Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
And speaking of the oh-so-handsome devil...
A frown creased Jamieson's forehead when he saw that it was just the two of them in the limousine. "Where's Lys?"
"I'm sorry, boss. She insisted on taking a cab on her own." Rebecca looked at him guiltily. "But please don't tell her I told you."
"You don't have to worry about anything of that." His every word was steeped in bitterness, and she loved it. "We've been fighting the whole week. And if we aren't fighting, then we're not talking at all."
"Is it still about..." Rebecca allowed her voice to trail off as she looked at him with sham uncertainty.
"What else?"
Her face fell. "I'm so sorry. And...if it means anything, there are studies that show how men's health is adversely affected when these needs aren't satisfactorily met." This was a complete lie, but the way her boss was looking at her now proved that the ends always justified the means.
"Exactly, Becs." Jamieson closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the headrest. "I just wish she knew that, too."
"I can try talking to her if you wish?"
Jamieson sat up. "Will you?"
"But...you can't let her know we talked about me talking to her. I mean, you get it, right?"
"She'll think you're on my side."
"I have to be," she quipped, "since you're paying my wages."
Jamieson laughed. "God, I love how you always make me laugh."
"That's because it's easy to please you. You really don't ask for much, boss."
"Lys wouldn't agree."
"Let me talk to her, and who knows?"
"Alright, Becs. But I'm not gonna hold my breath or anything. She's been saying 'no' to me for years, and we've known each other since we were kids."
"But you're also a man," she pointed out, "and there are things a girl can only talk about with another girl."
"You really think so?"
"I do."
Jamieson's defeated expression transformed into cautious optimism at her assurance, and Rebecca's teeth gnashed against each other.
"Then I'm counting on you. Help a bro out, Becs."
"You got it, boss."
And you totally do, Jamieson Holler.
You've got everything in this world.
Because you got me.
REBECCA WALKED HER boss to his room and asked if she could take a shower. "But only if it's alright with you," she said quickly. "They told me it would take at least an hour before my room's ready, and I'm just feeling really icky."
"Uh...sure."
Rebecca pretended not to notice the unease on her boss's face as she closed the door behind her. That would change soon enough, she thought confidently. I've already manifested everything about this, and the universe is on my side.
She took her time in the shower, wanting to smell her absolute best. She had studied this quite thoroughly, and what few women knew was how scent was as good an aphrodisiac as any.
Rebecca then arranged herself on the floor to look as if she had slipped. The tiles were hard and icy cold, but what was a little discomfort in exchange for achieving her destiny?
After loosening the towel wrapped around her body with a little tug, Rebecca let out a cry of distress and started counting.
Three.
Two.
One.
Jamieson burst into the scene. "Becs?"
"I'm s-sorry," she stammered with an embarrassed laugh. "I didn't mean to make you panic. I just had a little accident."
"It's fine. Let me give you a hand."
Rebecca pretended to lose her balance as he pulled her up, and she let out a squeal as she "fell" against his chest.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"
The universe came to her aid as she pulled away, with the towel around her body loosening completely.
"Becs!"
His voice was stunned as her towel fell to the floor.
She let out a gasp. "I...I..." Am just pretending I'm frozen in shock while I let you stare your fill. She might not be a little older than his college-age girlfriend, but youth eventually faded while expensively maintained tits would never droop.
Rebecca allowed for another second to pass before bending down and feigning clumsy haste as she reached for the towel.
"I'm so, so sorry."
Her boss' face was red. "It's f-fine. Are you, um—-" He cleared his throat. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Not only was it her first time to hear him stutter in her presence, but his cock had also made a noticeably tiny dent in his pants.
Ugh.
Size mattered to her.
A lot.
But...whiners could never be winners, and this was another sacrifice she was prepared to make for the sake of her glorious future.
In the meantime, however...
Rebecca looked at Jamieson under her lids. "Um, b-boss? Can I have the room to change?"
"Uh...fuck. Yeah. Sorry. I'm going right now."
She waited for the door to close behind him before indulging herself with a smug little smile.
That takes care of Phase 1.
And as for the next stage in her plan...
REBECCA STRUGGLED TO conceal her disgust when she caught sight of Alysse seated in the corner, her nose buried in another one of her fantasy books.