Chapter 71 - Emily

**EMILY**

Emily arrived at the office way too early this Monday, but she hadn’t been able to sleep. The weekend with Alexander Fitzpatrick had been almost perfect. She knew now that he wasn’t gay, and she knew that he was extremely sadistic. That was the only reason he always left her when things got particularly exciting. He needed the dark, painful kick, he needed to see the suffering in his playmate’s eyes to find fulfillment himself. While he flirted with her, he let a masochist bring him to orgasm. At least that had been the case so far.
Humming softly to herself, she prepared some documents for the trainee Nicole and felt extremely satisfied. Her stomach felt pleasantly warm, her heart pounded with love, and she always felt a quiet longing for the most beautiful, breathtaking man in the world - Alexander Fitzpatrick, her boss, the most eligible bachelor in L.A. A blissful smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled at the thought of him.
Alexander had shown her other devices after the torture chair, and she had tried some of them, but he had never tortured her or expected her to expose herself. He had explained the purpose of the St. Andrew’s cross, the purpose of the stretching rack, and why the Spanish horse was so painful. That afternoon she had learned how a pillar of shame could be used in a variety of ways and how cruel a simple candelabra could be in the right hands. His eyes had sparkled with such enthusiasm that his eagerness alone had made her want to try some things with him. But he hadn’t been carried away.
In the early evening, he had taken her to the nearest large city and had kept his promise to buy her appropriate clothing for her meetings with him. He had made it clear that he wanted to see her more often, even during her lunch break. He didn’t know yet that she worked for him. So how would she manage to meet him undetected? And what if she actually got the job as chief accountant and had to attend the department heads’ meetings? How long could she keep her true identity a secret from Alexander?
Emily felt a flutter in her stomach as she thought of Alexander, the inspiring billionaire designer. There was nothing about him to suggest a dark side. And she was glad that he had revealed himself to her. At the same time, she was a little disappointed that despite his obvious desire for her, he hadn’t tried to become intimate with her. But then again, he hadn’t invited a woman to his hotel room to satisfy his desires. She had lain awake for hours, hoping he would come to her. She had listened to what he did in his room. But he did not come to her, nor did it get loud in his room. He must have had tremendous self-control. She didn’t have any; she had been masturbating and thinking about him and his hard penis that had been pressed against her bottom again and again.
Emily turned on her computers with a smile. One was for business and the other for accounting. Just as she was about to get up to get a coffee, her computer finished booting up and a message appeared in her inbox. “Well, who wants something from me so early?” She looked surprised because she had come half an hour earlier to enjoy the silence in the office. Here in the company, everything reminded her of Alexander Fitzpatrick, he was always running through her mind and she would like to reach between her thighs again and bring herself to a climax. Just thinking about him made her horny. Her nipples were hard and pressed painfully against her bra, but that also excited her. She was about to slip a hand under her tight business skirt when she sternly admonished herself. “No, Emily, behave yourself! No orgasms in the office!” She took a deep breath and focused on the email.

Good morning, Ms. Saron,
I’ll see you in my office at eight.
Sincerely,
A. Fitzpatrick

She stared at the screen in disbelief. This couldn’t be, this was impossible! “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Emily jumped up from her swivel chair and put both hands on her chest. Her breathing quickened dramatically and her heart pounded so hard it hurt. He couldn’t do this! He had never shown any interest in her, an insignificant little bookkeeper. Never! Why now?
“Oh no,” she groaned and collapsed back into her chair. Now she also realized that her boss had written the e-mail the night before. What had been going through his mind on Sunday evening that he wanted to summon a little accountant to his office? Did he suspect anything about her double life?
“No,” she whispered, “that’s impossible.”
But a shred of doubt remained. Why had he thought about her last night? Why not Ms. Harper?
“If he sees me, he’ll know right away that I’m his hostess, and he’ll be very angry. Maybe he’ll even fire me!” Fear mixed with her thoughts. There was no way she was going to lose her job. Not for something as stupid as being a hostess.
She looked at her watch. She had ten minutes before she was supposed to be with him. In about five minutes Ms. Harper, Vivien and Nicole would arrive. She could quickly and secretly shut down the computers, sneak out of the company and... 
“Reception,” she called, slapping her hand on her forehead. “By the time I get down there, the reception will be busy. I won’t be able to sneak out. And if Alexander finds out I didn’t follow his instructions, I’m guaranteed to get fired.” 
Emily’s shoulders slumped, the light, exhilarating joy of the last few minutes suddenly gone. Not only did her head feel heavy, but most of all her heart ached. It was really stupid. She had never wanted him as a friend. She had never been interested in the man who was twelve years older than her. Her colleagues had stared at him, but not at her. And yet, in that moment, she felt as if her heart would burst because he was about to stare at her in disbelief - and then never again.
“All right, I’ll just get it over with,” she sighed and stood up. She wrote a quick note to Mrs. Harper and smiled sadly. Then she straightened her shoulders. In a few minutes the game of hide and seek would be over. Maybe it was for the best.