What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) Read Free Page B

Yeah,
but I have a great cup of joe.
    * * *
    Sitting at my desk, I
find I can't focus today. Usually, I'm more thorough with tasks. But
today, that ass of a man has my mind rattled. Why? My boss taps my
desk and gets my attention.
    “Good morning,
sunshine, can you schedule a dinner date for me and the missus?”
    “Oooh, special
occasion, boss?”
    “No. Well, yeah,
keeping my ass out of the doghouse.”
    “Whatcha do?” I
sigh.
    “The usual. Brunch
with a beautiful client that turned into an early dinner. That may or
may not have turned into breakfast… I'm just saying.” He squints
and ducks his head.
    “Boss!” He doesn't
let me call him boss often. Only when he asks me to perform unethical
tasks. No, nothing like that. We have a respectable employer/employee
relationship. I submit all of his financial records to Corporate, run
errands, and set up meetings from time to time, and he pays me well.
I mean, it's paying the bills and for the sweet Infiniti that's
parked in the underground parking.
    Mr. Wilke is also known
as Mr. Jeff; if he weren’t my boss, I'd do him in a Hot Minneapolis
second. Mr. Wilke is the sole owner of Wilke and Foster Financial.
Mr. Foster, who was his wife's father, passed away three years ago
and left all company assets to Jeff. Mr. Wilke never removed Mr.
Foster’s name, said it was to pay homage to the Foster name.
Whatever, I have a job. THANK YOU, MR. FOSTER! My boss asks me to
pick up certain things for his not-so-secret secret meetings in
hotels. I set the suites up according to the items on his list.
Sometimes, I can't look at him the next day. Not because he's
married, but because the toys he has me staging for him would make
Milton Bradley blush in his grave. My boss is a freak, a kinky one at
that.
    I was told he had an
affair with his previous assistant, and it ended badly. Bryant was my
informant and the person to thank for this job. Bryant’s father, my
dad, and Mr. Wilke are college friends. If I wanted to know anything
about the company, Bryant was the guy. Mr. Wilke’s wife didn't mind
the infidelity; but having flaunted in her face was a different
story. Bryant said the wife came here like a hurricane and ripped the
poor woman to shreds. A lawsuit was also rumored, but it was quickly
deadened with the talk of a pay-off. Mrs. Wilke is an attractive
woman. Nice set of legs and rack, all natural, except for her tan.
Her hair is bright red like her lips. Shit, if I rolled that way, I'd
do her. The two of them are like cover models, early-forties and
healthy. I don’t understand why their marriage is the way it is.
It's crazy, but it works for them.
    Instead of decorating
the suite after work, I decide to pick up the items for Mr. Wilke's
kink night and head over to the hotel on my lunch break. I’m pretty
much done for the day, and so I can take my time to set up what he
wants.
    “Wow, I knew Mrs.
Wilke was feisty; but damn, this is kind of intimidating,” I say as
I hold up the swing contraption.
    How in the hell am I
going to get this up there? I’m so relieved this hotel receives
large donations from the Wilkes. Mr. Wilke and I make sure things are
kept very discreet. Since I usually show up at the hotel with my
collar turned up and big sunglasses, the hotel concierge never asks
questions or sees my face. They know who I am. The curious people
checking in and out of the hotel are the ones who wonder.
    As I leave the hotel, a
small part of me wants to know what goes on in the rooms I set up for
my boss. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to ask him about his
activities. I've been working for Jeff for four years and have been
setting things up for him for two. I think our employer/employee
relationship has really over-stepped that level. I wouldn't want to
know the activities with the missus, but I'd love to be a fly on the
wall with the others. Oh, and there are others.
    I like this part of my
job; it gives me a sense of freedom and accomplishment. My boss