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wish I didn't have an audience to witness it. I smile, averting my gaze in case my tormentor is watching, and whisper, "Thanks."

 
    Chapter 10
     
    Blow Up
     
     
    Okay, I'll admit that it took endless reassurances and every persuasive technique in my repertoire to convince him that I was not at fault for Friday's issue. I also had to finally submit to some bedroom antics I am still staunchly opposed to. (Keep reading, I'll dish them out later.) By Monday morning, the game was back on.
    Gary played games. Constantly. Underlying every one of them was a seriousness that kept me captive. One thing I would never attempt, was the undermining of his authority. He named the game. I had to play.
    Nothing prepared me for him dropping me off for work. He grabs my wrist and stalls me from exiting the leather seat. His smile disarms me.
    What's going on?
    "Wait."
    It's a command.
    I wait.             
    What are you doing ?
    His hand slips into my knickers and his fingers bury in like a tortoise getting shy.
    My cheeks instantly heat up as my body reacts to the stimulation. I watch the bodies thronging past the car. I'm grateful that Monday morning is a sedative. People stroll past in their own private trance. No one notices. He pulls open my blouse and pops out my nipple, his mouth covers it. I am molten. Instinct just takes over and obliterates any thought processes I was entertaining.
    He pulls his hand away along with his head, laughs demonically, and smiles at me. "Get out."
    "What?"
    "Get out. I'm going to be late."
    Hastily I try to straighten my clothing and step out of his impatient transportation capsule. He pulls off and does not look back. I draw deep breaths to try and still my arousal. My body is on fire and my legs have lost the blood flow that mobilises muscles. I stagger to the door and walk past it to the steps beyond. I flop down heavily, waiting for my cheeks to calm down. I light a smoke with shaking fingers and sit and stare blankly at traffic and strangers trickling past my view to the street.
    A blond head appears at the window. Arched eyebrows convey a silent query. I smile and mouth, "I'm fine."
    I finish my smoke, spritz on more perfume and force my legs to walk to the door.
    The blond head opens the door for me, one hand for some reason on the gun at his hip, "Are you okay?"
    I am so horny I am sure if I meet his eyes he'll see it, and know it. Embarrassed I mumble, "I'm fine."
    I half meet his eyes, before nervously looking away and walking to my desk. I sit too close to him the entire day, every day. He knows my routine. This is how we became friends. Through close proximity, daily. If anyone can tell there's something different about me, it's the guy that doesn't have to answer phones and push paper. He sits down, a frown marring his peaches and cream face.
    I don’t get coffee, I just immerse myself in work.
     
     
    I have a problem. I have one of 'those' voices. Once, a few weeks ago, I phoned the radio station to enter a competition on 5fm and landed up having a debate with the DJ about me doing radio. He insisted I had just the right voice for radio. He told me it was so sexy the listeners would lap it up. Thanks, but no thanks: (like Gary would ever let that happen.)
    (Okay, fine. I admit it. I asked him if I could and he said no .)
    I also have clients who are pretty blatant about it. They phone me for no other reason than to say hi and hear my voice. A few of them have told me I should be doing phone sex, and they'd be my number one caller. Great . I know it's meant to be a compliment, but I'm pretty uncomfortable with strangers saying things like this to me. And no, I have never told Gary.
    So the last thing I want to do today is answer that flippin’ telephone. If they think that about me when I'm not feeling frisky, then those men will just know and start saying naughty things to me, and I just can't handle that today.
    When Monica walks in, I tell her, "I'm not feeling well