Madison
The elevator dinged open to our floor, and Alexander strode out first, leaving me to trail behind him like the good assistant I was supposed to be. My legs still felt wobbly, and sitting at my desk proved interesting.
The day crawled by in a blur of emails and phone calls.
When I walked in, the office cafeteria buzzed with the usual crowd. The coffee machine hummed as I filled my cup with just a splash of cream. I found an empty table near the window, away from the
main crowd.
Thanks to this morning’s activities, my muscles ached in places I didn’t know could ache. I shifted in my seat, wincing slightly, and sipped my coffee.
“Did you see what she’s wearing?” A voice carried from two tables over.
I kept my eyes fixed on my phone, pretending to check emails, but my ears perked up.
“That dress? Yeah, I noticed.” Another voice chimed in. “Looks expensive.”
“It’s totally fake. Have you seen her wardrobe? All knockoffs.”
I tried to ignore the whispers, focusing on my coffee. Their words nagged at me, though – the dress I wore had been Alexander’s choice this morning. I hadn’t even thought to check the label.
After finishing my coffee quickly, I headed to the restroom. Once inside, I twisted around to check the tag on the back of the dress. My eyes widened at the designer’s name–from a luxury brand I’d only seen in magazines. Out of curiosity, I pulled out my phone and searched for the dress online.
My jaw dropped when the price popped up. This simple sweater dress cost more than my monthly
rent. Way more.
“Oh my god,” I whispered to my reflection. Those gossiping women had it completely backward – this wasn’t a knockoff; it was the real deal.
My mind drifted to our shopping trip today. I’d lost count of how many items he’d selected for me. The sales associate had been practically glowing when he said to ring up everything. Just how much had he spent?
I gripped the edge of the sink, feeling slightly dizzy. If this one dress cost this much, the entire wardrobe waiting at his penthouse must be worth…
“Get it together, Madison,” I muttered to myself. This was part of our arrangement, right? But still, the casual way he’d handed over his credit card, like buying a fortune in designer clothes, was as
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routine as ordering coffee…
I smoothed down the impossibly soft fabric. Well, at least those women were wrong about one thing
my “knockoff” probably cost more than their entire wardrobes combined.
The thought made me smile despite myself. If they only knew…
I returned to my desk, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The dress hugged my curves as I sat down, reminding me of its luxurious origins. In my absence, my inbox had exploded with new
messages.
“Another crisis to manage,” I mumbled, clicking through the urgent requests. The familiar rhythm of work helped push away thoughts of price tags and gossiping about coworkers.
The intercom buzzed. “Miss Harper, my office. Now.”
My heart skipped. That tone. I knew that tone.
I smoothed my dress and grabbed my tablet, trying to look professional as I approached his office. My knuckles barely grazed the door when his voice called out.
“Enter.”
Alexander sat behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. He didn’t look up from his computer.
“Close the door.”
I clicked it shut, my pulse quickening. The air felt charged, like before a storm.
“Come here.” His eyes finally met mine, dark with intent.
I approached his desk, clutching my tablet like a shield. “Yes, Mr. Knight?”
Alexander’s eyes raked over me, a predatory gleam that made my stomach flip. “Those reports can wait.” He leaned back in his chair. “I want you at my place after work.”
My cheeks flushed. “I can’t tonight. I need to visit my mother at the hospital.”
“Ah. How is she settling in at Hallmark?”
“Better. The new facility is amazing.”
“Good.” He stood, walking around his desk until he was right before me. His cologne filled my senses. “Visit your mother. Spend time with her.” His fingers traced my jaw. “Then come to my penthouse afterward. Your new wardrobe was delivered this afternoon.”
My breath hitched. “I don’t know how late I’ll be…”
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“I’ll wait.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “You can try on everything. Model it for me.” His voice dropped lower. “Or not model it at all.”
I nearly dropped my tablet. “Mr. Knight…”
“The door’s locked.” His hand slid down my neck.
“We’re at work,” I protested weakly, even as my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch.
“I don’t care,” he murmured thickly with desire. “Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when I can still feel your pussy clenching around my cock? When your taste lingers on my lips?”
My breath caught. He was close now, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His eyes burned with a dark intensity that made my knees weak.
“I want you,” he continued, his hand slipping down to cup my ass, squeezing firmly. “I want to bend you over this desk right now, rip those panties off and fuck you until you scream.”
My heart pounded, and every word ignited a fire in my belly. He pulled me closer, his breath hot
against my ear.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that? When your cheeks flush, and your eyes go all wide?” His voice was a husky whisper. “I want to feel your nipples harden under my tongue, taste every inch of your skin.”
A small whimper escaped my lips as his other hand found its way under the hem of my dress, teasing the sensitive skin of my thigh.
“Fuck, Madison,” he growled, his fingers inching higher. “I want to bury myself inside you right now. Feel your tight little pussy stretch around me. Make you come so hard you forget your own
name.”
My head swam with his words, each one sending a jolt of arousal through me.
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