Free Flashes of Me by Cynthia Sax Page A

fastens them, and then hands me my clothes as I dress, helping me zip my skirt, button my blazer, buckle my belt.
    My cute little gloves have gone missing. I don’t search too hard for them, as I can’t wear them. They’re stained yellow with his pre-cum.
    Henley cups my chin, raising my gaze to his. His eyes glow. “You’re beautiful.” He tucks a curl behind my ear. “And I am a beast. We shouldn’t have rushed this.”
    A wave of insecurity rolls over me. “Didn’t I please you?” I clasp my purse tightly.
    “You pleased me very much, too much.” His voice lowers. “I want to spend the day with you, but that’s not possible. You belong to Yen during working hours.” He opens the door. “And she’s . . . intense.”
    “And you’re not intense?” I ask as I exit. Heads turn toward us, the glass offices now filled with employees. They watch as we walk along the hallway, my hand cradled in one of Henley’s big palms.
    “I’m intense also.” He unlocks the door to the reception area.
    “I like your intensity.” I sweep through the door. Grant sits at his station, his dark eyes glittering with amusement. “Good morning, Grant.” I wave at him. “We tested the cameras in the shredding room last night.” Henley groans and presses the button for the elevator.
    Grant laughs. “You certainly did, Miss Kat. They’re working.”
    “I’m glad.” I stand by Henley, my fingers linked with his. “Security is important.” The elevator doors open.
    Henley squeezes my hand and releases me. “Don’t encourage him.” He meets my gaze, holding it until the doors close between us, severing our connection.
    He’ll watch me, I know. I glance up at the elevator’s camera and smile. He could be watching me right now, his big body relaxed and sated, his cock soft.
    I exit the elevator and wander through the legal department, wishing everyone I see a cheery good morning. Camille’s eyes widen as she sees me. She’s wearing the same cheap black suit she wore yesterday. “You do want to get fired, Purple.”
    “Today, I’m Yellow,” I announce with a grin, setting my purse on my desk.
    My new friend shakes her head, her green hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. “The dragon lady wants to see us, Yellow, and she’s not happy.”
    My smile wavers. I don’t want to make anyone unhappy. “Remember, I’m taking total responsibility for the stairwell incident,” I remind Camille. “We have to keep our stories straight.”
    “Yes. Yes. It’s your turn.” Camille moves closer to me and lowers her volume from ear splitting to mildly deafening. “Speaking of stories, I heard one about you and Mr. Henley, about how you did the nasty in the shredding room.” She nudges me with her bony elbow. “He’s a big guy. I’m surprised you can walk this morning.”
    I search Camille’s face for signs of jealousy. Her eyes glitter with humor, her expression almost gleeful. For some insane reason she doesn’t want Henley. My grin widens. “All I’ll confirm is that there are cameras everywhere.”
    Camille laughs and heads turn toward us. “That’s good information to know.” She stomps beside me as we walk to Miss Yen’s office. “What about the rumor about men and the size of their shoes?”
    “That rumor is also true,” I reply. All of Henley’s parts are as huge as his feet. Camille hoots with laughter and a thin-lipped lady hisses at us. I smother a giggle and knock on Miss Yen’s door.
    “Enter,” she barks, her tone curt. I open the door and peer cautiously inside the office. She’s standing with one of her hands on her hip and a phone cradled against her ear, her black suit clinging to her slender body.
    “No.” Our boss ignores us. “We’re not giving them that information. Due diligence is done on the company being bought, not on the purchasing company.” She taps her toes on the soft carpet, her five-inch heels sleek and stylish. “They wouldn’t be willing to lower their