Wrong Number

by R. L. Kenderson

  Or maybe Leslie had been right, and he thought today was how I always dressed. I had only gotten two more comments on my look that morning, so I could have been freaking myself out when I first got to work.

  “We’re good,” one of the members of our team said.

  “My replacement didn’t give you a hard time? No complaints?”

  We all shook our heads. We’d barely seen the woman.

  “She was pretty much in her office the whole time,” Patrick said as he walked up to join us.

  “Hmm,” Cal said with a frown.

  He didn’t look happy, and I suddenly felt the need to defend the woman, especially from Patrick. “But everything ran smoothly. And I think someone on another team asked to speak with her, and the temp didn’t turn her away.”

  Take that, Patrick. He really hated any woman in power.

  “That’s good, I suppose,” Cal said almost to himself. He looked at the eight of us. “Please let me know if you need anything from me. I’m sorry I had to leave for a week right after I just started, but I hope to not have to go back to Chicago for quite some time.”

  “It’s no problem. We understand,” someone said.

  “Are we going to see you at the Halloween party?” Patrick asked.

  Leslie and I exchanged looks and rolled our eyes. Our direct supervisor not only disliked women, but he was also the biggest brownnoser when it came to males in charge. What he didn’t understand was that his ass-kissing was so obvious that anyone and everyone knew he wasn’t being sincere.

  At least, most of us knew. Someone had promoted him to supervisor years ago, but that was before Polly and I had started here. It had been the guy in charge before Polly. I didn’t know what had ever happened to him.

  Cal smiled. “I plan to be there.”

  “Are you going to dress up?” Leslie asked. “We have costume contests every year. We have a couples contest and a singles contest, so you’d better bring your A game.”

  Cal chuckled. “I heard some rumors floating around about that. I have something in mind, but I don’t know if it’s worth winning a prize. What is the prize usually?”

  “A hundred dollars out of the manager’s pocket,” I joked.

  Patrick looked horrified and then shot daggers at me.

  I ignored him. If he only knew the things I’d done with our boss, Patrick would have a coronary.

  Cal threw his head back and laughed. I resisted the urge to shoot Patrick an I told you so look.

  I looked over to see Leslie holding back what I had to assume was the biggest laugh.

  Cal pointed a finger at me. “That’s pretty funny. And if you win, I’ll give you that hundred bucks.”

  “She was joking,” Patrick said.

  Duh, asshole. Cal obviously knows that.

  “The real prizes are a dinner for two at a restaurant of their choice for the couples and a fifty-dollar gift card to the store of their choice for the singles costume winner.” Patrick smirked. “My wife and I have won the last three years.”

  As much as I did not like my boss, he and his wife did come up with some cool-ass costumes. Last year, they’d gone as two halves of an avocado, which might not have been that cool, except Patrick’s wife had been pregnant so her belly was the pit. Because of that, everyone had voted for them. Even me.

  “Ah. Well then, I can’t wait to see what you come up with this year.”

  “We won’t disappoint you, sir,” Patrick said way too eagerly.

  Cal frowned. “It’s Cal.”

  I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. I was sure Cal could see that Patrick was only calling him sir to be a kiss-ass—unlike Keith, who did it on principle. But Keith never kissed anyone’s ass. Not even his bosses’, which was actually what made him a good assistant. He told it like it was and didn’t sugarcoat anything.

  Patrick laughed nervously. “Right. Cal. Sorry.”

  Cal smiled politely. “No need to be sorry. Just a friendly reminder.” He turned to the team. “Thanks for the talk, everyone.” He looked at me. “Indy, may I have a word with you?”

  His tone was serious, and I couldn’t deny that I was worried. I had back-talked to my supervisor in a roundabout way when I defended Cal’s temp. I hoped I wasn’t in trouble.

  “Yes, of course.”

  Cal nodded and headed toward his office.

  I shot a quick uh-oh look at Leslie and followed him.

  Even though Cal and I had slept together, I didn’t think I was above getting into trouble. Cal gave the impression that he was a fair and nice boss until you crossed him.

  As we reached his office, he held out his arm for me to go inside ahead of him. I didn’t say anything as he entered and closed the door behind us. I always cringed in movies or TV when people gave things away because they assumed they knew what the other person was going to say.

  No way. Not this gal. I wasn’t saying anything until I knew what this impromptu meeting was about.

  But then Cal had to leave me hanging by not saying anything. He went around to his desk and sat down. He looked at me, sweeping an arm out to the two chairs sitting in front of his desk. “Sit, please.”

  I turned my head to take a quick peek out the window to see if anyone was watching, only to realize that the shades were drawn. I hadn’t even noticed because I was so nervous as we walked in here.

  I took a seat, crossed my legs, and folded my hands in my lap.

  Cal leaned back and steepled his fingers by his mouth. “Because of our inclusive … relationship, I feel like I can trust you to tell me the truth without bias. Is this true?”

  I wasn’t going to lie. “I will try my best to be objective. But if we’re being honest, I am only human, and all humans have biases. Even the ones who claim they don’t. But I will tell you the truth.”

  He nodded and dropped his hands. “Understood.”

  I waited for him to say more, but he almost looked like he was lost in thought.

  Finally, he said, “You don’t like Patrick Mullen, do you?”

  “Uh …”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “Remember, you promised to be truthful.”

  “Okay.” I took a deep breath. “No, I don’t like him. He’s a misogynistic asshole, and how he ever got to be a supervisor, I will never know. I have more knowledge about this job in my one pinkie finger than he does in his whole body.”

  I’d just had to open my big mouth. I could have said a simple no, but I’d had to go on a rant instead.

  “Are you suggesting that you be the supervisor?”

  I curled my lip. “God, no. I do not want that responsibility. I like my colleagues, but I do not want to be the one in charge of them.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” I rolled my eyes. “I always hate those questions on our yearly reviews. Where do you see yourself in five years? Why can’t I say, Here, right where I am? I make good money, it challenges me, but I don’t get so stressed out that I need to be on blood pressure meds. Besides, you need people like me to do the work. If we all became supervisors, most of us would have to leave the company because there weren’t enough spots to fill.” I stopped and took a deep breath.

  And if I wasn’t mistaken, it looked like Cal was trying not to laugh at me. “You bring up some very good points.”

  “Thank you, I guess. Does this mean I won’t get in trouble when I leave that question blank on my next review?”

  “I think it’s best you fill it out so that it shows you’re a good employee and so there is always a record of that.”

  “Okay, fine.” I’d do it, but I wouldn’t like it.

  Cal sat forward. “Anyway, going back to Patrick, you said he’s a misogynist. Why do you say that?”

  “He doesn’t like women in charge. He hated Polly even though she was a great boss. And the only reason he complained about the temp is because she was a woman.”

  Cal nodded, but I wasn’t sure if he believed me.

  “And then, with you, he kisses your
ass.”

  “Yeah, I noticed that.”

  “And do you know why?”

  “Why?”

  “Because you have a penis.”

  Cal lifted his brow.

  “Sorry. My dad is always telling me I’m too much of a feminist. I disagree, but just in case you think the same thing, I wanted you to know that you’re not the only one.”

  “Hmm,” he said with the hint of a smile.

  “Hmm?” I narrowed my eyes. “Hmm what?”

  “You’re a feminist, but you don’t want to be the boss.”

  “Cal, I expected better of you.”

  He looked surprised but also amused.

  “Being a feminist is about equality and having choices. I just so happen to choose to keep my current position. But if I ever change my mind, I want to know that I could choose to move up in the company. Or if I get married and have kids, I could choose to be a stay-at-home mom. Or I could choose to start my own business.”

  Cal held up his hand with a smile. “I get it.”

  “Sorry,” I said again.

  Cal stood and walked around to my side. He leaned back against his desk. “Someone woke up on the fiery side of the bed today.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Huh?”

  He laughed. “You’re full of fire today.”

  “I am?”

  “You are. Such strong opinions. I like it.”

  He picked up my hand and drew me into a standing position. He pulled me close, so my breasts were touching his chest.

  He took a deep breath as I felt his cock brush my pelvis.

  “I do want to talk more about this Patrick situation, but right now, I want to tell you that this outfit is also on fire.”

  “It is?”

  “Oh, yes. This red blouse has been killing me all morning, and all I want to do is take it off you.” He slid his hand up my leg. “This too. I can hardly get my work done, thinking about you naked.”

  “Does this mean you’ll fire me if I don’t let you?” I joked.

  Cal leaned in and sucked on my collarbone. “Never.”

  “In that case, I think you should do what you’ve been wanting to do. We wouldn’t want your work to suffer.”

  He kissed up my neck until he reached my mouth. “No, we wouldn’t, now would we?”

  Eighteen

  Cal

  “Are you okay with this?” I asked Indy as I slid higher up on the outside of her leg.

  “Mmhmm.” She wrapped her hands around my neck. “Just don’t mess up my hair or my lipstick; otherwise, everyone will know something happened.”

  I chuckled. “Hair and lipstick. Got it.” I squeezed her ass and traced the seam of her panties until I reached the apex of her thighs. “Open.”

  Indy spread her legs, and I cupped her over her underwear.

  “Already wet.” I slipped my fingers over the material blocking me from her and pulled until I felt them give with a rip.

  She gasped. “What did you do that for?”

  “You said, don’t mess up your hair or your lipstick. You never said anything about panties.”

  “I guess I’ll have to be more specific next time.”

  “You do that,” I said and pushed two fingers deep inside her.

  “Ah, fuck.”

  “Okay?”

  “Better than okay.”

  I used my other hand to flick open her blouse by a couple of buttons, pulled a bra cup down, and sucked a nipple into my mouth.

  She moaned.

  I released the hardened bud with a pop. “Shh,” I said next to her ear. “People are right outside. They might hear you.”

  I heard her teeth clamp shut, and she nodded her head.

  I pulled her rosebud tip into my mouth again as her pussy coated my hand, and suddenly, I was cursing myself.

  I hadn’t had sex in almost two weeks. Funny how I had gone months before this, but now, two weeks felt like an eternity.

  I should not have started anything with Indy in my office, but my cock had wanted attention and wanted it now. I’d thought I would be able to bring her to orgasm and then go back to work, but it looked like I might have to go into my private bathroom and give my persistent dick some special attention.

  I moved on to Indy’s other nipple when she reached for my fly. I was about to stop her, but she moved so fast that my cock was in her hand before I could react.

  I groaned into her chest as she stroked me. I was going to let myself enjoy her touch for a good twenty seconds, and then I was going to call a halt to this thing.

  I straightened, kissing her on the temple. “You need to stop.”

  “Why? Your body doesn’t feel like it wants me to stop.” She emphasized her claim with a squeeze that had me cursing.

  “The thing is, if I come, you and I are going to be covered in a mess that’s going to be hard to clean up or cover up.”

  “Hmm … you have a point.”

  “Unfortunately, I do.”

  She licked the bottom of my ear. “Do you have a condom?”

  I groaned and laughed at the same time. “I can see how you would think that because of the first time we met, but believe it or not, I don’t have condoms at work.”

  “Do you have any diseases I need to worry about?”

  I frowned. “No.”

  Indy managed to turn us around, which wasn’t too hard because she had her hand on my dick still, and pushed me onto one of the chairs in front of my desk.

  My hand slid from her body as hers did from mine. I wasn’t sure which one made me more disappointed.

  Indy reached behind herself, and I heard a zipper before her skirt fell off her hips. She caught it with the grace of a woman who’d done this a million times and stepped out of it. “We wouldn’t want this to get any more wrinkled than it already is,” she said as she laid it out on my desk.

  She stood now in a half-buttoned red blouse and a pair of ripped black panties. I reached for her to pull her in between my legs as I yanked what was left of the flimsy material off her. Both sides snapped without much effort, and I snickered as I threw them toward the trash can next to my desk.

  I lifted her leg and put it on the back of my chair. “God, I want to eat you, but I don’t trust myself not to smell like you all day.” I pressed my fingers into her again, and she moaned. “Fuck it.” I shoved my tongue between her legs, making a beeline straight for her clit, as I rubbed her G-spot with my digits.

  Pleasuring her like this was the hottest thing I’d ever done at work, but soon, she was swaying on her feet, and I was leaking from my dick. He wanted inside Indy’s pussy, like yesterday.

  I put her leg down. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  Her eyes were at half-mast, but she managed a nod.

  “Thank fuck.”

  I unbuttoned my dress shirt, yanked my T-shirt up to my chest, and pushed down my dress pants and boxer briefs far enough that they wouldn’t get wet from her desire.

  I drew her toward me with my hands on her ass. “Come here, sweetheart. It’s time for you to get that orgasm I’ve been teasing out of you.”

  The chair had no arms, so there was no maneuvering the furniture. It was as if it had been made for fucking.

  I slowly lowered her onto my length. Even though I’d been inside her before, she’d never been on top, and we were minus the extra lubrication condoms usually provided.

  Although Indy was so wet that no additional help was needed.

  I kissed her neck as she slowly took me all the way in. “You feel amazing.”

  She sighed. “So do you.”

  She reached the end, and I held her still for a moment. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of just her and me.

  “You okay? Am I hurting you?”

  “I think if you were any bigger, I’d have turned around and run out of here.”

  I smiled. “Good thing I’m just right.” I encouraged her to move with a nudge to her hips.

  Soon, she was clutching my
shoulders as she rocked over me.

  I cupped her face in my hands. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

  She smiled. “Same. Stupid work.” She kept up the eye contact with me, but then it was like she couldn’t any longer. She dropped her forehead to mine, and her legs began to shake.

  I wrapped my hand around her dark locks, making sure not to mess it up, and tilted her head back. I peppered a few kisses over her neck and chest before I licked the middle finger of my other hand.

  I slipped the wet finger between her cheeks and rubbed her asshole as I bit down on her neck.

  A muffled scream erupted from the back of her throat as she bore down on my cock and rode out her orgasm to completion.

  My dick was hard as stone and ready to explode. From the moment she’d slid me into her, I had planned to pull her off and come on her stomach. But at the last minute, I changed my mind. I wanted to stay inside of her for as long as possible, and I wanted to know a piece of me would be with her the rest of the day.

  I let go of her neck and hair as I held her close, letting her body muffle my moans.

  When I felt the room stop spinning and my hearing returned, my office was suddenly silent.

  I pulled my head away to look at Indy’s face. “Are you okay?”

  She grinned at me and nodded. “This is how all Mondays should start.”

  Nineteen

  Cal

  After I helped Indy off of me, she went into my private bathroom to clean up and get dressed while I waited in my office.

  Not knowing what else to do, I pulled Indy’s ripped panties from the floor and used them to clean off my dick, so I could tuck it back in my boxer briefs and pants. I threw her underwear in the empty trash and knew I’d have to do some quick covering up around my office.

  Polly, the manager before me, had left her Keurig coffeemaker and a basket full of K-cups. I pulled a cup without even looking at the brand or flavor and put it into the coffeemaker to start it up.

  Then, I cleaned out some junk on my desk and top drawer to conceal the item of clothing in my garbage can.