Free Missing Lynx by Fiona Quinn Page B

in a PIN. I’d have to figure out the numbers, but breaking the combination would take time. I shrank back into the shadowy corner behind an enormous jade plant. The blinding sunlight streaming through the window would help protect me from detection. I hoped Richy would spin the numbers for me to read.
    Seph Richy launched himself into his office and flung his coat across the side table. He took a seat in his leather chair behind the massive, carved ebony desk and watched the door expectantly. Moments later, a tall, well-endowed brunette followed him in. She eased the door shut behind her and leaned vampishly against it, batting her eyelashes. With a satisfied grin, she turned the lock and slithered her way over to Richy.
    Seph Richy wasn’t an attractive man by anyone’s standards. He was fat and bald with a skin condition. A road map of broken capillaries crisscrossed his bulbous red and purple nose. But that didn’t stop him from chuckling and trying to look sexy for this woman.
    “I’ve missed you, Daddy,” the brunette cooed and postured.
    “Come here and show Daddy how much.” He wiggled a fat sausage finger in a come-hither gesture. Brunette slinked over, slid her pencil skirt up to her hips, and sat her fanny on his desk. She planted her high-heeled shoes on the arms of his executive chair like she would on a gyno exam table. Richy reached over and pressed a button on his phone.
    “May I help you, sir?” a crisp voice asked.
    “Hold my calls. I’m not to be disturbed.”
    “Yes, sir,” the voice replied.
    Richy turned his attention back to Brunette. “You are a very naughty little girl. You’re not wearing panties today.”
    “No.” Brunette licked her lips and fluttered her lashes. “I heard the rumor that you were back in town, Daddy, and the thought of being with you made me so hot, I couldn’t bear to wear them.”
    Oh, gag me. This was horrible - like watching a Grade C porn-flick, bad dialogue and all.
    Richy rubbed his hands on her thighs and played with her nether regions. Brunette lay back on Richy’s desk and let him do his thing, groaning and writhing.
    Richy chuckled. “Shhh,” he said and went back to the task at hand. Brunette couldn’t seem to help herself, though. She took up her moaning again.
    I had to fight hard not to get sick to my stomach. I sank deeper into the shadows and planned strategies for getting into his briefcase instead of focusing on what was playing out in front of me.
    Richy stopped and sat up, “I said shhh. You naughty girl. You know what happens to bad little girls.”
    Brunette got off the desk. With her skirt hiked up around her waist, she leaned over Richy’s lap and got a spanking. Richy didn’t hold back, either. He left big red welts across her fanny. I was horrified. I couldn’t believe this could happen at eleven o’clock in the morning. This seemed like something that should transpire at night. After a lot of drinks. When everyone else had gone home for the day. Especially me!
    Brunette knelt on the floor with red rimmed eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy, what can I do to make you happy again?”
    “Get my lolly.”
    And she did. She pulled his wanger right out of his pants. It was tiny and thin and nauseatingly ugly, but she went to town on it anyway. Seph’s face turned an alarming shade of purple. I became genuinely afraid that he was about to have a stroke. Then what would I do?
    He pushed Brunette onto all fours and came up behind her to finish off the deed. Thankfully, they pointed away from me, and I didn’t have to watch too much more.
    They cleaned up with some tissues, giggling with satisfaction, and stuffed themselves back into their clothes. I think I deserved a raise for having to witness that. That seemed above and beyond the call of duty. Honestly.
    Richy pulled his briefcase out, set it on his desk, whirled the number, and popped the locks. I did a mental victory dance, and crossed my fingers that I’d get a chance to read the