Help Wanted [*Complete*]

8

"The Submissive should never forget their role with Sir. One should not attempt to advocate for more than Sir is willing to give emotionally."

My day consisted of arranging meetings, booking flights, and contacting the maid for the Southwark penthouse to notify her of Mr. Emery's quarterly visit to the London office. The prospect of going to England excited me, I'd never been before. Though something told me I wouldn't exactly get the chance to sight see much of the city aside from WAKE Tower two and the apartment.

The vibrations of the egg inside me and against my clit highlighted every movement. Mr. Emery was a marvel with it, he knew just how to use it to bring me to the brink and cut it off entirely; leaving me frustrated and breathless. By lunch my whole existence trembled. When it shut off the last time before we needed to head out for our reservation, with a sigh, I stilled my fingers on the keyboard. My cell buzzed, the noise making me jump.

"Shit." I covered my face for a moment before snatching up the phone.

- Did the contracts come in?

The sight of such a banal message made me tilt my head to the side. Nearly every moment of the morning he teased me with that toy, and now when he finally spoke to me since bringing him coffee it was all business. Again, the big question raised its head.

Do I want to be involved with someone who's so cold most of the time?

Regardless of the lingering uncertainly I checked his e-mail and sure enough the contracts were there, along with a list of books contracted by Pennington. Toward the bottom one title caught my eye.

Aidan Emery, From Boardroom to Bedroom by Chloe Bateman.

My brows furrowed at that title and I suddenly had an urge to see if there was a copy of it in the attachments. Ultimately, I decided not to and instead texted back.

- Yes, they're all in your e-mail with Pennington's upcoming publications.

- Cancel our reservation and have them bring the food in. Tell them I want my regular order.

- Of course, Sir.

Strangely enough, despite it being impossible to get in at Grayson the hostess seemed to take the cancellation in stride, almost as though it were expected. I couldn't help but wonder how many times Chole had to cancel things for him... if her relationship with him was similar to mine.

When the food came I took the paper bag with its plastic containers back into Mr. Emery's office. He was working at his desk, but that wasn't new. He actually ran the company and spent most hours staring at various screens, sending e-mails out to the department heads and negotiating business deals and partnerships. His interest in publishing, however, appeared to be completely personal.

"How's the deal with Pennington going, Sir?" I asked as I set the bag on the corner of the desk.

"It's not." He scratched the back of his head and looked up at me. "I have three of the four for majority. So, I need one more board seat to oust Gregory Chambers as CEO."

"If you don't mind my asking, Sir. Why do you want to vote him out?"

"Gregory Chambers and I came up together in a way. He inherited Pennington when he was nineteen, the same year WAKE went public. In the beginning, everyone compared us to each other. We were the young attractive executives. Interest in Gregory waned as Pennington's stock declined, he's always blamed me for that."