Free Disrobed (The Billionaire's Secretary) by Amy Malone Page A

made a point of making an appearance at some such gathering once every few months, though she suspected that his reason for inviting her was that he didn’t like them himself. She sighed. He made important business connections at these gatherings, building a network that would help him to expand the company to his goals. She rubbed her eyes behind her glasses. For her own part, she would be grateful if she got through the evening without spilling wine on her dress.
    She heard the office phone ring as she approached Tracey’s office. She gave him a silent smile that looked askance at his picking up the receiver after hours. He responded with a wry grin. She knew what it meant. No rest for the weary. She opened the door to his private bathroom, closing it behind her while looking for the light switch at the same time. She checked her phone. It was seven in the evening on Saturday. The gala started at eight. She picked up her pace, quickly but expertly taking her dress off.
    Before going further she decided to switch to her contacts. Reaching into her purse, she took out a small blue container. Leaning closely into the mirror Felicia took a moment to look at her face. She was beautiful she realized, off-handedly. She smiled, feeling sexy turned her on but she had not time to appreciate the feeling. “And no one to appreciate it with, anyway,” she thought to herself. She removed her glasses, putting them into their pearl-colored case and into her bag. Opening her contact case, she put each contact in.
    She decided not to wear a bra. With the sinopia brown strapless evening gown she was intending to wear, it wouldn’t work anyway. Since she’d been at the office since morning, she decided to change her underwear. Pulling down her boyshorts, she noticed how good the pink satin lace fabric felt against her skin. Stepping out of them, she turned around to reach for the changing bag she had brought up with her dress.
    She froze. Whether the door had slipped open or had been opened on purpose she didn’t know, but what she did know was that the door was now open and someone was looking through. It was Tracey. 
    Their eyes met, and Felicia realized his shirt was off. Her eyes ran across his bronze, chiseled chest. She looked down at his crotch, and could see that his pants were unbuckled, but not pulled down. His boxer briefs peaked out from his zipper, pulled taut and aiming in her direction. She had seen him only once with his shirt off – in a limousine on their way to an airport. This was different.
    His look was fierce, dangerous. It was the look of a lion before it pounced. Sh e felt that the slightest move could incite him to rip the bathroom door off of its hinges and ravage her. She realized, suddenly, that that was what she wanted, but she was afraid. Reflexively, she had covered her breasts and privates with her hands, but what she really wanted was to stand up with her chest out, turn slowly around and put her hands on the marble counter, jutting her butt out as she had done while putting her contacts in and say “Take it”.
    What she ended up doing was closing the door to the bathroom and putting her back against it. She realized she was breathing fast. She took a couple of breaths. Calm down Felicia .
    “You okay in there?” Felicia was startled by Tracey’s baritone voice. Tracey was handling the situation like he did everything: directly. She chuckled. Leave it to him to refuse to let the situation be awkward.
    “I’m fine; I’ll be out in a minute.”
    “Alright. I’m going to finish changing and double check a few things. I’ll let you know when the limo arrives.”
    “Okay.”
    There was a silence. What was she doing? She should yank open the door and pull him into that bathroom. Or at least tell him that she wanted him, that he should just take her because she didn’t know how to say “yes”.
    “And Felicia?”
    She didn’t respond. She had barely been able to speak before. What had just