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Last time: Milly followed Tex down the hall and they passed Octavia on the way, the same dirty look shot over at Milly’s head.
“Jealousy is a dirty thing,” Tex called to her on their way out. “You had your chance with this, lass.”
Milly couldn’t stifle her giggle.
“Now that’s a delightful sound.”
Twenty minutes later Tex instructed the driver to stop and wait. He guided Milly down an alley she’d never seen before and stopped in front of a small shop with a neon sign that read, “Madame Leather’s Fetish Shop.”
“Here we are,” Tex said, opening the door.
What type of an event are they going to? What does Tex intend for her to wear? Is she a bottom or top? Find out next time!
As you wish, yessir, youbetcha
She’d gotten hired that same day in it…
“Of course, Mr. – I mean, Tex. As you wish.” As confused as she was, he was her responsibility now and if he wanted to take her to get a new outfit, so be it. She gave an inward smile, though. She did love to shop.
Milly followed Tex down the hall and they passed Octavia on the way, the same dirty look shot over at Milly’s head.
What the heck is up with this Octavia chick? What ate her Cinnamon Toast Crunch this morning? It was rotten milk, wasn’t it? Find out Friday!
Time to go Shopping!!
Last time: Tex was quiet a moment, his eyes sizing her up in the same fashion she’d done to him. “Well, little Miss, I …
…think it’s time for us to go.”
Milly pulled out the list of appointments Octavia had given her. “I don’t see anything here…”
“Impromptu,” he slid on his jacket. “We’ll need to make a stop,” he said, looking her over. “No way can you wear that where we’re going.”
She wondered what that could mean. That was her best work outfit. She’d gotten hired that same day in it…
Where are they going? What will she be wearing? If anything at all…
Well, well, Milly Puts Her Foot Down
I demand a professional …
touch from all of my employees.”
Milly gave him her best, most professional, and yet most threatening smile. “I assure you, I am always professional in my touches. Bimbo or not, I am not your employee. I was hired by Mr. Huntington.”
Tex was quiet a moment, his eyes sizing her up in the same fashion she’d done to him. “Well, little Miss, I …
He what?? And what exactly is a professional touch? Wait, don’t answer that. Stick around for the next installment, same professional time, same professional channel!
I see a ho, ho, ho
We took a quick holiday break but Humpday is back on!
Last time: But, when she walked into her new office and saw Tex leaning against her desk, a cocky smile on his face, she…
…felt like a caveman, sweaty and hungry for meat. Not Tex-meat though, Milly, she told herself as if it would make it true.
“You’re looking at me as if you are trying to talk yourself out of ripping both of our clothes off, kitten. We need to get one thing straight. I am your boss. I don’t abide by bimbo nonsense like that Slayde. I demand a professional …
What will Milly do about this new budding attraction? Is it okay to drink alone if what you are drinking is eggnog?
Tune in Friday for Jill’s addition!
Raging hormone inferno
Last time: No way was Octavia going to distract from her thrust; when their thoughts turned dirty, she wanted them to think…
…of her when they thought of who could clean their thoughts up. And by clean, she meant dirty. Really dirty. Like, making out in the back seat of a car dirty.
Milly felt conflicted. Her attraction to Slayde was immediate, a burst of sultry fire and flames. But, when she walked into her new office and saw Tex leaning against her desk, a cocky smile on his face, she…
Does Milly understand the definition of dirty? Will she ever make it to that back seat? With which one? Find out this and more on Wednesday with Jill!
The tone he used spoke miles of what he thought of…
…her leaving. Milly looked back over her shoulder. The alpha males watched her go; two hungry eyes glued to her expensively implanted, perfect ass. Not even the voluptuous Octavia could boast of such a pair.
She shook her butt cheeks, anxious to leave a lasting impression on both men. No way was Octavia going to distract from her thrust; when their thoughts turned dirty, she wanted them to think…
What did she want them to think? Where did she get that ass work done? Is anything about her real? Stay tuned for Sadie’s next installment…
P J Perryman
What on earth?
What had she…
… gotten herself into, a war, or some weird alpha male ménage-a-trois? Milly cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, nodding at her new boss.
“Of course. You’ll know what’s going on at all times, Mr. Huntington. Where will I be working?”
“I’ll have Octavia show you to your office, while I have a little chat with Tex.” The tone he used spoke miles of what he thought of…
What does Slayde think of Tex? Are they rivals? Is this really a bromance story?? Stay tuned for PJ!
Word count limits are for suckas!
Last time: “I had hoped to be under you, Mr. Slayde, but I love the…
…confidence you’re placing in me. I swear, I won’t let either of you down.”
Tex gave one last wink to Milly and left, leaving instructions for her to meet him later that day.
The moment the door was shut Slayde was up against her, molesting her personal bubble. “You will be careful around him,” he ordered. “I’ve known that rat bastard has been up to something and you are just what I need. Do what he says, do it well, but you will come and report to me every evening.”
Milly blinked. What had she…
What kind of double crossing office is she working in? Will I be kicked off the island for once again refusing to follow the rules? What will Tex ask her to do first? Get these answers, other answers, or no answer next time with Jill!