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me direly afraid that I would soon start dripping on his precious rug. If he would reach down and cup the space between my legs...he’d find much more where that came from. The entire scenario made me nearly as horny as Jordan’s massage.

“I bet I can guess who you were thinking about.” He said it so casually that I almost missed it. I looked up just in time to see him slip my panties into his pocket. “I hope you spend the rest of your day thinking about how you can be better.” The dismissal was clear in his voice.

My knees quaking, I walked back to the door and stepped into my shoes. I could feel his eyes on me. Every step reminded me that I wasn’t wearing panties, my pussy rubbing against the fabric of my skirt. I left his office, closing the door and not looking back. Another lesson learned, I thought to myself, feeling humiliated and extremely horny. When would these lessons end?
     

Chapter 4
     
    “Have a good night, Susan,” I said, waving to her as she prepared to leave for the day.

“Thanks again for the brownie, Lori.” She smiled. “You definitely know how to exploit my weaknesses.” We both laughed as she walked away, but my heart wasn’t in it.

I was still beyond distracted with arousal and worry. When was I going to get my panties back and, more importantly, what was Trevor going to do to me? I’d been imagining various scenarios all day. My favorite was the one of him putting my panties back on me, slipping the fabric up my legs until it covered me again. A strange chill ran through my body and made me shudder.

I hurried to wrap up the transcript I was working on—it was actually Trevor’s notes from the phone call he was in the middle of when I returned the botched dry cleaning. From what I understood, Bishop Corp. was trying to form a partnership with another media magnate. It was all heavy stuff, and something that piqued my interest, but I had something a little more pressing on my mind—getting my panties back. The moment I knew Susan was gone, I stood and snuck down the hallway to Trevor’s office.

I knocked timidly on the door, my breathing shallow. I paused to wait for him to tell me to enter, but there was nothing but silence. I knocked again, harder this time, and rested my ear against the wood. There wasn’t a sound. Out of desperation, I tried the door handle.

It was locked.

Shit . That bastard . He had probably sauntered off for the day when I was away from my desk, laughing to himself with my panties stowed in his pocket. I rested my head on his door feeling defeated. My eyes prickled as a few tears coursed down my cheeks. My humiliation would be complete when I ride the bus home in commando. The thought wasn’t comforting, and neither was the realization that I was perhaps a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see Trevor again. The pressures of today, sexual and otherwise, caught up with me all at once and my shoulders began to shake.

A sound behind me made me jump. I turned, quickly wiping my cheeks.

“Lori, what’s wrong?” It was Jordan. He was carrying a slim briefcase, about to leave work. Encountering him in the hallway was like being walled in. Even the briefcase looked like a clutch purse in his massive grip.

“Nothing,” I said, feigning cheerfulness. “Looks like your brother left for the day, but there was still one last thing I was supposed to do.”

He waved his hand in the air. “It’ll wait until tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.” He looked closer at me and frowned. “Have you been crying?”

I gulped and shook my head quickly, but he seized me by the upper arm. “What did Trevor do to you?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

I recognized that tone of voice—it was the Bishop command. I didn’t want to tell on Trevor, or drive any sort of wedge between the brothers, but I had to comply, just as I’d had to take my panties off for Trevor. Why was I powerless to resist them?

Blushing mightily, I looked at the