The Siren. Tiffany Reisz

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      Come at Six

      By Portia Da Costa

      “I knew it’d be you,” he says, eyeing the evidence.

      That bloody magazine. I knew I shouldn’t have taken it when I snuck into his office to borrow his ruler. But I’d never seen one in anyone else’s possession before. I thought I was the only person I knew who got turned on by spanking magazines. But clearly my hot new boss, Nick, reads them, too.

      “Mine, I believe?” He slides the incriminating item from my partly open drawer.

      I hang my head, hiding my blushing face and my excitement.

      I’ve been at Bray Associates for a month. It’s just a basic office job, but I’m glad of it—and even more so when Nick, the owner’s handsome son, is around. I’m just another face in the admin department, but somehow, when he passes by, his wicked sexy smile seems just for me.

      Trembling, I watch him flip the pages, his fingers long and sensitive, his gray eyes twinkling in a narrow, unsettling way.

      “So, what’re we going to do about this?” His voice is arch and deliciously knowing. “We can’t have people stealing things, can we? That’ll never do.”

      “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. It looked, um, interesting.”

      “Interesting, eh?” He eyes me up, like a blond angel-devil, all challenging and provocative in his sober business suit. He was on his way out, but I sense that he wishes he weren’t. Checking his watch, he gnaws his plush lower lip,and then slides the magazine into his briefcase. Next he takes out a business card,and scribbles on the back of it.

      “This is my address, Emma.” He’s giving me his home address? “Come at six, tomorrow night. And we’ll discuss the repercussions of office theft.”

      As he walks away, I could swear that he’s whistling in happy anticipation.

      * * *

      At six the following evening I’m shaking in my stilettos outside Nick’s front door, more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life. His flat is in a large old house, and when I ring for entry, he buzzes me in. I’m almost dizzy by the time he opens his door.

      Oh hell, he looks…edible.

      Soft, worn jeans cling to his lean thighs, and a white shirt makes his summer tan gleam. His flaxen hair is shower-wet and slicked back, vaguely severe looking.

      Me, I’m dressed in a simple black dress, suggesting penitence, I hope.

      Smiling slightly, he escorts me into a cozy, masculine study smelling of lavender polish and leather upholstery. There’s a large wing chair by the fireplace and a cluttered antique desk against the window.

      “Please sit down, Emma.” Nick sinks into his imposing, high-backed throne and gestures to a plain wooden chair a little way distant. Linking his fingers in his lap, he observes me as I perch on the hard surface and arrange my knees as gracefully as I can.

      “Well, Emma, we’ve got ourselves a situation, haven’t we?”

      “You’re going to sack me, aren’t you?”

      “No, nothing like that.” His voice is quiet, but his fingers twist a little as if he’s edgy beneath the calm veneer. He reaches for a glass of red wine from the small table beside his chair and takes a measured sip, all the time studying me, his eyes dark and assessing. “You’re an asset to Bray, Emma. We don’t want to lose you.” He set his glass aside, “But on the other hand—” He pauses again, his fingers fisted against his chin in a pensive attitude. “We can’t let this incident go unmarked, can we? You need to understand that you can’t get away with pilfering.”

      I suspect this is almost a royal “we” rather than company-speak.

      “And h…how can we do that?”

      I’ve known since yesterday where this might be going, but it still makes me shake and stammer.

      “A misdemeanor deserves discipline, Emma. Don’t you think so?”

      “Er…yes.”

      “Good, then we understand each other?” His blond eyebrows quirk in amusement, even though his face is otherwise solemn.

      I nod. Indeed we do.

      “Very well then, Emma, I’d like you to stand up, take off your panties and give them to me.”

      My mouth opens but emits no sound. I feel myself blushing again.

      “Emma?”

      My juddering knees make me awkward and clumsy as I struggle to obey, and somehow my simple white knickers hook themselves around my ankles like a lasso. But just as I stumble, Nick’s there, supporting me, strong hand beneath my elbow. He steadies me and then resumes his position in the wing chair, gesturing with his long fingers for my panties.

      My naked bottom trembling beneath my skirt, I watch him peruse my knickers with disturbing intensity. СКАЧАТЬ