Chapter 3

Chapter Three

“Stop kidding around Louis,”  I said watching him walk behind the computer to find where the items were stored, his long fingers gliding over the keyboard with ease as his violet eyes studied the screen.

“Who says I’m kidding?”  He said glancing at me over his computer screen his eyes twinkling playfully.  I circled around the counter he stood and put my hands on my hips, my eyebrow raised.

“Louis, someday someone will come down here and think you’re serious and then we’ll both be in trouble.”  I all but shouted at him, I couldn’t lose this job.  I had bills to keep up with and a small apartment where they charged to much for the rent that I had finally taken the time to decorate.  I didn’t want to lose those small comforts, I had worked too hard to be able to claim my independence.  

“Relax Amelia, no one comes down here.”  He said in a tone that made my blood boil, I knew it was meant to soothe me but it didn’t.  

“They might and Louis you’re playing will get us in trouble, not us.  Me, it will get me in trouble, you have job security.”  I said knowing that he wasn’t replaceable like me, without him they wouldn’t be able to find anything in this overcrowded basement storage.  Anyone could do my job, answering phones, filing paperwork, reminding Mr. Blackwell of his schedule, and fixing his coffee wasn’t that hard.  

“They won’t get rid of you, trust me.”  He smirked as clicked the mouse and I looked down at his fingers, I had never seen a man with such well kept hands.  His nails were blunt and shined in the dim basement overhead lights, I knew that he liked to go get manicures.  His hands were smooth and soft and for a moment I wondered what they would feel like trailing across my body, my hands bound above my head.  I shivered and shook my head, what was wrong with me today?

It had obviously been too long, that was the only explanation I could come up with for my crazy libido.  Louis looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and I could feel my cheeks darkening, the twinkle in his eyes made me feel like somehow he knew where my thoughts had taken me.  He paused his search and undid the button on his slate gray jacket to pull out a thin wallet.  

“Why don’t you go and get us coffee, this will take a little while.”  He said holding out a black credit card to me, I grasped the cool plastic in my hand.  This was as close as I would ever get to having a black card, my credit would never be good enough for one of these bad boys.

“Same as always?”  I asked and he nodded a slow smile spreading across his face and the familiar light returning.

“You know my coffee order, you do love.”  He said in an over dramatic teasing tone as he touched his chest.

“Just for that, I’m getting you a black coffee.”  I said spinning on my heels and heading towards the elevator.  “And I’m spitting in it.”  I tossed over my shoulder, the sound of his husky laughter following me as I went, causing me to shiver as something within me tightened again.  

I knew it wasn’t anxiety this time and I frowned.  I didn’t need these feelings, tonight when I got home I’d take care of this, and my libido would hopefully go back to normal.  

I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to take me to the lobby, as I watched the doors close I ran my hand through my auburn hair and let out a sigh.  Today was going to be a long day to get through and I hoped Mr. Blackwell wouldn’t ask me to stay late.  On a normal day when my hormones weren’t making me itch for a spanking I wouldn’t mind staying late.  

It seemed like everyone was getting spanked but me, at least the overtime would be good if he did ask me to stay.  

The doors chimed open and I quickly walked through the lobby, the glass windows letting in the bright sunlight.  I was glad today was a nice day, so I wouldn’t have to run upstairs to get my sweater.  

I stepped onto the sidewalk and let out a long deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp unusually warm autumn air, feeling it blow through my air and swirl around me.  I always felt better outside in the sunshine.

I turned and weaved my way through throngs of people, this was one of the things I love about living in the city.  It never slept, I could come out here late at night, during one of my bouts of insomnia or early in the morning and there would always be people busily walking past me.  

It gave me a small comfort to know that I wasn’t alone, no matter how alone I felt.

The walk to the coffee shop wasn’t long enough for me and I found myself standing at the doors to the small shop that both Louis and I liked to frequent, the smells of a dark roast blend filling my nose, making my mouth water at the promise of a delicious boost of dark goodness.

I walked in it was a quiet, modern little shop that always had a bit of line.  When Louis had brought me here I was shocked at the quality of the coffee and could understand why he didn’t like the office coffee.  

Their mochas were like heaven in a cup, I patiently waited my turn scrolling through my social media account on my phone.  When I got to the register I placed our drink orders and stepped off to the side, tucking my phone and Louis’ card back into the slim pockets of my black pencil skirt.  

My name was called and I accepted our drinks, excitedly I made my way back to the office ready to enjoy my mocha while listening to Louis talk about the items he would be retrieving if he didn’t already have them ready and waiting for my arrival.