It was about mid-morning when Allie sidled into Wyatt’s cubicle. With casual poise, she leaned back against the edge of his desk beside him as he sat working. Regarding him with a deliberate eye, she waited for a moment before she finally addressed him with a curly grin, “Hey, you.”
Wyatt, unswayed by her presence, tapped diligently on his keyboard, his glasses steadily reflecting the white glow of his monitor.
Allie frowned, still grinning. So this is how he wanted to play today. She crossed her arms and shifted her hips closer, pushing on the toes of her high heels, ensuring that the length and tone of her legs were in his peripheral vision. “Ahem.”
Wyatt’s continued to type relentlessly, eyes trained forward as if he sported invisible blinders.
Alright, then. Allie hoisted herself back and sat on his desk, almost knocking over his coffee cup with her tailbone. As she crossed her legs, her fitted skirt hiked up a few centimetres further above her knee revealing more of her sheer, black pantyhose. Her hip brushed against the side of Wyatt’s hand as he scrolled his mouse for good measure.
He remained resiliently, confoundedly, delectably unfazed.
Allie waited him out, staring at him with a slanted grin. She cocked her plucked brow the moment she noticed a quiver on the edge of his lip. Ah, there was her opening in his steeled resolve.
She leaned down far enough to rest her elbow on her bended knee, her chin on her knuckles, narrowing her green eyes, locking them upon his own attractive, dark pupils. Allowing for a few seconds for her fragrance to penetrate his air space –a barely perceptible flare evident in his nostrils– she sighed then looked at his monitor.
“You know,” she said, turning back to Wyatt, “‘adheeepgrippi’ is spelled with four ‘e’s’.”
A smile struggled upon his lips. Finally, he lowered his head and snickered before leaning back in his chair. He swept his hands back through his hair and groaned, defeated. He sighed, “I’m trying to work.”
“So was I,” Allie said, “but someone song dumped me when he walked by my office this morning. I’ve had The Weeknd’s ‘What You Need’ stuck in my head for the past two hours.”
“Wow. Two hours just from a bit of humming?” Wyatt said, impressed with himself. “I’m good.”
“Yes, just from a bit of humming,” Allie concurred. She tongued the inside of her cheek then added, “Imagine how long I’d have been distracted with a bit of a hummer.”
“Ah-h,” he exclaimed, then shook his head. “Kind of early for this sort of impropriety, isn’t it?”
Allie tapped her pursed lips with her index finger. “Shh,” she hushed, pointing around with her eyes. Wyatt’s cubicle was off in its own corner of the office, but still…
“I should file a complaint,” he said through his teeth, his voice easing to a husky whisper, “inappropriate office behaviour and all that.”
“Oh, absolutely.” Allie nodded as her fingers drifted up and down through the part along the collar of her blouse. “You should add harassment of a subordinate.”
“Noted.” Wyatt picked up a pen and started writing. He raised an eye back up toward Allie. “How do you spell ‘subordinate’ again?”
“W-Y-A-T-T,” she replied, not missing a beat. Damn, everything was just coming at the snap of the fingers this morning.
He smirked, removed his glasses and rubbed the edge of his open mouth with the tip of one of its arms. “Right. So I guess I should lodge this complaint to my manager?”
Allie was momentarily distracted by the grin on his parted lips and the little spark at the corner of his eye. Shaking off her stupor, she replied. “Correct. Come to my office and lodge anytime.”
Wyatt leaned back on his chair, folding his hands on his stomach. “What if I have a lot to lodge?”
“Lodge as much as you want.”
“Sometimes I just have these urges to lodge real bad.”
“I can handle it,” she replied with a dainty waggle of her shoulders. She managed to sound and look like she was cool, despite the thrilling little charge that had been working its way up from her hips, through her gut, and in her throat.
“Lots of comprehensive and deep lodging,” Wyatt continued, leaning forward, his tone deepening.
She moved her face closer to his. “I’d want the full details…”
“Lengthy… hard… stiff lodging.’’
“Nothing short of intensive, uncompromising, unbridled lodging. I insist.”
The two of them paused, staring each other for an extended few seconds. Then they sputtered chuckling aloud before catching themselves. It felt like a relief valve was released within Allie’s chest.
Still shaking as she tried to stifle her giggles, she again tapped her finger on her lips, scanning around the office.
“You’re so much trouble, you know?” she whispered, wiping moisture from the edge of her eyes. “I could get fired.”
“I’ll be right behind you in the unemployment line,” Wyatt said, bumping up his brows.
Allie bit her lip as she paused to regard his cheeky grin and his sly wink. She really had to stop. “Seriously, though. I’ve had that song just going on an on in my head.”
“Quite the suggestive song to have locked in one’s brain in the morning,” Wyatt admitted.
“Nothing suggestive about it. The song should come with a warning: do not listen unless you have a condom on hand,” she said.
“Or on another appendage.”
“Try to concentrate on spreadsheets with that going through your head.”
“Sorry,” Wyatt replied. He shrugged. “I literally just walked by your door. Didn’t think you noticed me.”
Truthfully, Allie couldn’t admit how attuned she was to Wyatt’s presence. A concrete wall could have been between them and he would still be registering on her radar.
“Hmm, maybe you have some sort of subliminal influence,” she remarked.
He nodded and said, “Those hypnosis lessons must be paying off.”
Allie rolled her eyes and giggled, “Yeah. Right. Hypnosis.”
Wyatt cocked a brow and smiled.
“Wait,” she said, pushing her fingers against his shoulder, “You are kidding, right?”
He continued to look back without a word, grinning, and shook his head.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those weird guys who learns hypnosis just to control people?”
He looked up and away, shrugging. “It’s a hobby.”
Allie peered at him, suspicious yet admittedly piqued. “Like… to seduce women?”
“No. I’m not a creep, for God’s sake,” he scoffed.
“Uh huh.”
“More like trying to help people relax a bit, not be so uptight or self-conscious.”
“Release their inhibitions?”
Wyatt nodded. “Just go after what they want without reservation.”
Allie crossed her arms. “So you do want to seduce women?” she joked.
“I wouldn’t say I have that sort of skill.”
“Oh, poor little Wyatt. Are you trying to make friends and influence people?” she teased.
“Yeah, spread my influence,” he said with a toothy smile.
Allie rolled her lips inward as she regarded him. She did enjoy him saying the word ‘spread’ for some reason. “So, for real?” she asked. “You can hypnotize people?”
He continued to play coy. “Influence,” he repeated, “I need a willing volunteer, someone who’s susceptible to my, um, suggestion?”
Her lips shunted aside.
“Know anyone like that?” he asked.
She struck a sceptical eye on him then gave her head a little shake. She was almost sucked into his rabbit hole right up to her toes. “I call bullshit. You’re totally shitting me.”
Wyatt shrugged and turned back to his computer. “Okay.”
As he resumed typing, she watched him carefully, thinking. She felt silly to do so, but asked anyway, “Show me.”
He looked up. “What, here? Now? With you?”
“Yeah. Do me.” Oh, how long had she waited for the opportunity to work that two-word sentence into a casual conversation with him.
He peered at her and said, “Probably not the best time.”
“Am I going to start squawking like a chicken trying to lay an egg on the floor?”
“Not unless you subconsciously want to be a chicken,” he replied, adding, “No. Just… not the right setting.”
A twinge of disappointment doused the tickle of excitement that swelled within her. She pouted her lip and sighed. “Fine,” she said, sliding off the desk. She adjusted her skirt. “I knew it. Bullshit.”
“Bye, Allie,” Wyatt said with a grin and a wave.
As she walked away, she heard Wyatt humming ‘What You Need’ again. She looked back at him and silently gave him the finger as she returned to her office.
After she returned to her office, Allie still wasn’t very productive. It wasn’t just because of the same song running through her head. Wyatt had taken up residence in her mind for a long while prior to his song dump.
Almost from the moment they first met when he started at the office a month ago, he was a distraction she admittedly indulged in like a drug. Maybe it was because she was still riding on a high of dumping her old boyfriend and being promoted to a department manager within the same week, the feeling of empowerment taking hold.
Then along came Wyatt, the first fresh, new staff to be assigned under her management. He took to the role of her Boy Friday perfectly with gusto to spare. Young, handsome, devilishly confident but boyishly playful, he just inserted himself into her presence, splicing like electrified tendrils into her brain –among other parts of her body– igniting her erogenous zone. Any semblance of responsible, professional thoughts of Wyatt being in her charge at work soon gave way to rampant fantasies of him being her shiny, sweaty plaything in bed.
After little nibbles here and there with mildly suggestive jokes and comments, the flirting quickly progressed from zero to ten within a couple of weeks. She was practically wearing a path in the carpet between her office and his cubicle with the number of trips she would make to get her daily hit of Wyatt. The only thing they barely managed to do was keep the volume down and avoid notice and even that was becoming a challenge. Allie realized she needed an outlet to release her urges quick if she were to avoid jumping him on his desk mid-day.
She wasn’t kidding before. The way things were going between them, she was sure she was going to end up with a pink slip for her behavior with a coworker, let alone a subordinate. From being promoted to a manager to being fired two months later would not look good on a resume.
Allie smirked. If she did get fired over Wyatt, it’d be better be for nothing short of being caught fucking him in the conference room to be worth it.
To the rhythm of her ticking wall clock, she tapped the Space key on her keyboard mindlessly over and over. Her leg, crossed over the knee of the other, bounced anxiously beneath her desk.
She was just about to stand up and make another trip to his cubicle when an email notice popped up on her screen. She clicked.
From: wyatt.k
To: allison.s
Subject: Seeking susceptible mind
Third floor. Leave in five minutes.
Allie looked up and over her monitor. Wyatt walked past her door, still humming the damn song like the Pied Piper leading the kids astray into the forbidden forest.
Five minutes later –to the second– she stood up and left.
Allie stepped out of the elevator onto the third floor. She made a left and when she arrived at the glass doors to the office, she tapped her fob on the security panel. It surprised her that it still worked — a beep and a click later, she was through.
She walked warily into the quiet, vacated office. The lights were off on the entire floor so everything in the space was in muted colour tones under the glow of daylight through the windows. It had been months since the company consolidated departments –everyone left on the third floor moved to the fifth– but there was still a cluster of boxes and supplies piled up on the floor, desks and cabinets.
Allie stood alone for a moment in the abandoned office looking around. She called out quietly, “Wyatt?”
Silence.
She was about to call him on her cell phone before suddenly feeling a tap on her shoulder and jumped, yelping. She turned, clutching her chest. “God! Wyatt!”
How did he manage to sneak up on her like that?
He smiled crookedly. “I guess I should hum?”
Allie clucked her tongue and motioned to slap him on the arm but he caught her by the wrist. For a moment she glared her narrowed green eyes on his. Then she looked at her wrist in his hand and watched as his thumb rubbed softly on her skin. She wasn’t sure if that was to placate her.
“Glad you could make it,” he said.
“Yeah? So what are we doing here?” she asked. She pinched her lower lip in her teeth in anticipation.
Wyatt nodded aside. “C’mon.”
He led her to the door of a storage closet.
Allie frowned. He was being particularly cautious, it seemed. Nonetheless, she didn’t comment and followed him inside, shuffling quickly on the toes of her shoes.
The small room was also just as cluttered as the office outside, mostly with stacks of papers that added to the muffled, confined atmosphere once Wyatt closed the door. A couple of fluorescent light bars flickered on overhead.
Allie faced him, standing just a couple feet apart in the cosy space. She inhaled his masculine scent, noting that their intimate proximity had her heart racing. She held her hands behind her back, twisting her fingers together as she asked as calmly as possible, “So… what are we up to?”
Wyatt removed his glasses and rolled up his sleeves. “Now I turn you into a chicken.”
Her jaw slipped. “Uh, what?”
Wyatt tapped his cellphone. A single, gentle chime –like a fairy ringing a tiny bell– sounded. Ting. He set the phone down on a shelf.
He held out a hand, palm up, and waited. The chiming continued.
After pausing for a second, she placed her hand on his.
“Keep looking at me,” he said with a soothing, assured voice. “Just keep your eyes on mine the entire time.”
For Allie, that was easy an easy task. She locked her pupils onto his steady gaze.
He placed his other hand on top of hers, wrapping her hand in his palms. The tips of his long fingers beneath her hand barely stroked against the soft skin at her wrist. It reminded her of when they first met, shaking hands, his fingers touching her wrist in just the right way. She swore he was gauging her pulse, or more like stimulating it.
“Don’t say anything,” he said. “Stay still. Listen to the chime.”
Ting.
Allie counted in her head. The chime from his phone was sounding every ten seconds.
Wyatt continued, “Let your eyelids lower slowly. Feel their weight, like someone was drawing them down like window blinds. They will be closed by the third chime.”
Allie was doing everything she could not to laugh out loud in his face. She felt absolutely ridiculous and actually felt a little bad for Wyatt seeing how seriously he was taking this. She didn’t want to disappoint him though, and she also found the whole thing irresistible. She could listen to him speak to her with his smooth and comforting as pudding voice all day, or at least until she finally seized the opportunity to go down on him.
He continued to hold her hand, applying gentle pressure on her wrist with his fingertips. A tantalizing warmth rushed through her. Half a minute later, her eyes were completely closed.
“Listen to your breathing in your head,” he continued. “Feel your chest rise and fall. Relax.”
Allie wobbled a bit in her heels, but aside from her unsteadiness with her eyes being shut, she didn’t feel any different. Still, she was determined to keep up with the facade that this was actually working and relaxed her face, affecting a compliant, passive expression.
Wyatt continued to speak to her softly between the chime of his phone. After a while, he asked, “Allie?”
“Mm?” she replied dreamily, continuing to play along with her eyes shut.
“Do you still feel me holding you?”
Allie felt him remove his hands from hers. Ah, she recalled from magic shows how this worked. She replied “Yes” and continued to hold her hand up, suspending it between them like a puppy offering a paw.
“Do my hands feel warm?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to place your hand on my chest, over my heart.”
She hoped he didn’t notice the little quiver on the edge of her lip and obediently followed his lead. Her hand flattened against his chest. It required some restraint on her part not to dig her nails into the firm pec she felt behind his shirt.
“Feel my heartbeat?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied with a sleepy hush.
“Count aloud to ten with each beat.”
This was too good, Allie thought. She droned, “One… two… three… four… “
By the time she got to ten, her hand felt so warm and she was really unsteady from the beat of her own heart pounding within.
“I’m going to ask you to open your eyes in a moment,” Wyatt said, “When you do, you won’t be thinking about work, or the time, or what you’re going to eat for lunch, or anything, alright?’
“Yes.”
The phone chimed. Ting.
“You’ll just be focused on one thing. One solitary pinpoint, okay?”
“Yes.”
Ting.
“Just the one thing you want.”
“Yes.”
Ting.
“Right here… ”
“Yes.”
Ting.
“Right now… ”
Allie drew a deep breath.
The phone chimed three more times.
“Open your eyes.”
Ting.
She opened her eyes. White light filled her sight for a moment, but she fought off the urge to squint. Wyatt came into focus. As she looked at him, a smile eased across her lips. She knew his ‘hypnosis’ didn’t work, but she wasn’t about to call bullshit on him again…
“So… what do you want, Allie?” he asked.
… not right now, anyway.
Maintaining the trance act, she remained mute and deliberate, no sudden moves, her expression set. Eyes on him, her hand slowly slid up his chest, up his neck to the side of his face. She caressed his cheek and chin, before pushing her fingers through his soft hair, around the back of his neck.
With a steady, guiding hand she drew his face forward. Both their lips were parted before they even came together in a burn-it-all-down kiss. With each shift of their heads and fold of their lips, she applied a little more pressure. Her tongue slid in, skimming across his bottom lip, slipping deep into his mouth. When his tongue pushed forward she sucked like a baby upon his tip, trapping it between her lips.
She felt assured hands slide heavily around her waist to her back, diving down and enveloping her butt. She fell against him as he cinched her in, leaning hard upon his chest. One foot planted between his on the floor, she drew her other leg up along his hip, hiking the hem of her skirt. She welcomed the wanton massage of his hand upon her exposed thigh.
As they continued to kiss, Allie purred into his mouth, announcing with feral sounds how hungry she was for him, how ready she was for him. She rolled her hips and rubbed her body demandingly against his, indulging in the sensation of a compelling nudge from within his slacks against her thigh.
Within seconds of the lustful cajoling, she felt the lengthy, rigid outline of his shaft press into her. As they continued to crush their lips and twist their tongues together, she dropped her hand between them, stroking her palm up and down his hardening cock.
“What do you want, Allie?”
Allie pulled away from Wyatt’s mouth with one last suck upon his bottom lip. She kissed his chin, his neck. As she moved down, she dragged her lips against his chest, not caring about the marks her red lipstick left on his shirt. She eased herself down to her knees, the hem of her tight skirt riding high above her thighs. With her lips, she traced the outline of his cock along the crotch of his pants.
Wyatt steadied himself, feet apart, as she worked apart his belt buckle with deft but determined fingers. She had never been so primed for a man’s cock, so urgently in need to see it, feel it, indulge in it. As she parted his fly and slipped the waistband of his underwear down, she wasn’t disappointed. He was thick and long –a real handful– and it hung heavily before her approving eyes.
Allie didn’t look up despite her impulse to watch Wyatt’s expression as she gathered his length. She remained determined to stay focused on the job at hand. Raising his cock, she slipped her moist tongue up and down under his length from his tip to his sack, over and over. She wrapped her lips over his sack, sucking it with vulgar slurps, coating his balls with her slick saliva. Holding him in her mouth, she hummed seductively, vibrating his sensitive genitals and eliciting a strained, “Oh, God,” from her subordinate.
“Let that sensation stay in his head for the next two hours!” she thought impishly.
She enjoyed the touch of his strong fingers as they sifted through the fine strands of her hair as she continued to suck and lick his skin, making her way back up to his tip. She skirted her tongue around the wide head before she finally sank her mouth over him. She listened to the sound of his breaths wavering as he loosed a shuddering gasp.
His stiff tip prodded against her tongue and palate and cheek as Allie took in as much as she could, pushing her mouth forward till he butted up against the top of her throat. She paused with eyes closed, holding him there, feeling him throb and twitch and nudge ever deeper. Her pulse was racing, and she could feel the pulse of the veins along her neck as her body craved for air. Just as she sensed the tears well up along the edge of eyelids, she moved her head back, pulling off of him with a sucking gasp from deep within her throat.
She groaned aloud, gulping in air. A stretch of saliva swung from her mouth to Wyatt’s dripping cock. Her eyes flared open as her head leaned back, her chin up. For a moment, she glimpsed him looking back at her, his face red, his mouth open, just as engrossed in her actions as she was. He had to support himself against the shelves at his back.
Damn, she was good, she thought to herself, but managed to maintain the trance act, fighting the urge to swear and moan with lustful desire. After licking her lips and wiping her chin, she refocused, took a breath, and dropped her gaping mouth upon him again.
As her hand pumped steadily at the bottom of his length, smearing her saliva up and down his hard cock, she bobbed her head back and forth with a deliberate zeal. The almost graceful rhythm was betrayed by the squelching, laboured sounds of her greedy sucks and slurps that filled the little room.
Wyatt’s fingers slipped through her hair again. She felt him tangle a bunch in his clutch as his hips pushed forward, filling her mouth with fervent, brutish thrusts. She accepted the challenge with relish, anticipating each forceful shove of his cock.
Allie revelled in his taste, his length, his hardness. She dragged his tip all along the inside of her mouth and against her tongue. She gulped and wheezed, panting aloud whenever his thick head wasn’t stuffed against her throat, her desperate moans spurring him on for more. She soaked in Wyatt’s gasps of gratification. Her whole body tingled –her nipples tightening, her pussy weeping– as she fast approached sensory overload. She would just inhale his entire length if she could.
Just as the hooks of lustful delirium began to claw deep into her brain, the rude sound of a cell phone alarm suddenly erupted, the bitterness of the interruption heightened by the tight confines.
“Allie,” Wyatt gasped.
She continued to stroke him with her mouth even as his grip on her hair eased.
“Allie,” he repeated, breathless. “Stop.”
She couldn’t believe he had the resolve to actually ask this of her, to desist from the oral attention she was giving to his dripping shaft. Then again, she couldn’t wait for what he had in mind next. She applied more pressure with a final hard suck, then reared her head back, letting his heavy muscle slip past her lips.
Wyatt helped her back to her feet. As he held her hand, she leaned forward, pressing her lips over his. Her free hand still stroked his shaft below.
“Allie,” Wyatt mumbled between her incessant kisses. “Allie. You’re going to stop and step back.”
Allie paused in mid-pucker and stroke. From the sound of his voice, it was obvious Wyatt was still in ‘master hypnotist’ mode, but this was not what she was expecting to hear him say.
For a moment, she thought about just ignoring him, but instead did as she was told and stepped back, continuing to play along. The only trouble she had was that breaking away from the kissing wasn’t as hard as releasing her grip on his cock.
Standing upright and still, she continued to allow him to hold her hand.
“Listen to the chime,” he instructed.
Allie was suddenly reminded that the little bell from his cellphone had been sounding all along.
“Your eyelids will drop steadily until they’re closed by the third chime.”
Within moments, her eyes were closed once more.
“Steady breaths.”
Again, a swaddling warmth seemed to take hold of her as she felt his gentle fingertips stroke at the veins and nerves beneath the soft skin of her wrist. She swayed in her heels. Her breathing seemed to echo in her head.
There seemed to be a long pause before he spoke again. Allie lost count of the chime and started to feel a little impatient.
Then Wyatt finally said, “I’ll count to three and you will open your eyes. You’ll remember nothing. Alright?”
“Yes, master,” she droned like a zombie with pouty lips. She couldn’t help herself, swept up in giddy excitement. She suddenly had to choke back a giggle.
“Allie?” Wyatt asked suspiciously.
“Yes, master?” she asked, still affecting a pout. Her illusion had cracked, though.
“You’re faking, aren’t you?”
Allie peeked at him with one eye. Catching his frown, she managed to hold it in for a few seconds more before snickering then bursting with a loud laugh. She lowered her head, shaking it as she leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders.
“Alright. Alright. I guess it didn’t work?” Wyatt asked.
“Nope,” she answered, looking up with a broad smile.
“And you were just playing along?”
“Yep. Sorry ‘David Copperfield’,” she giggled, “your bag of tricks is empty. I guess this girl just isn’t as susceptible to your… ah… influence as you thought, huh?”
Wyatt rolled his eyes.
“Oh, but was that a problem? Were the results not up to your expectations?” she asked. She reached up and ran a fingertip along his bottom lip.
“No problem.” He flashed her an unusually satisfied grin for a guy who had just experienced an exhausting blowjob without a climax to top it off. Allie wasn’t sure if she should have been impressed or taken aback by how unfettered he appeared to be.
“Too bad,” she shrugged, “I was hoping you would have another complaint to lodge.”
“Is it possible to lodge a compliment?”
“Absolutely, ‘master’. Anything you want. You can bend me to your will, remember?” Allie leaned in for another kiss, ready for the next round. “Now influence me to fuck you.”
She was prepared to test how long they could go before anyone misses them back at the office.
“I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes with the Accounting managers,” Wyatt said.
“Really?” Allie replied, blinking, with her lips pressed upon his.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said regretfully.
She stood back, disappointed, but resigned. She didn’t want him to get into trouble, nor herself for that matter. So she watched as Wyatt zipped up his pants and fixed his shirt. She helped him reset by combing her fingers through his hair and patting down stray strands.
“You go ahead,” she said, nodding. “I’ll follow in a couple of minutes.”
He winked and turned to the door.
“Hey, Wyatt,” Allie said.
He looked back at her.
She grinned and angled an eyebrow upward, and continued, “Better luck next time.”
Wyatt matched her telling grin with one of his own and gave her a kiss. She patted his butt as he left.
Allie remained in the room, adjusting her skirt, pantyhose and hair. She fanned herself with her hands, taking a moment to allow the flushed feeling to subside, but she was actually a little surprised at how calm she felt, relaxed… satisfied. For some reason, despite the abrupt halt to the proceedings, she didn’t feel as agitated as she thought she would. Good for her for showing some restraint.
As she prepared to leave, she suddenly heard a little chime. Ting.
Allie paused with a curious frown knitting her brow. Her eyes looked left and right. The chime was as clear as before, even though Wyatt had left with his phone.
“Hmm,” she remarked. Eventually, she shrugged it off.
As she was about to leave the storage room, her cell phone rang. She checked it. It was another co-worker, Jessica. She took a deep breath.
“Hello, Jessica,” she answered, switching on her professional mode, “What can I do for you?”
“Hey, are you still joining us for lunch?”
Allie frowned. “Yeah, sure. Still on.”
“So where are you?” Jessica asked, “We’re all waiting. Do you want us to order for you?”
Her frown deepened. “What do you mean? I thought we were meeting at the restaurant at 12:30?”
“It’s almost 1:00.”
Allie shook the confused fuzz out of her head and said, “It can’t be. It’s not even twelve… “
She checked her phone. 12:50.
“Uhh…” She was at a loss, certain that it was just a few minutes after 11:00 when she had met Wyatt on the third floor. They couldn’t have been gone for more than twenty or thirty minutes.
“Allie? Still there?”
Slack-jawed as the fog slowly lifted, she suddenly blurted, “I’ll call you back.”
Her hand dropped limp to her side as she stared ahead dumbfounded, her mind mired in too many questions and nonsensical answers. She was about to bolt from the room when she abruptly paused. Blinking, she shifted her hips hesitantly.
“What… ?” she muttered in disbelief.
Like a little school girl, she quickly raised her skirt and checked underneath.
“Oh my God,” she eeked.
Immediately, she called Wyatt.
“You!” she snapped. “First of all, how the hell did you do that?”
Before he could answer, she narrowed her eyes and added with a wicked grin, “Secondly… where are my panties?”
