A real smile formed on my lips. “You’re so smart, you know that?”
Jordan sat up straight, lifting his chin high. “And don’t you forget it.”
•
When I made it back to my office, I found a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on my desk. The large vase was full of delicate white roses; the outer edges of the petals were a fascinating shade of blue. I’d never seen anything like it. In a word, they were stunning. The card tucked into them had my name scrolled on the front, so I quickly pulled it out and flipped it open.
Princess,
I’m looking forward to our time together. In the interest of showing your acceptance, please put your apartment key in my top desk drawer. You will find mine in your desk. At five thirty, I expect you to go straight to my apartment, strip, and wait by the door until I arrive.
Justin
Merely reading the note had me giddy about the prospect of being Justin’s submissive for the next two weeks. I guess I needed to get used to calling him Master Parker for the time being. It would likely make things easier.
After opening my top drawer to find the key Master Parker had referred to, along with a tag with the number fifty-seven on it, I then took my apartment key and placed it in his top drawer. I was taking my seat at my desk when Ben returned from lunch. After asking if he needed me to make afternoon coffee and being told he was good, I got to work going through emails. My inbox was flooded with messages from team members answering questions about the next quarterly meeting. The main request I received was that the bosses include all the team members for at least one session, not only managers. It was a great idea, but I would have to consider the costs before I presented it to my bosses.
For some reason, I was rejuvenated now that I had something to focus on, which had me putting forth a little more effort in everything I did. Rather than passing the random questions over to one of my bosses, I started seeking answers on my own. Sure, some of them I couldn’t answer, so I forwarded them to the appropriate person. However, I was able to field a lot more than usual, making calls to get more details and offering my assistance as needed.
•
At five thirty, I quickly packed up my things and headed up to Master Parker’s apartment. Using the key he gave me, I let myself in. The second I stepped inside, I was overwhelmed with curiosity, wanting to know more about him by getting a peek into his private space.
Having to hold back that part of myself was far more difficult than I thought. I had to read and reread his note over and over again to keep from getting up from my kneeling position in front of the door. I wanted to traipse through his space, to know how he functioned, what he liked, what he ate. I had no idea why I was so overwhelmed with this need.
However, I was happy that I did manage to remain where I was, naked and kneeling by the door. When I heard the key in the lock, my heart skipped a beat or two. I managed to perfect my position when he stepped inside and breathed a sigh of relief when he placed his hand on my head and asked me to stand and greet him.
“Princess,” he said, sliding his thumb over my lips. “I’m impressed.”
It was as though he knew what was rattling around in my brain.
“Thank you, Master Parker.”
He placed a suitcase down near the door. I glanced at it and it finally registered that it was my suitcase. I smiled to myself, realizing that was the reason he’d asked for my apartment key. The same key he passed over to me with a smirk on his face.
“Are you hungry?”
I nodded. “Would you like me to make something?”
Master Parker began undoing his tie as he walked toward the kitchen. “Unnecessary, but thank you for offering. However, you’re welcome to join me while I cook.”
Smiling, I followed him into the kitchen, trying not to be modest about my nakedness, although it wasn’t easy.
“Wow,” I said in awe. “This is…really nice.”
The kitchen was state of the art with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. The cabinets were dark cherry Shaker and modern in design. It was similar to the design of his office.
While he rolled up his sleeves, Master Parker peered into the refrigerator. I took a seat at the island bar, watching him intently.
“Any allergies?” he asked, glancing back at me over his shoulder.
“Nope.”
“Good.”
He proceeded to pull out several ingredients: chicken, broccoli, snap peas, baby corn, and a few other things I couldn’t identify.
