Heidi and the Kaiser by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online

knowing that at any moment, the elevator could halt to pick up more passengers, but she couldn't stop.
    She rubbed the cum-stained fabric against her clit, whispering, "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" until she finally came, her body shuddering and twisting in the corner of the empty elevator.
    She slipped the fabric sample out from between her lips, bringing it up to her mouth and licking the taste of them together off the material as she clutched the railing, her ears ringing, the bag falling to the floor.
    The doors behind her opened to reveal two men in suits waiting to get on. Heidi straightened up and slipped the fabric into her pocket with her panties, trying to juggle her purse and the Styrofoam container.
    "Is that yours?" one of the men asked, pointing to the grey bag.
    "Oh," she breathed, still gasping. "Yes."
    "Here," the other one said, picking it up and handing it to her.
    "Thank you." She slung it back over her shoulder and faced forward, leaning against the wall.
    The numbers couldn't light up fast enough as the elevator took her down to the first floor where she could rush home and touch herself, remembering him, again and again. She didn't know how she was going to make it through the weekend.
     
    Chapter Four
    “Cavelli?” Heidi whispered, nearly losing her grip on the coffee mug right over the blotter. She managed to catch it, not spilling a drop, before setting it on a coaster.
    “Roberto Cavelli?”
    “Yes,” Warren Kaiser replied, tilting his head to frown at her. “Heidi, if you are going to work here, you really must stop sounding star struck every time I mention the name of a designer.”
    “I’m sorry.” She straightened up and smoothed her hand over her skirt. His eyes followed her hands, the frown growing.
    “A thousand dollar outfit and you still look like a little mouse,” he sighed. “Maybe it’s the hair. Perhaps I should send you to a salon?”
    “Oh.” She tucked a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry.”
    She had been wearing designer outfits every day and feeling like a queen.
    Today she was wearing Donna Karan, a knee-length pleated black skirt and a grey stretch v-neck cashmere sweater.
    “Here.” Kaiser wrote something down on a yellow legal pad and tore the sheet off, handing it to her. “Call this number and make an appointment. I’ll give you time during your lunch hour tomorrow.”
    “Thank you.” She folded the paper and slipped it into her skirt pocket.
    He dismissed her with a wave of his hand. “Let me know when Cavelli arrives.”
    Heidi slipped out of his office, closing the door behind her with a sigh. It had been a difficult few weeks, trying to say and do everything right. He had been right about there being an adjustment period. She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment as she leaned back against the door. She wanted nothing more than to please him, but his punishments had been so awfully delightful she didn’t know if she wanted to be that good.
    The elevator doors opened and she startled, smoothing her skirt again as Robert Cavelli strolled towards her. His gray hair and beard and olive complexion reminded her a great deal of Sean Connery, although his accent was Italian instead of Scottish.
    She straightened, determined to make a good first impression.
    “Hello, Mr. Cavelli, I’m—”
    He didn’t even stop to look at her, just reached for the doorknob and walked right into Kaiser’s office. Heidi moved to follow, but the door swung shut with a shuddering bang and she stood there blinking at it, unmoving, undecided. Surely she should knock, offer them some refreshment? But what if she interrupted something…? Maybe Roberto Cavelli always made such an entrance?
    Heidi’s anxiety was relieved when the door opened and Kaiser poked his head out. “Coffee, Heidi. Black.”
    She nodded, but he cut her, “Yes, sir,” off with another slam of the door. The coffee was hot, and she’d just made a fresh gourmet pot. The beans were