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The worst thing you could do drunk is text your ex right? Completely wrong, it's texting your boss.
Friday evening the clubs were packed. A few friends and I decided to go clubbing. I only planned to have a couple of drinks as I had work in the afternoon the next day, however, if people know a couple never means that, I found myself dancing in Heaven nightclub at 2 AM, plastered.
I stumble to the smoking area, humming, my eyes widen, trying to focus on my phone, opening my messages, seeing an unopened text from my ex, Kayla ~What are you doing tonight?~
I hum accidentally clicking on Kate's name and not Kayla
~what am I doing tonight.. unfortunately not you~
~ I miss your hands wrapped around my throat~
~ I miss your whispers of devotion before burying your beautiful lips between my legs~
~I miss the way you make me scream your name when you push me over the edge…~
~you're the only woman who could fulfil my desires…~
Kate, surprisingly, was still up and finishing some unnecessary paperwork in bed. Her eyes wandered over her phone, which was violently glowing with incoming text messages. Leaning over, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, replacing it with her paperwork. She hummed, raising an eyebrow as “Tallulah Montgomery” appeared 5 times. Kate was aware of Tallulah's evening plans, and a glimmer smirk appeared on her face, wondering what drunken messages she had sent now.
Her mouth dropped open, astonished, and a blast of emotion crossed her face, humming, reading the texts coming through, intrigued by each one, humming how desperate Tallulah sounded, needing to be with this woman, whom she later found out was called Kayla, biting her lip gently, humming in delight. She was about to respond when another text came through which made her sit up in anticipation
~ you once asked what my most private fantasy is. Well, I fantasise about my boss's fingers inside me, the door unlocked, where anyone could enter. The risk would end me over the edge… she's absolutely beautiful. Every day I long to see her. I can't wait to see her tomorrow, she is the only woman I would work for on a Saturday~
Kate's cheeks burned quickly, smirking softly. Tomorrow was going to be interesting indeed, Kate smirked, texting back
~go home, drink a lot of water and rest. Your boss wouldn't want you having a hangover. Sleep well, Tallulah~
sticking her phone on charge, chuckling, humming, settling down for the evening, visualising all the wicked opportunities she will have tomorrow.
I stroll into Kate's office at 1:30, half an hour late. Clutching my full water bottle in one hand and my sunglasses tightly glued to my face, my voice was weak and hoarse. “I'm sorry I'm late…there was a problem… with the underground”
She smirks, twirling a pen in her hands “Hmmm.. what time did you walk through your door anyway”
My cheeks flushed red I lay down my bags sitting at my desk “I told you before leaving yesterday I only went for a couple of drinks I was tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle fast asleep by 12 just like Cinderella”
“oh were you really… Interesting… I didn't manage to get to sleep until 2:30. I was just finishing off some paperwork when my phone decided to blow up with text messages. Here listen to this” she smirks pulling her phone out reading them her glasses on the bridge of her nose and a smirk on her face
“I quote…what are you doing tonight unfortunately not you I thought that was odd but when I thought about it I thought maybe it was a question being answered… and then it carries on I miss your whispers of devotion before burying your beautiful lips between my legs”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, my mouth almost dropping on the table, and she smirks, her eyes shooting daggers at mine.
“Oh and my personal favourite I fantasise my boss's fingers inside me” Her laughter becomes dark full of mischief
“Oh…my… god”, I buried my head in my hands. I felt a small panic building up inside me. I quickly ripped off the sunglasses, meeting her gaze “I-i thought I sent that to my ex..my god, am I going to be fired…Kate, I'm so sorry… I'm truly sorry”
She hummed, seeing me squirm in my chair, itching my arm nervously.
She stood up, strolling to the other side of the desk, leaning against it, crossing her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow, doing her best to cover the smug look.
She was wearing uncommon attire a white blouse and a skirt that rested above her knee crossing her legs gently humming as she caught my eye looking
“No, I won't fire you… where else would I find a girl that is freely willing to work on Saturdays… and after all these texts were sent while intoxicated we have all said and done things we don't mean while drunk… but know this Tallulah if you ever try to lie to me again” uncrossing her legs stepping closer leaning down her mouth touching my ear whispering in hush tones her hand gently resting on my thigh " I will tease you beyond your wildest imagination you'll be begging for me to touch you. Now be a good little assistant could you get me a coffee before you begin filling the reports everything needs to be organised before our trip”
My mouth went dry feeling her hand gently on my thigh I nodded at her stumbling over my words as I struggled them out “y-yes Ma'am”
She smirks, moving back over to her desk, carrying on with the paperwork “Oh, and Tallulah, could you send down Osgood, please? I'd like a word with her” Her demeanour becomes once again professional.
I took a large gulp of water, nodding and following my boss's orders with a dull ache building up between my legs.