Free Cinderella And Prince Dom by Sydney St.Claire Page B

a job. What about you?” She was curious about what he did.
    He grinned. “I guess I’ll become one of those rich CEO’s who plans to spend more time with his peons.
    “That would be good,” she said. “Had the CEO at my old company been more involved in the day to day running of the firm, the employees wouldn’t have dared to cheat him.”
    “You believe that?”
    “Yes. Nothing like a bit of fear from knowing the boss is watching to keep most on the straight and narrow.”
    “Most CEOs hire people to oversee the day to day operations.”
    “True, but the problem I saw was that everyone in a position of authority was too busy furthering his or her own careers to see what was going on. They all had their eyes on that coveted corner office on the top floor instead of on the daily grind. If they’d been doing their jobs, my boss would never have gotten away with the embezzling for as long as he had, let alone recruiting others. If the CEO had been more involved with each aspect of his business, then each man down the line would have been as well.
    “You may be right.”
    The music ended, and they were right next to Lucy and her dashing wolf. Remembering they weren’t to use names, she smiled. “You’re a great dancer, Red.”
    “A bit out of practice,” she replied, catching her breath. “I need to freshen up. Want to join me, Cinderella?”
    “That’s a good idea.” She glanced at her prince. He smiled and bowed. Jaimie followed Lucy out one of the doors, down the corridor, then into a large room. “Be still my beating heart,” she whispered.
    Lucy giggled and opened a door. “In here. Used to be an office or den. Owner converted it to a ladies room.”
    The main room boasted several vanities as well as a maid who was helping Rapunzel with her hair. A short hall led past several full-length mirrors and into a room with sinks and half-a-dozen stalls, each bigger than a handicap stall. She was glad, as maneuvering in her gown required some thought.
    The sound of doors opening was followed by running water and two women talking.
    “—didn’t know he was going to be here. Sure would love to be his sub.”
    “You said he didn’t take part anymore, not since his wife died.”
    “Doesn’t. First time I’ve seen him.”
    In her stall, Jaimie frowned. Her prince had lost his wife. Were they talking about her Dom?
    “Lucky Cinderella. Every woman here would love to have him for an entire weekend. Bryce Langston is one of the sexiest men alive. Rich as sin, too. Can you imagine living here all the time? Sure would love to snag him.”
    Jaimie’s jaw dropped. Had she heard right? Her prince charming was the CEO of the company she just got fired from? Couldn’t be. But suddenly, all his questions about her job made sense.
    Outside, the two women continued with their gossip.
    “Won’t happen, Bo. He’s a Dom.” The voices faded.
    Jaimie couldn’t move. She’d been tricked. Lied to. How dare he take advantage of her this way?
    “Jaimie?”
    Jaimie closed her eyes. She’d forgotten about Lucy. Her eyes flew open, and she burst out of the stall. “You knew! You knew he was my prince.”
    Lucy took her by the arm and led her into the now deserted dressing area. “Yes, I knew.”
    Pacing, unable to sit, Jaimie felt like a fool. “This is his mansion. He’s the one who put this on.”
    “Yes.”
    “Is this why you signed me up?”
    “No. You were so depressed after things didn’t work out with Mike. I wanted to show you there were men out there who could please you, that sex wasn’t boring.” She held out her hands. “I’m his personal assistant and his admin, and sometimes, he asks for my help with the organizing of the club’s events. Normally, I never know who is participating. I don’t even know the name of my own partner. Only Bryce and Glor—the Queen—have access to who attends, because they are the head Dom and Domme. Even Annie, before she lost her fight with cancer, never knew