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Authors: P.J. Tallis
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man of Blair’s wealth and power was dangerous. Maybe lethally dangerous. He could destroy her, and not just figuratively either.
As if she’d transmitted her thoughts to him, Blair looked up at the window from far below in the pool where he was bobbing, and waved to her. Donna didn’t wave back, but moved out of sight. Her pulse had quickened.
He knew something. She felt certain of it.
Mentally she ran through the possibilities. There’d been nobody to spy on her and Kyle and relay the information back to Blair, she felt reasonably sure. Had they left traces in the chalet? She’d washed the bedsheets herself, had cleaned the shower and the rest of the room of every trace she could find of Kyle’s blond hairs. He hadn’t worn condoms so there was nothing to incriminate them in that department.
Shit. She was going to be on tenterhooks from now on, reading meaning into Blair’s every remark, his every gesture. And he was going to string her along, she just knew it: leaking tiny details of his knowledge, a little at a time, just enough to keep her wondering and on the edge of panic. It was the kind of sadistic power game he loved.
She and Kyle would have to keep apart for a while, she decided. Should she tell him to stay away entirely? But that would surely just confirm Blair’s suspicions. No, Donna would have to maintain the appearance of a cordial employer-employee relationship with Kyle. It would be difficult for both of them, but not so difficult as being caught in the act by her husband.
She and Kyle would have to confer somehow, because she needed to rehearse the plan for next Saturday with him. Donna began to consider the options. It would have to be someplace in town where she was unlikely to be seen by anybody who knew her. The south side, probably. But now she’d have to make sure she wasn’t followed. What if Blair hired a private detective to follow her and take incriminating photos or something? She toyed with the idea of meeting Kyle at the motel he’d said he was staying at. They could get down to other things there, as well as discuss strategy. But again, what if Blair had someone on Kyle’s tail? She’d have to warn him to watch his back.
God, all of a sudden things had become a lot more complicated.
The first thing on her to-do list, Donna decided, was to buy a couple of cell phones. One for her and one for Kyle.
She threw down the stupid catalog and went to get her purse and car keys.
*
Monday morning dawned, hot as ever, and Kyle took the now-familiar journey in his pickup to the Thurgoods’ mansion. He waited for the electric gates to open, then headed down the driveway.
Donna’s call had disappointed, frustrated and, yes, scared him in equal measure. His cell phone had gone off the previous night with its Blondie “Call Me” ringtone - Donna didn’t look like Debbie Harry, exactly, but her sexiness reminded her of the singer somehow - and he’d snatched it up, eager to hear her voice.
She was worried Blair suspected they were involved somehow, and she thought it would be a good idea for them not to see each other for a while. Yes, they’d say hello, and he’d need to collect the keys to the chalet from her each time he came to clean the pool so that he could get his cleaning materials, but apart from that they couldn’t risk being seen together. That meant no sex, of course.
Christ.
He didn’t know if he could stand it. Not now, after he’d put up with blue balls thinking he could never hope to have her and had then been treated to a protracted marathon of hard fucking with her. To be told he had to back off once more... it didn’t bear thinking about.
But he had no choice. He had to go along with it. If Blair Thurgood caught them doing it, he’d go berserk. Kyle could handle himself, but he was afraid for Donna. So he’d have to content himself with memories, jacking off regularly and several times a day if necessary to keep himself from being driven
As if she’d transmitted her thoughts to him, Blair looked up at the window from far below in the pool where he was bobbing, and waved to her. Donna didn’t wave back, but moved out of sight. Her pulse had quickened.
He knew something. She felt certain of it.
Mentally she ran through the possibilities. There’d been nobody to spy on her and Kyle and relay the information back to Blair, she felt reasonably sure. Had they left traces in the chalet? She’d washed the bedsheets herself, had cleaned the shower and the rest of the room of every trace she could find of Kyle’s blond hairs. He hadn’t worn condoms so there was nothing to incriminate them in that department.
Shit. She was going to be on tenterhooks from now on, reading meaning into Blair’s every remark, his every gesture. And he was going to string her along, she just knew it: leaking tiny details of his knowledge, a little at a time, just enough to keep her wondering and on the edge of panic. It was the kind of sadistic power game he loved.
She and Kyle would have to keep apart for a while, she decided. Should she tell him to stay away entirely? But that would surely just confirm Blair’s suspicions. No, Donna would have to maintain the appearance of a cordial employer-employee relationship with Kyle. It would be difficult for both of them, but not so difficult as being caught in the act by her husband.
She and Kyle would have to confer somehow, because she needed to rehearse the plan for next Saturday with him. Donna began to consider the options. It would have to be someplace in town where she was unlikely to be seen by anybody who knew her. The south side, probably. But now she’d have to make sure she wasn’t followed. What if Blair hired a private detective to follow her and take incriminating photos or something? She toyed with the idea of meeting Kyle at the motel he’d said he was staying at. They could get down to other things there, as well as discuss strategy. But again, what if Blair had someone on Kyle’s tail? She’d have to warn him to watch his back.
God, all of a sudden things had become a lot more complicated.
The first thing on her to-do list, Donna decided, was to buy a couple of cell phones. One for her and one for Kyle.
She threw down the stupid catalog and went to get her purse and car keys.
*
Monday morning dawned, hot as ever, and Kyle took the now-familiar journey in his pickup to the Thurgoods’ mansion. He waited for the electric gates to open, then headed down the driveway.
Donna’s call had disappointed, frustrated and, yes, scared him in equal measure. His cell phone had gone off the previous night with its Blondie “Call Me” ringtone - Donna didn’t look like Debbie Harry, exactly, but her sexiness reminded her of the singer somehow - and he’d snatched it up, eager to hear her voice.
She was worried Blair suspected they were involved somehow, and she thought it would be a good idea for them not to see each other for a while. Yes, they’d say hello, and he’d need to collect the keys to the chalet from her each time he came to clean the pool so that he could get his cleaning materials, but apart from that they couldn’t risk being seen together. That meant no sex, of course.
Christ.
He didn’t know if he could stand it. Not now, after he’d put up with blue balls thinking he could never hope to have her and had then been treated to a protracted marathon of hard fucking with her. To be told he had to back off once more... it didn’t bear thinking about.
But he had no choice. He had to go along with it. If Blair Thurgood caught them doing it, he’d go berserk. Kyle could handle himself, but he was afraid for Donna. So he’d have to content himself with memories, jacking off regularly and several times a day if necessary to keep himself from being driven
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