Free Unleashing the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 by Juniper Bell Page A

goggle-eyed, standing in front of the monitor with his hand down his pants. I bent to search the bottom drawer and felt my skirt ride up the back of my thighs, up, up, until I felt nothing but air on my rear. I knew what he was seeing. Bare ass, my pussy hidden by nothing more than the tiny string of the thong.
    Standish’s hand moved faster. I watched him watch me, wiggled my butt just so, watched the effect it had on him, the way his face went slack with lust, the way his eyes bulged.
    “What are you doing?” Simon’s voice jolted me, as did the sharp slap on my ass. I jumped, feeling heat flame in my cheeks. I quickly hit the off button on my computer, but not before I saw what Simon’s spank had done to Standish.
    It had sent him off like a rocket. He bent over double as he came and came into his own fist.
    I straightened up. “Nothing. Looking for a safety pin. Look at my blouse!”
    I turned and showed Simon my missing buttons.
    “Well, that is unfortunate,” Simon drawled.
    “I thought you guys were at an early meeting.”
    “Did you?” His eyes went emerald green the way they did when he wanted me.
    “No physical contact, remember?” I whispered. “Ethan’s rules.”
    He studied me. He knew I was up to something. I knew he knew I was up to something. The truth lay between us like a thundercloud about to burst.
    “Of course. We wouldn’t want to break any of Ethan’s rules, would we?” Emphasis on the any , with a wink to remind me of last night. As if I could ever forget. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
    “And Ethan?” I managed.
    “He’ll be in later.”
    I nodded tightly.
    As he rounded the corner of my desk, he paused. “You might want these, Dana.” He fished around in a little plastic container on my desk and pulled out a handful of safety pins.
    I went into the bathroom to fasten my blouse. I heard someone go into the men’s room. It had to be Standish, probably cleaning himself up. I studied myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed pink, my black hair looked even more unruly than usual. What was I doing? I’d learned what I wanted to know, but what was the point? This wasn’t me, this spying and sneaking around.
    Time for a standoff with Standish.
    I turned on my heel and marched into the men’s bathroom. Standish was washing his hands at the sink. He let out a squeak when he saw me.
    “I’m on to you,” I said.
    “You’re…what…don’t know what you mean…” he babbled.
    “I’m not talking about you jacking off in the storeroom.”
    His face turned a clear, bright red color. “I didn’t…how did you…it wasn’t…”
    “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. As long as you tell me what I want to know.”
    He started to choke. I stepped forward to pound him on the back, but he shied away.
    “Right, no touchy. You want to watch, but not touch. You’re a peep-show guy. That’s cool. I don’t care about that. I hope I gave you a good show. Did you like it?”
    He looked desperately around the men’s room as if looking for an escape hatch or, more likely, a magic portal into another dimension.
    Then he gave up and faced me, looking shamefaced. “Yes. I…I loved it.”
    Part of me softened toward him at that moment. Maybe I was a performer at heart. I liked hearing that. But I shoved my ego aside.
    “Why have you been lying to me? To us?”
    He gaped. “Lying?”
    “You’re not from the IRS.”
    “IRS?” If anything, his face went even more purple. “I never said I was. I’m an accountant, that’s all. I was sent to sort through the problems left behind by the old accountant.”
    “Is that what she told you?”
    “Yes, of course.” Then he bonked himself on the head with the heel of his hand. Normally that gesture would have made me laugh, but I was finally getting somewhere and I wasn’t about to ruin it. “Damn it.”
    “Margo Lang didn’t want you to mention her?”
    He wrung his hands. “No, she said you all hate her. But she