Forced Pearl Tasting in Break Room - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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I practically flew home after work, my skin still buzzing from the day's events. The second I locked my apartment door, I made a beeline for the shower.
Ryan's face kept flashing behind my eyelids—especially that intense moment in the break room. Just remembering it sent liquid heat pooling low in my stomach.
The shower spray hit my skin like a thousand tiny fingertips, mimicking how Ryan's hands had gripped me earlier. I bit my lip hard enough to leave marks.
"Mmm...God..."
I cranked the water to its hottest setting and stood there until my fingers pruned, letting the steam scald away some of the tension coiling inside me.
My phone lit up just as I was toweling off. One message from Ryan:
"You did well today. We'll continue tomorrow."
A shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the AC. Was this anticipation? Dread? Whatever it was, it had me squirming.
That night, Ryan starred in my dreams—tangled sheets, sweat-slicked skin, and hours of exhausting, mind-blowing friction. When I woke up gasping at 3 AM, the damp spot between my thighs didn't surprise me one bit.
I picked out my black lace set with extra care that morning and spent twenty minutes perfecting my winged eyeliner.
"You're...chipper today," Liam remarked when I arrived at the bubble tea shop. He leaned across the counter, lowering his voice. "So what's the deal with our boss anyway?"
I popped a bubble with my tongue. "Pays better than my last gig. And let's be real—the view isn't terrible."
Liam's eyebrows shot up. He opened his mouth, seemed to think better of it, and just shook his head as he clocked out.
The shop was dead until 5 PM when Ryan materialized from the break room like some kind of sexy ghost.
"Close up."
I blinked at the clock. "It's still rush hour."
He tossed something red at my chest. The scrap of fabric unfolded into a skirt that would make a stripper blush. My face burned just holding it.
"Taste testing. Now."
My fingers tightened around the ridiculous garment. "Ryan, this crosses like six lines."
For half a second, his expression went arctic. Then came the kill shot:
"Five hundred a day. Take it or walk."
My throat went dry. That was rent money. Groceries for weeks. The number made my pulse hammer against my collarbone.
"...Fine."
How bad could it really be? Yesterday was just pearl tasting, right?
The bathroom mirror showed exactly how ridiculous I looked—pale skin flushed pink, curves barely contained by crimson fabric that barely qualified as clothing.
Ryan's gaze turned predatory when I emerged.
"Perfect," he murmured, dark eyes dragging over every inch. "Now get on the bed."
Ryan's face kept flashing behind my eyelids—especially that intense moment in the break room. Just remembering it sent liquid heat pooling low in my stomach.
The shower spray hit my skin like a thousand tiny fingertips, mimicking how Ryan's hands had gripped me earlier. I bit my lip hard enough to leave marks.
"Mmm...God..."
I cranked the water to its hottest setting and stood there until my fingers pruned, letting the steam scald away some of the tension coiling inside me.
My phone lit up just as I was toweling off. One message from Ryan:
"You did well today. We'll continue tomorrow."
A shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the AC. Was this anticipation? Dread? Whatever it was, it had me squirming.
That night, Ryan starred in my dreams—tangled sheets, sweat-slicked skin, and hours of exhausting, mind-blowing friction. When I woke up gasping at 3 AM, the damp spot between my thighs didn't surprise me one bit.
I picked out my black lace set with extra care that morning and spent twenty minutes perfecting my winged eyeliner.
"You're...chipper today," Liam remarked when I arrived at the bubble tea shop. He leaned across the counter, lowering his voice. "So what's the deal with our boss anyway?"
I popped a bubble with my tongue. "Pays better than my last gig. And let's be real—the view isn't terrible."
Liam's eyebrows shot up. He opened his mouth, seemed to think better of it, and just shook his head as he clocked out.
The shop was dead until 5 PM when Ryan materialized from the break room like some kind of sexy ghost.
"Close up."
I blinked at the clock. "It's still rush hour."
He tossed something red at my chest. The scrap of fabric unfolded into a skirt that would make a stripper blush. My face burned just holding it.
"Taste testing. Now."
My fingers tightened around the ridiculous garment. "Ryan, this crosses like six lines."
For half a second, his expression went arctic. Then came the kill shot:
"Five hundred a day. Take it or walk."
My throat went dry. That was rent money. Groceries for weeks. The number made my pulse hammer against my collarbone.
"...Fine."
How bad could it really be? Yesterday was just pearl tasting, right?
The bathroom mirror showed exactly how ridiculous I looked—pale skin flushed pink, curves barely contained by crimson fabric that barely qualified as clothing.
Ryan's gaze turned predatory when I emerged.
"Perfect," he murmured, dark eyes dragging over every inch. "Now get on the bed."
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