Page 5 of Irresistible Temptation
I leaned back in my desk chair, bringing my phone with me to enjoy the show. She was tan and curvy, water dripping from her full breasts as she leaned forward. Her long blonde hair was braided down her back as she used a purple razor to shave. She seemed to be talking to herself, though I could hardly focus on what she was saying. Nor did I think the other quarter million viewers who were tuning in could.
Suddenly the phone was tumbling down, glimpse of tan skin and white bath towels and water droplets along with it. I could hear a shrill curse word and a scream before the livestream shut off abruptly. I chuckled to myself, realizing she was not intentionally putting on a show, but I was definitely entertained. My erection pressing through my slacks was a testament to that.
Disappointed I hadn’t signed on earlier, I curiously looked for the name on the livestream.
Juliet97.
I tapped the name, which brought me to her profile. I studied her small, circular picture first. Tan skin, blue eyes, pale blonde hair, and a wide smile. Hot as hell. I went on to read her bio.
Juliet.
NYC.
Paying it forward.
She lived here in New York. Interesting.
Then I did a double-take as I read where she worked. It couldn’t be possible. She was an employee at the company I was to take over today…
Chapter 3
Juliet
I glanced at my watch as my heels click clacked against the pavement. I hurriedly crossed at the crosswalk, trying to beat the blinkingwalksign, each blink urging me to go faster. It was nearly 6:30, and I could see the glass building that was my now place of work towering up ahead. I double checked the address about five times before I set out on my walk earlier to make sure I was going to the right place, but also looking for any excuse to occupy my brain from my little livestream peep show this morning. Numbers and street names were a welcomed distraction as I paced my apartment, waiting for an acceptable time to leave.
I figured being an hour and a half early was a little much, but it was better than staying in my apartment, the setting for the most mortifying moment of my life. It didn’t help that Gabriella had texted me several more times, in an attempt to make me feelbetter, but each text was just another reminder that I had been naked on the internet. We all knew that what happened on the internet stayed on the internet. I knew it would be naïve to think that the livestream ended and the video ended with it, but screen recording was a thing and I had no doubt there were several creeps on the internet who had saved the video to their spank bank…or worse.
On the start of my walk to work, my other best friend, Sadie, had called, despite me telling Gabriella to tell her I was okay. I was thankful for the call, though, because she was a little more reassuring than Gabriella. She told me that women are beautiful and are works of art, and that women have the right to put whatever they want on the internet and not be ashamed. I wasn’t so sure, but she was so convincing in her convictions that I started to believe maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Except the truth was that itwasthat bad. My cheeks still burned thinking about it.
Sadie promised she was going to spend the whole day scouring the internet, the very source of the problem, for a way to scrub the video from the worldwide web. I wasn’t sure if she would be able to do it, but if anyone was determined enough to try, it would be Sadie. I had thanked her profusely before ushering her off the phone so I could get my mind off it and get focused on my new job.
As I approached the looming glass building towering over me, I took a deep breath and straightened out the cream skirt that had ridden up slightly on the walk over. I reached for the arched metal handle and pulled the large glass door open with great effort. Stepping inside the large lobby with ceilings that seemedto go on forever above me, I turned around slowly, taking it all in.
The lobby was impressive in size with gray marble floors that matched the concrete pillars just outside. A large chandelier hung a few floors up, casting a prism of warm light across the floor. The front desk was marble, just like the floors, creating an illusion that the floors continued upward. It was also empty, making me realize I was the only one there at this hour of the morning. It was an eerie feeling, and when I finally saw another form of life round the corner, I let out a croak of a scream.
“Sorry, miss,” said the custodian with a sheepish shrug as he dusted off the front counter with a yellow rag.
I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and gave him a friendly nod. “I’msorry,” I said, feeling foolish.
“First day?” he asked knowingly.
I nodded.
“Elevators are that way,” he said, pointing his thumb to his left.
My eyes followed in that direction and landed on three elevators lining the taupe walls, their gold doors gleaming.
“Thank you,” I said, walking toward them.
I jabbed the button and realized I didn’t know what floor I was heading to. I looked back toward the lobby where the custodian continued polishing the marble countertop. He caught my eye.
“Where you headed?” asked the custodian with a hint of a smile.
“Accounting.”
“Seventeenth floor. Office is the third one on the right.”
“Thank you,” I said gratefully with a whoosh of a breath.
