Wrapped In My Wife(8)
“What are you up to, Emily?” I ask as I pick up the note and read what it says.
Thought you might be hungry… Looks like I was wrong.
I have to work late, but don’t worry, I got the sitter to get the boys.
Love, Emily.
PS Don’t worry about paying her. She said you gave her plenty last night.
I curse as I ball up the note. The sitter didn’t know what I was up to yesterday, so my cover isn’t blown. But she knows I wasn’t at home like I said I was. Damn it, I should have told her to keep quiet about the cash. I had no idea how much I gave her. I just stuffed some bills in her hand and prayed she didn’t stay to chat with Emily.
Glancing down at my hand, I see the now familiar pale pink cotton panties I’d slid up her legs this morning. Which means right this second, my wife has her bare pussy wet and ready for the taking.
I growl as I stuff her panties into my pocket and then nearly yank my office door off the hinges before I stomp down the hall. I’m in a cloud of anger as I barrel down the hall, but I know I need to say something to Jonathan so he doesn’t just quit on me.
“Mr. Wallace, I’m so sorry—” He jumps up and tries to apologize, but I cut him off when I hold my hand up for him to stop talking.
“I knew when I hired you that you were a go-getter. I like that you’ve got initiative and you want to see the company grow. But you need to simmer down a few pegs and take a breath.”
He nods and I’m glad he’s silent.
“It’s my own fault. My last assistant did everything for me, and I let her. We’ll get there, it’s just going to take some time. For now, I need you to keep showing my calendar as full, but I’m not coming to the office. I’ll let you know when things need to change, and they will. I can’t keep working long hours like I have been. The whole point to building all this is so I could have the time I needed with my family.”
I take a breath and rub a hand down my face.
“Can I trust you to handle this place until I can get back?”
“Yes, sir,” he tells me without hesitation.
I believe him. Even though, I kind of have to, he’s capable of running this whole business without me for longer than I care to think about. He’s a great asset to the company, and if he can do what he says, then I think there will be a lot of room for him to grow here.
I tell him as much, and he beams with pride as I walk out and wave goodbye to him over my shoulder.
When I hop in my truck, I pull Emily’s panties out of my pocket and bring them to my nose. The smell of her pussy drives me fucking crazy. She knew what she was doing by coming here and leaving these. She’s waving a red flag in front of a bull, and she damn well knows it.
She might as well be goddamn Cinderella running all over town missing these. Good thing for her, I’m the handsome prince who’s going to hunt her down and slip them on. And even better, I might just have to spank her ass for it while I do it.
Chapter 7
Dylan
When I pull up at the library, I tuck my aching cock away so I don’t scare whatever gray-haired old ladies they’ve got working here. I’ve got Emily’s panties tucked away safe in my front pocket of my jeans and I reach down in there every so often to touch them.
When I get inside I walk to the circular desk in the middle. Instead of what I predicted to be an old lady wearing a cardigan, it’s a woman about the same age as my wife. She’s got on a polka-dot dress and her hair is up in a bandana. She smiles at me when she sees me and walks over to where I’m standing.
“How can I help you today?” she asks.
“I’m looking for my wife. Emily Wallace.”
“Oh,” she says, her eyes going wide. She looks me up and down then picks up a phone. “She’s in the back. I’ll page her.”
She turns her back to me as she whispers something I don’t catch into the phone. When she’s finished she turns back around and gives me a giant smile.
“I’m Nancy. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I say, trying to be polite.
What I really want to do is stomp to the back myself and find my goddamn wife. But this is her place of work and I don’t want to cause her any trouble. I’ve already got a list of grievances on this place a mile long, so I try to focus on the problem at hand.
I pace around a little, but Nancy doesn't take her eyes off me. After what feels like forever, my bride comes around a corner looking like she ran the whole way here.
“Dylan.” Her voice is cool and completely opposite to the way she looks.
She’s in the dress she bought for our date night we had a few months back. “Why are you wearing that?” I say a little too loudly.
Emily shushes me and takes me by the arm. She leads me down a hallway and to an office in the back of the building that I haven’t seen before. Michael didn’t put cameras in here, and I’m already thinking about how he needs to fix that. I don’t want a place in this building where I can’t see her.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses at me, and then pokes me in my chest. “You weren’t in your office today, where you were supposed to be. And what’s this I hear about the boys being with the sitter last night? Do you have anything you need to tell me, Wallace?”