Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 5

Lincoln

When she spins around, her nipples are hard, poking out.

“Come over here.” The coffee cups are sitting on one corner of my desk. She sits down in the chair in

front of my desk.

“What do you need, sir?” She looks like I’m going to pull out an iron maiden or something.

“I want to talk to you about your emails.”

“What emails?” I can see her pulse pick up in her throat.

“The ones that you’ve been sending to your best friend, Kelly.”

Her face gets a little paler. “I can’t…you haven’t…did you read them?”

“I did.”

If possible, she grows even more pale.

“I can explain.”

I motion for her to continue. Her hand goes to twirl a curl around her finger. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I just…I can’t…”

I stand up and put a finger on her lips.

“I read all of them.”

Instead of going pale, her face flushes. I smile slowly, even though I know she’s deeply embarrassed. I

sit back in my chair.

“Are you going to tell my dad?” she squeaks. “Please, please don’t.”

“Hush, sweetheart. That’s not what I had in mind.”

“Then why am I here?” She turns to look at the locked door. “And why is the door locked?”

“Do you know how stringent the sexual harassment policies are here?”

“No.” She turns back to look at me.

“They’re very strict. I made them myself. My mother was sexually harassed by her boss for decades,

and I swore that it would never happen in any company that I was the head of. Not on my watch.”

She nods. “Protecting women. I get it.”

“And that’s the reason why we can’t act on your little fantasies. Like the one where I pin you against the

wall and make you come even when you tell me to stop.”

“You read that?!” she squeaks. “I haven’t even sent that one yet.”

“I read them all, the ones you sent and the ones that are drafts. They’re all on your corporate email, so

you have no reasonable expectation of privacy. You’re very imaginative, Camilla.” My tongue caresses

her name.

“What’s going to happen now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I stood up. “I want you to take off your skirt.”

“But I…but you just said…sexual harassment policies…”

“Now, Camilla.”