Page 11 of High Rise Secrets

I nod and leave her standing there to go collect my stuff. I toss on my t-shirt and jeans, hang up my wig, and leave through the back door. The club will be open for another few hours, but the other girls can take care of it. I want to go lie down and figure out how I’m going to fix the potential mess I’ve created.

There has to be a way I can get it on the books at the company, or somehow give him the information without getting caught. I’ll figure it out. I just need a bit of time to do it.

* * *

Monday morningand I still haven’t figured out a damn thing. I email Bill in accounting first thing to see if Ethan has reached out to him. The only plan I have is to try to convince him to tell Ethan there is something on the books. When I arrive, though, he’s already in Ethan’s office.

Shit.

Bill comes out of his office a few minutes later and nods in my direction.

“Bill, is everything okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, he’s just looking into a few things. I told him I’d have some answers for him this afternoon.”

“Is it about the membership?”

He stops mid-step and turns to look at me, his mouth turned down in a frown. “What membership?”

I resist the urge to drop my face into my hands and shake my head. Could this get any worse? I’m going to give myself away without even realizing it. “Never mind. He had asked me a question this weekend, but I didn’t have an answer for him. I assumed he was asking you about it.”

“No, he was asking me to run some numbers in regards to purchasing a company. Wanted to find out what kind of budget he’s working with.”

“Ms. Snyder,” Ethan calls from the doorway and beckons me with his finger. “A word, please?”

I stand, smooth out my skirt, and enter the lion’s den.

Chapter 6

Ethan

I’ve been going crazy since this weekend between not getting any, trying to unravel the mystery about my dues, and the conversation with my dad. I thought Ember would have helped with one of my problems, possibly two, but instead, she sent me on my way. And there was something so damn familiar about her. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s like I’ve been in her presence lately.

Addison sashays into my office, the skirt moving around her hips. My eyes crawl over her form—her shapely legs, petite waist, and perfect breasts. Everything about this woman drives me crazy. She stands at the ready, her tablet in hand. Such a good worker.My good girl.Every time I’m in the room with her alone, my mind wanders.

I was able to keep my thoughts at bay for so long, but the longer I work with her, the more I want to be inside her. I want to fuck my assistant, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Unless I move her out of the position.

“Do you like being my assistant?”

She blinks at me twice, not expecting the question, and takes a deep breath. “It’s challenging at times, but yes. I enjoy the job.”

“Why?” I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for her response.

She shrugs, but I see the confusion all over her face. Her eyebrows are drawn tight, and her perfect lips are turned down in a frown. “It’s busy. Your calendar is a lot to handle, but I like to prove I can do anything. I like to prove it to myself, as well as to you.”

My lips twitch in a smirk. “Good girl,” I whisper.

She lowers her eyes, and a blush covers her cheeks and neck. “Thank you... Sir.” She whispers the last word. I stalk over to her, encroaching on her space. She takes a small step back from me, and I grab her wrist, holding her in place.

I lean down, my lips pressed against her ear, and whisper, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I’ve been watching her for some time, even though she doesn’t have a clue. When I’m close, her breathing changes. And not because she’s scared of me, either. She wants me. I know she does. I just have to find a way to get her to act upon her desires.

She turns her head a fraction, my lips now almost against her cheek. “What do I do to you?” Her words are breathless, and I can almost hear her heart banging against her ribs.

“You turn me on so fucking much, I want to bend you over my desk, lift your skirt, and fuck you senseless.” I take her hand and place it over my throbbing cock, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.

She whimpers and bites her lip. “Why haven’t you then, Sir?”

She clears her throat. “Mr. Freeman? Are you okay?”