—squeezing firmer on the upstroke than down. Was this foreign technique how he stroked himself at night?

I knew I should put a stop to all this foolishness, but a rebellious spark inside me wanted to see where this led. I was tired of always being the responsible one, the killjoy. Like a straight-A student playing hooky for the first time, I was exhilarated by my impropriety.

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