Maybe I should run. I did it before apparently. Maybe I was Riley when I did. I couldn’t run. Where would I run to? I didn’t even know who I was. I got up from the bench and went about my planned day. I had lunch at the little café, went to a book store and bought two magazines and a romance novel. Why the romance novel, I didn’t know. I didn’t think it was my type of book, but it looked interesting.
I knew I had lost my mind when I walked into the next store. Well, I really did lose my mind. I had an excuse. I was in a corner store with every kind of sex toy imaginable. What the hell was I doing?
The store was fairly empty. I was glad of that. The older woman running the place paid me no mind as I walked around looking at the different objects. I shook my head, not believing I was about to do what I was about to do. I bought my two items with Drew’s credit card and left with my head down. I stopped at the little café again before heading back to the mansion. I bought Drew one of the Danish’s that I had. They were mouthwatering, delicious. I bought him some sort of fancy coffee with whip cream and chocolate swirled on the top.
Once again I didn’t knock. Derik looked pissed. I didn’t care. I was pissed.
“Can you leave us for a few,” I asked him.
He huffed. “No,” he point blank replied.
“Go, Derik,” Drew demanded.
He gave me a dirty look and stormed out. I should probably watch my back.
“You have got to stop doing that. I am trying to work here.”
“Why don’t you go to work like normal people?” I asked, and caught his half a grin.
“What can I do for you, Mrs. Kelley?” he smirked.
“You mean now or later?” I asked with a serious expression.
“Now.”
I gave him the bag with the pastry and opened the lid on his coffee. “I brought you something,” I said. He looked surprised. I must have never brought him anything before.
“You didn’t bring Derik any?”
I glared at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t like him.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I think he hurt me before.”
“What do you mean?” Drew asked with a peculiar look.
“I don’t know. It’s probably nothing, just a feeling I get around him. Forget it.”
“I’m not sure I want to forget it,” Drew was defensive over me, maybe this wasn’t such a lost cause after all.
“I bought you something else too,” I said with a sexy look, wanting to forget about Derik.
Drew sipped his coffee. “Why are you buying me stuff?” he asked.
I moved in front of him and leaned against his desk right between his legs. I slid my hand into the brown paper sack and pulled out the anal beads with a smile. His eyes widened, but he couldn’t control his lip curling up a little.
“You are a bad girl,” he smiled.
I pulled out the next toy, one that I was certain he would enjoy trying out. It was a metal ring that went around the base of his shaft with two rods sticking out in different directions. When he moved into me, the silver balls would move in and out of my ass. The other rod would hit my clit with every thrust.
“You’re crazy,” he smiled.
“But you like it, right?”
“I do,” he admitted.
“Good. Now stand up and kiss me so that you can get back to work.”
Drew did exactly what I told him to do. He stood, spreading my legs with his and kissed me. He even went as far to wrap his arms around my back and grind into me.
I moaned in his mouth.
“I thought you had work to do,” I exclaimed, placing my hand on his chest.
“I do. Get out of here,” he said with a quick peck to my lips and a swat to my behind as I walked away.
Derik glared at me right outside the door. I knew that he couldn’t believe my audacity, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t believe his.
I went upstairs and changed. I only wore the fancy duds to impress Drew. I think I succeeded. I hated them. I was done impressing him. I changed into a pair of white stretch shorts with a blue stripe running down both legs and a blue camisole.
I walked to the kitchen barefoot, and Marta was putting away the sack of groceries that I had brought home.
I didn’t know how I knew, but somehow I knew that I liked to cook.
“I’ve got this. Mr. Kelley said to tell you that you could go for the night.”
“He said that I was only to leave if he himself told me to go,” she countered, afraid of losing her job.
“I would kind of like to have Mr. Kelley to myself tonight,” I smiled. “I want to cook for him myself. I promise you won’t be in any trouble.”
She smiled, knowing why I wanted my husband alone. “I see. Well, I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of romance,” she stated, drying her hands on a towel before leaving for the day.
I got right to work with my salad. I almost bought stuff to make spaghetti, but for some reason, I knew that Drew hated spaghetti. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I did or at least I thought so anyway, maybe I would ask him.