Brazen

VICTORIA

“You called for me.” I tried to steady my breathing as I reminded myself to call him Mr. Belrose.

“Could you get Mr. Palmer and me some coffee?”

My wide eyes darted from Henry to Drake, and I almost choked when I spotted Drake’s shit-eating grin once he turned to me.

“Three sugars and a creamer, please. I like my coffee as sweet as I am.”

I held back my urge to roll my eyes as I turned to get their coffee.

The rest of the morning went by as usual, and even though Mr. Belrose had threatened to fire me yesterday, it seemed like he was willing to keep me around today.

I mean, I wouldn’t blame him for firing me if he had, but I sure would miss out on the expressions he held on his face when he read my messages.

By lunchtime, I had agreed to meet Drake downstairs, and when I saw him, I made a fist and hit him as hard as I could in the arm.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for?” His frown as he rubbed his arm was enough to satisfy me. We made our way over to the line for burgers.

“You scared the shit out of me earlier! You didn’t…tell him anything, did you?”

“You think I’m a snitch? I was just making conversation with him to feel things out and see if he suspects anything. I’m helping you, ungrateful child.” We inched forward.

“Thanks, 007. What did you find out?”

“Well, I—”

“Excuse me, sir.” I spoke loudly as I turned around to face the man whose hand was feeling up my ass a second ago. “I hope you enjoy touching my ass as much as I’ll enjoy suing yours for harassment.”

“I didn’t touch you…,” he denied, turning to his friend. “I never touched her!”

“Oh? So those weren’t five of your slimy fingers squeezing my cheek?” I inched closer to him, daring him to speak against my word.

“Dude, just admit it. You look damn guilty right now. Apologize.” Drake tried to pull me back by the arm, but I stood my ground.

“Fine. Sorry,” he muttered.

“What was that?” I asked loudly, dramatically placing a hand by my ear.

“I’m sorry!” His tone was filled with irritation, and that filled me with delight.

“For what?” I glared at him with a devious smile.

“For feeling you up, okay?” He walked away, losing his spot in line.

I turned around with a smile on my lips and a buzzing feeling under my skin. I used to deal with sleazebags all the time, and this feeling was so familiar. I was elated that I could somehow find comfort in this new job.

***

“Hello?” I answered my phone as I got a call from Drake at eleven in the evening. I was in the middle of my Criminal Minds binge when he suddenly called me.

“Heyyyy…it’s Victoria’s Secret!” His slurring was enough for me to assume how many shots he had taken. He seemed to be talking to someone else. “Do you wanna know her secret?”

“Drake!” I yelled into the phone right as I heard some mild shuffling.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Who is this?” I asked the deep-voiced stranger.

“I just want to give him a ride home, but he wants me to take him to you. Can I just get an address?”

I raised a brow, tilting my head as I questioned, “And you didn’t try checking his ID for an address?”

“He wouldn’t let me.”

I pursed my lips, pausing to consider. Then, with a groan, I gave him my address.

Within ten minutes, I heard a knock on the door.

“This is where you live?” Drake slurred obnoxiously as he stumbled across my tiny living room and face-planted onto my couch.

“It’s nice,” he mumbled as he grabbed a teddy bear that was sitting on the side table and squeezed it against his chest.

I stood there, appalled, and it wasn’t until he started snoring that I began to head to bed, locking the bedroom door just in case. I mean, I trusted the guy, but I’d only known him for a week.

***

“Hello?” I spoke into the phone, answering Henry’s call on Snapchat.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey, handsome.” I bit my lower lip as my smile widened.

“How was your day?”

“You were texting me literally every few minutes all day. You know how my day was.” I rolled my eyes as I lay back on my bed and tucked my phone under my cheek.

I closed my eyes as he told me his various thoughts from earlier today, and I allowed myself to ease into the smoothness of his deep voice.

“Vicky…”

“Hmm?” I opened my eyes, surprised by the sudden sultry touch to his tone.

“I miss the feeling of your skin…”

“I know. I liked the way you held me and how hard you fucked me.”

I turned my head to hide my face in my pillow.

Did I just say that? To Mr. Belrose? Geez, I can’t even fathom saying that to him in person.

I heard him groan, and the sound made me squeeze my thighs together.

God, even his voice gets me wet…

“We could do it again…” The promise in his voice drove me wild.

“What would you do to me?” I asked, breathless.

“Well, I’d make you cum, like you came that day,” he said simply as if it were an easy task. I’ve dated my fair share of shitty lovers.

“Yes, but how?” I urged him with a sensual tone. My god, what is happening to me?

“I’m going to hold you down and fuck you until you can’t even walk, but before I do that, I’m going in between your thighs to have a nice wet meal.”

“Oh…” I swallowed my dry throat and tried to come up with the words to respond, but I was so taken by his plans that all I could do was stare at my wall with wide eyes.

“And I expect you to squirm, pressing your thighs together to shy away from my tongue, but guess what?”

“What?” I was barely audible.

“Pressing your thighs together will only make my tongue go deeper. I can’t wait for you to cum in my mouth.” And with that, he released a pained sigh as if he were ready to burst.

It made me hot and bothered, but just as I was about to let my hand slip between my legs, I heard him call for me. “Babe?”

“Yes?” I blushed at the name he just called me and decided to mock it. “Babe?”

“I’m gonna be honest…”

He paused, and I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he spoke.

“I just really want to kiss you again.”

The flame of lust in me smoldered into something slower, something deeper. He sounded so unexpectedly sweet that he transformed the thoughts of a wild fuck in my mind to the sensual act of making love.

“Oh, Henry…” I sighed, the longing obvious in my voice.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began. “You know that party last time? Where we met?”

I nodded, then realized that he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”

“If I have one of those again, would you come?”

I froze. The hope in his voice caused an ache in my heart.

Would I come?

Obviously, I wanted to see him again. I wanted to be in his arms, to feel his body against mine, to be completely and utterly his ~for the night.~

But I’d be going as Vicky, not ~Victoria.

“Vicky?” he asked. I flinched at the name. For some reason, the sound of it felt like it was wrapped in barbed wire.

If I met him again, he might recognize me. I could lose my job. The career that I had worked so hard for, slaved away at school for, would be over before it even began. I’d have to go back to Rob and deal with groping sleaze bags and peddle drugs.

Would I risk everything for another passionate night with Henry?

With my boss?