“This week’s session is on the house,” I corrected myself. “And I’ll throw in a free drink as well.” I rose from my chair and headed for the liquor cabinet, hoping she didn’t have anywhere to be.
“Really?” Her voice was behind me. “Is that ethical?”
Ethical. The last word I wanted to hear. Before turning to face her, I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of Scotch.
“I highly doubt it.” I shot her a wide smile—the one I use for seducing. With every second that passed, I felt boundaries crumbling. Up until now, I’d always managed to keep myself in check, to ignore the throbbing of my clit when her voice grew low with desperation. I crossed back to where she was sitting and set the glasses down on the small table between our chairs, pouring a generous amount of liquor in both.
Silence filled the room. My office was too high up for traffic noise to filter in. My assistant had gone home at seven. It was just Nicki and I, and a bottle of booze. And the lust crawling up my spine, clinging to my skin. Finding a way out.
“But I’m only human,” I continued. “I suffer from the same imperfections as anyone else.” I took a large swig of the whiskey and relished how it burned my throat, like punishment.
“Rough day?” She leaned forward and snatched the other glass from the table. I hadn’t dared offer it to her, afraid of the trembling of my hands and how it would appear. I still had some sense of decorum left. “Too many sob stories?”
We’d been working on Nicki’s easy refuge into sarcasm, which I secretly loved. I chuckled nervously, then shook my head.
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The Client
Fanfiction"Is this what you were thinking of?" Nicki asked before her lips found mine. She tasted of whiskey and lipstick. Her tongue was soft in my mouth, intertwining with mine, exploring. My legs turned to jelly when her fingers snuck beneath the hem of my...
