Gone - Part One by Deborah Bladon Read Free Book Online Page A

the sidewalks. I hadn't noticed his reflection in the window as he approached me. Now, he's almost touching my back. "It's a wonderful city."
    I feel him step forward a touch and out of a need to keep my composure I do the same. I look down when I realize that the toes of my shoes are touching the floor length window. I breathe out so heavily that my breath clouds the glass.
    "Are you enjoying your time here, Lilly?"
    My hands shift restlessly in front of me. I have no place to put them. I clench them together tightly as I answer the question in as calm a voice as I can. "This is a wonderful place to work, Mr. Parker."
    I jump slightly as his right hand juts past me to rest against the glass of the window. "You're working here now. You can call me Clive."
    "Clive," I repeat back realizing how misplaced it feels on my tongue. In some abstract way I enjoyed the formality of our exchanges.
    "Say it again, Lilly." The words leave his mouth just as his left hand leaps to the glass, trapping me within.
    "Clive," I say in a breathless whimper. I look up to catch his gaze in the reflection of the window. "I'll call you Clive."
    "What were you talking about in the conference room when I walked in?"
    The question is ripe with hidden innuendo. He must have seen the anxious anticipation on my face when he first spotted me across the room. There's absolutely no way he can know that Kathryn was about to tell me the age of the women he likes to fuck.
    "Nothing." I try to smile. "It was nothing."
    "I've been to those mixers for years." He leans closer to me. "I know what Kathryn likes to talk about."
    I can feel the outline of his erection against me. He's as aroused as I am. The scent of his skin, combined with the position he's trapped me in has me more desirous than I've ever been. I fist my hands at my side to try and avoid the yearning to twist around and wrap them in his hair before I pull him into a deep kiss. "She's very friendly."
    His head roars back with laughter as he briefly grinds himself into me. The motion catches me off guard and I'm certain a small moan escapes my mouth. He stops abruptly and stares at my reflection in the window. "Did Kathryn tell you she'd like to fuck me?"
    My lips part slightly. I run my tongue over them trying to chase away the desperate need I feel to push my body back into his. "I don't want to get her into trouble," I say with no sincerity at all. I don't care if Kathryn has a job on Monday or not. I do care if I have a job and right now I can't tell if Clive is testing the limits of what I'll do to keep it or not.
    "It's almost eight now, Lilly." His right hand drops from the glass onto my thigh. "Do you remember what I told you about what happens after work?"
    I push my hands against the glass, resting my forehead against them. "Yes, but…"
    "Kathryn told you that she wants to fuck me. Kathryn has told everyone that she wants to fuck me, including me." A deep rumble flows through his chest and into me. "The woman has made it very clear that I have an open invitation."
    I gasp when I feel his hand skim the hem of my dress.
    "I've dated a lot of women." His lips are floating over the tender skin of my neck. "I've fucked most of those women."
    I pull my head away from the window so I can watch his hand in the reflection. My eyes are glued to it as it continues to slide up my thigh. "Mr. Parker…Clive…I" I stammer because any words that might have been ready to come out are now caught on the tip of my tongue.
    "I've never met anyone like you." His fingers run hot over the edge of my lace garter. "You almost had me on my knees when I saw this for the first time."
    My eyes dart down as I feel his hand move higher still. "Please," I say through a moan.
    "Lilly." His lips touch my neck in a soft kiss as his index finger brushes over my inner thigh. "Spread your legs for me."
    I don't hesitate as I push my hands against the glass and edge my feet apart. I want to say something. I should say something