Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive Read Free Page B

message system. “Control-F9. See?” He typed “test” in the text
field and hit send. That box came up: “ Message Sent to All Employees .”
    “Crap.”
Kelsey felt sick to her stomach. She’d sent that memo out to everyone somehow. Probably
going too fast. Typing ninety words per minute sometimes had its drawbacks.
    “Gonna have
to run a little class on this thing once we get all the bugs worked out,” Mike
mused. “Wish Mr. Pierce would let me use a system that wasn’t DOS-based. So
goddamned old fashioned. I could set up something in Linux that was far
superior.”
    It was all
Greek to her. She just knew she’d made a mistake. All she could do now was hope
it was just a little one. And that Oliver didn’t find out.
    “Thanks
again, Mike,” she said and he gave her a little wave as she went out.
    Back at her
desk, Kelsey got to work typing up some correspondence for Oliver. She hadn’t
seen him all day because he was so busy with Lockheed, but there was still a
ton to do. She did her best to concentrate on work and ignore the interoffice
message system, so it was almost noon before she logged into her message
account and found that DUX217 had messaged her:
    Go the
men’s room after everyone goes home today and leave your panties in the trash. But
first I want you to go into one of the stalls and touch yourself while you’re
wearing them. It’s your turn to come for me, Kelsey.
    Kelsey’s
heart raced and she glanced around her desk, as if someone might see her or the
words on the screen. The thought of doing what the message suggested was both
exciting and terrifying. What if someone caught her? A dull throb had begun
between her legs, a faint pulse.
    Who was
DUX217? It had to be Matt. She remembered the way he looked at her, how
he had winked and called her “doll.” He’d flirted with her before, but she’d
always assumed it was just his usual, casual way of interacting. He did that
with all the girls in the office. Maybe the stockings were magic? She smiled at
the silliness of her thought, but she was glad she’d worn them again, even if
Oliver got angry.
    Was Matt
sending these messages to her because he really thought she was sexy? Did he
really think she was going to do what he asked?
    You did
yesterday , a voice reminded her. She flushed, remembering masturbating in
front of the mirror, listening to him come. She had touched herself four times
last night, remembering it, waking again and again with the memory rushing
through her.
    She’d only
seen Matt once today, when she passed the copier, and he had winked and smiled
at her when she said “Hello,” but no more. He hadn’t even acknowledged the
stockings!
    But he’d
sent this message…
    She sat at
her desk and pulled up the interoffice message program. She hit “reply” to
DUX217, typing:
    “ If you
want me to do what you asked, then tell me who you are.” She quickly hit
the “send” button, and a blinking window popped up: “Message Sent.”
    “Kelsey.”
Oliver was standing beside her desk and she guiltily exited the message, trying
to ignore the heat between her thighs. It was the first time she’d seen him all
day. “My office.”
    He went in,
expecting her to follow, and she did—remembering her stripes only when she shut
the door behind her and saw Oliver’s glance and then double-take, his eyebrows
knitting, lips pursed into a thin line.
    “I have a
very important Lockheed meeting at two today,” he announced, sitting in his chair,
his head cocked as he looked her up and down. “You do realize that I’m running
a business here, don’t you?”
    “Y—yes.” She
fidgeted, still standing at the door, looking and feeling confused.
    “Kelsey, do
you have short-term memory issues?” He leaned back in his chair, loosening his
tie.
    “N—no.” She
could see where this was going, of course, but was helpless to stop it.
    He crooked
his finger, motioning her forward. “Then you do remember what I said about