In her post orgasmic haze, Isobel barely registered Tyler removing the plug from her and releasing her ankles from the spreader bar as she came attempted to steady her breathing. From her position Isobel couldn’t see Tyler’s grin as he fought for breath. Nor could she see the look of satisfaction in his eyes. “You are in so much trouble, my slut.” His voice was almost as hoarse as hers had been. “Didn’t I specifically tell you to ask me for permission to come?”
Shit! Isobel took a deep, steadying breath and willed her heart rate to slow down. “I’m sorry. But I…” Her words trailed off as he reached under her and pinched her nipple hard.
“It’s too late for ‘sorry’ or excuses, my little slut,” he chuckled wryly. “But you will have to be punished for your indiscretion.”
Isobel felt a smile of her own creep over her face. She really did like the way he punished her.
“But, right now we have work to do.” He moved away from her and stood up, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.
Isobel shook her head in a daze. She’d completely forgotten that they were at the office. Standing on shaky legs, she took the towel he passed her and mopped herself up before pulling her clothes back on.
“Tyler, can I ask you something?” It was now or never.
“Of course. You can always ask me questions, Isobel. I may not always answer them though.” He was buttoning up his shirt and missed the nervous expression on her face.
“Could we possibly go out for lunch?” She cleared her throat. “And maybe have a drink?” She knew she’d need one of those to give her a little Dutch courage before she asked him the real question.
Tyler paused before answering her. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Isobel.”
“But why not?” She really didn’t want to ask him what she needed to know while they were here at the office, but she really needed to know the answer.
“How do you think it’s going to look to everyone else if I take you out for lunch?”
“Well you’re the boss, so they couldn’t very well complain to management, now could they?” Isobel had a cheeky grin on her face that he simply couldn’t resist.
“Look, let me make a phone call, and I’ll let you know. Okay?”
She supposed that she had to be satisfied with that, she thought as they made their way back to their respective offices. And less than thirty minutes later she answered a phone call from him that had her smiling and her stomach flipping all at the same time.
“Be ready at noon. I’ll meet you at the car park elevator.” He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t have to. Isobel was getting her way.
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Chapter Eight
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At midday, Isobel grabbed her coat and purse and made her way to the elevator, riding it down to the parking lot and waited outside the door until Tyler joined her a few minutes later. Without a word being said, they walked to his car where he held the door open for her to get in first and then drove the short distance to the restaurant still in silence.
He opened the door and stood to one side to let her enter first. Always such a bloody gentleman, at least in public, she thought with just a twinge of irritation. Isobel’s thoughts were halted, however, when she looked around the restaurant. Apart from the staff, it was completely empty; not a single customer at a single table.
She looked over her shoulder at Tyler, and was about to tell him that maybe the place was closed when a member of staff came directly to him and started talking.
“Ah, Mr. James, how nice to see you again, sir.” He gestured with his hands to a table at the back of the room. “Everything has been prepared just as you instructed, sir.” He pulled out a chair for a very bemused Isobel, and continued talking as he pushed the chair in under her. Amanda will be your server today, and we have your champagne on ice all ready for you.” He smiled politely at them both as he draped a linen napkin across Isobel’s lap. “If you need anything at all, please feel free to let me know, Mr. James.” And with that he was gone.