Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(6)

Then something happened.

Mr. Strokner started to talk about his daughter. Jordyn had heard rumors about Mr. Strokner’s daughter. Mostly about how she had been a spoiled bitch, but also about how she snuck out one night and was shot to death at a fight club type event. It intrigued Jordyn that some little rich girl would be involved with bikers.

None of that was brought up during the interview, of course. Instead, Mr. Strokner made a couple passing comments about how Jordyn reminded him of his daughter. Rachel. That was his daughter’s name.

Mr. Strokner then touched Jordyn’s hair. Once. Twice. The third time, he stopped behind her. His fingertips were in her hair.

“You should let your hair down. Be comfortable around me. Don’t be afraid of me.”

And when she did, she swore she felt Mr. Strokner bend over and sniff her hair. It bothered her, but it would bother her more if she were to go home and tell her grandmother that she hadn’t gotten the job.

Jordyn gripped the bathroom sink and let out a shaky breath.

She knew what she needed to do. It had been a request from Mr. Strokner. Just like the many others. This one was all about Jordyn though. In the beginning, when Mr. Strokner joked about touching or about her touching him, Jordyn laughed and played it off as banter. But then she was told to touch him. She was told to place her hand against him. So she did. She was then told to rub. So she did. Mr. Strokner even put his hand to hers and showed her the speed he liked. In fact, it was the speed he liked so much that he came just a few seconds later.

Jordyn didn’t know what happened to Mr. Strokner’s pants but she heard they were given to another intern to take to get cleaned.

That’s when Jordyn knew her job wasn’t going to be normal. And as wrong as it was, and as disappointed in her as her parents and grandmother would probably be, the job came with a sizeable paycheck that was desperately needed. And so far, things hadn’t gotten too far out of control. So… no harm… no foul.

Until now.

Jordyn had received a text from a number that she knew would never be able to be traced. She knew it was Mr. Strokner because of the way the text was written. It was obvious and it bothered the hell out of her.

Glancing at her cell phone, Jordyn saw she had only two more minutes until she was expected to be in Mr. Strokner’s office. She pushed away from the sink and lifted her skirt. Her hands went up her hooked around the edges of her panties. She wiggled her hips, sliding them down her legs. All of this she watched in the mirror as though it were some kind of dream. But this was not dreamed at all. This was reality. A sad reality. The kind they don’t teach.

Jordyn held her panties and stared at them. She dropped them in the trashcan and, with no panties on like Mr. Strokner had ordered, Jordyn walked to his office and knocked on the door.

“Mr. Strokner?” she asked, poking her head in.

Please be busy. Please send me home. Please tell me we can do this some other…

“Perfect timing,” Mr. Strokner said. He was leaning against his desk. “Come in, Jordyn. Please. Shut the door. Lock it.”

Jordyn swallowed hard and did as told. Before she turned back around, she took a deep breath. She spun around and her hips swayed back and forth as she strutted toward Mr. Strokner. She would have felt more comfortable with a thousand eyes on her right now, knowing she had no panties on under her skirt, than she felt seeing the way Mr. Strokner looked at her right now.

She was scared now. Really scared.

“Come here,” Mr. Strokner said.

Jordyn stopped at the chairs in front of him. She was damn sure going to send signals that this wasn’t okay with her.

“Have you completed everything?” Mr. Strokner asked.

“Yes. I delivered those two contracts. I pulled the files for tomorrow’s meeting.”

“And?” Mr. Strokner’s laugh was ugly.

“I… yes…”

“That wasn't convincing.”

“Yes, sir,” Jordyn said.

“I need to see. You understand, right? I don't take lying very well.”

Jordyn stood motionless.

To see.

There was only one way to see.

Jordyn curled her fingers around her skirt and lifted it. She stared at Mr. Strokner and watched his eyes widen. When she was exposed to him, he pushed from his desk. He approached and Jordyn looked at his hands. She wondered which one - if not both - were going to touch her.

“So soft,” Mr. Strokner whispered. “Shaved. Clean. Fresh.” Mr. Strokner looked into Jordyn’s eyes now. “I knew you were perfect from the second I saw you, Jordyn. I just… knew…”

Mr. Strokner smiled and Jordyn knew he was going to touch her. She broke the stare and noticed something on his desk. It was a folder with a paperclip on it. The paperclip held a picture to the folder.

“What is that?” Jordyn asked.

The move was risky, but it paid off. Mr. Strokner looked back and then turned. “The folder?”

“Yes. Is that part of tomorrow’s meetings? Should I have…”

“Oh, no,” Mr. Strokner said. “That’s a fun side project of mine. You ever hear of Back Down Devil?”

“Maybe.”

“They’re good friends of mine,” Mr. Strokner said.

He then started to walk around his desk. Jordyn opened her hands and let her skirt fall. She was at least covered again. There was still a sliver of dignity to be had here.