Dirty Filthy Fix: A Fixed Trilogy Novella (Fixed #5.5)(9)

Well, two could play that game. My plan was definitely on.

I waited a few moments after I was back at my desk before getting to it. Waited long enough for Hudson to really get involved with his conversation with Nathan Sinclair, waited for Nathan to pull out whatever was in his portfolio and spread it all over Hudson’s desk. Long enough to imagine him pulling it out and spreading me on my boss’s desk…

Focus, Trish, focus.

Then I dug my cell phone out of the purse that I kept in the lower drawer of my desk and called the office. Without hanging up, I set my cell down. I answered the office phone with my usual spiel, even though I knew it was just me on the other line, then I put the desk phone on hold. Once the line was blinking, once Hudson could see that there was a phone call waiting, I dialed into his office.

“Mr. Pierce, I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s a phone call for Mr. Sinclair from his office. His assistant says she needs to speak with him immediately.” I suddenly felt guilty about the lie. I hadn’t really thought this part through, the part where I would make up something completely untrue and probably worrisome about somebody else’s place of employment.

He deserves this, I reminded myself. Because he’d messed with my work, with my ability to do my job well.

“I’ll just put him on the line then,” Hudson said. I waited as he clicked the handset down on his desktop. “Nathan,” I could faintly hear Hudson saying to his guest, “your office is trying to reach you. Would you like to take the call?”

There was a beat of silence, of rustling, maybe Hudson had put the phone against his suit and I couldn’t hear what was going on, and for a moment I wondered if I’d screwed up. Perhaps Nathan’s office was closed for the day. Maybe there was no way that his office would be calling him, ever, and now I’d be found out by both him and my employer.

But then I heard him, heard that sexy voice.

“I suppose I turned my phone off when I arrived. Sure, I’ll take it.”

Another rustle and some shuffling, Hudson probably giving up his chair. Hudson likely handing over the phone across the desk and then there was his voice right at my ear. “This is Nathan Sinclair.”

I had to put my hand to my chest to hold my breath steady.

“You and I both know that your office hasn’t really called,” I said quietly, deliberately. “You can choose to leave them a message now, and I’ll hang up and the blinking light will go away. Or you can stay on the line while I connect you. Your choice.”

Because I believed in consent and everything.

“I’ll…take the call. Thank you.” There was a hint of humor in his response, an underlying rumble of curiosity, and the thread through it—plain old sensuality.

This man oozed sex.

My belly did somersaults.

“All right then. Hold please.”

I patched the call through, then picked up my cell phone and ran into the back room where I could talk privately.

“Nathan here,” he said again, and I had to bite back a laugh because of the barely disguised amusement in his tone.

“Hi,” I said breathlessly, almost forgetting everything I planned to say. The moment, having arrived, was making me so nervous I could barely think. I had to get a grip. This was too good a moment to waste. I’d been looking forward to telling this story way too much to blow it now.

“I mean,” I twirled a strand of hair around my finger coyly, even though he couldn’t see me, just to get into the groove. “You asked me a question the last time you were here. Asked me to have an answer for you when you came back.”

“I did.” He cleared his throat. “Have you got that for me now?”

I closed my eyes so I could fully put myself into the scene, so that I wouldn’t freak out and fuck it up. “I have. I’ve called to tell you my answer, actually.”

I could picture him crossing his legs, shifting in his chair, possibly angling his hard body away from Hudson. “And you think now’s the best time for this?” He wasn’t challenging me. Rather, it felt like he was making sure I was sure.

And I was. I was very sure. His permission made it even easier for me to go on.

“Definitely. This is the best time to tell you, in fact.” Best time for me, anyway. “I’ve had lots of different scenarios in mind. I wish I could tell them all to you, but really, they all end the same way, so I thought that’s what I’d share with you today. The happy ending.”

“Go on.” His voice still had a hint of a smile, but had roughened a bit too.

I could picture him, trying to look anywhere but at Hudson, trying to sound as though this conversation were very businesslike, another important emergency that he just had to be involved with right away.

“Well, they all end with your pants down and your cock out. Your left hand would be wrapped around my panties—I noticed you’re a lefty—your fingers would poke through one leg hole and come out the other. The crotch of my underwear would lie across the palm of your hand. And you would wrap the silk lace around the length of yourself, all up and down, up and down along your cock. You’d love the feel of it, the slinky feel of silk with the cotton lining inside the crotch panel. It would get you even harder as it stroked along your thick cock because it’s so soft. But the thing that would turn you on most would be the knowledge that my pussy lips had sat against the same material, that my own juice had soaked that very same cotton lining. And everything about it, every time you let your mind dwell on the fact that my sex had touched the same spot your sex was now touching, you have to fight not to come, to hold on a little bit longer, fight not to erupt right there all over yourself. Eventually you wouldn’t be able to control it any longer, you wouldn’t be able to keep it in, and then it would be there, spilling all over your fingers, all over the material of my panties. Soaking them.