Heidi and the Kaiser (15 page)

“You didn’t have to do that!” Heidi hissed as Kaiser pulled her down the hall.

“I didn’t have to,” he agreed, grinning. “I wanted to.”

She stopped then, throwing her arms around him, and kissing him wordless.

When they broke off, both of them breathless, she whispered the words she’d said last night, this time looking into his eyes and knowing he heard them.

“I love you, Kaiser.”

He blinked, frowning, touching her mouth with his fingers and then quickly kissing her again.

“You didn’t have to say that,” he murmured against her ear, pulling her close.

“I didn’t have to,” she agreed happily, letting him hold her so tight she could barely breathe. “I wanted to.”

“I think Paris must have been a dream.”

“He hasn’t said a word about it since you got back?” Lenny asked, incredulous.

“Nothing.” Heidi sighed, pushing the “door close” button on the elevator and crooking her cell phone against her ear. “It’s like nothing ever happened. I’m still just…

a secretary.”

“But your designs, your dresses…”

“I know!” She pouted, leaning against the back of the elevator as she rode up. “I don’t know what I expected. My own office maybe? Something. I mean, there are things to do, decisions to make…I mean, I think there are…”

Honestly, she hadn’t really thought much past the design aspect of her dresses.

The business end of the business had never really interested her.

“Well… maybe he’s got something else up his sleeve,” Lenny said, giving Kaiser the benefit of the doubt. He’d been doing that since Paris and it was driving Heidi crazy!

“He really isn’t such a bad guy, you know.”

“So you keep saying,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Has Saint Kaiser knighted you yet for your selfless deeds?”

“Hey!” He sounded genuinely hurt and she was instantly sorry and said so.

“I really do appreciate what you did,” she went on. Of course she did. Never in a million years could she have gotten into Andrea Paxton’s apartment, found her old sketchbook, and smuggled it out. But somehow, Lenny had.

And then, of course, he’d presented it to Kaiser as “proof” of Andrea’s deception.

“You better,” he mumbled. “You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through. That Andrea is a wildcat in bed. She had me—”

“Lenny!” Heidi admonished. “Please! I really don’t need the details.”

He laughed. “All right, all right.”

“Listen, I’m here, I gotta go.” She clicked “end” on her cell phone and pocketed it as the elevator doors opened. She noted the time with a sinking feeling in her belly—

nine-oh-five. She was five minutes late.

She barely had time to stash her purse under her desk before he called her.

“Heidi, come into my office.”

Standing beside his desk, she waited as he finished writing something and turned toward her.

“Get on your knees.”

Heidi sank down, head bowed, her heart hammering. What sort of punishment would this be? She felt his hand in her hair, stroking gently, and she looked up at him in wonder. He hadn’t touched her since Paris—even to punish her. What was this, then?

“We have a great deal of work to do.” His eyes were soft as he studied her face.

“And I’m afraid the way we do it is going to have to change.”

She blinked at him, giving him a puzzled look, but not speaking.

“This is where you belong, Heidi.” His hand bowed her head, easily. “We both know it.”

A lump grew in her throat, and she did, she did know. She would be on her knees for him, in front of him, worshipping him, forever if he let her. It’s all she’d ever wanted, and she wanted it even now.

When Kaiser sank to his knees beside her, Heidi gasped, her eyes growing wide.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something delicate and beautiful—a silver choker.

“I want you to wear this.”

She bowed her head, letting him put it around her neck and fasten the clasp and her heart swelled when she realized his hands were trembling.

“To remind you, and me, whenever we have to stand shoulder to shoulder and work side by side. Do you understand?”

Tears filled her eyes and she nodded, touching the collar at her throat.

“I think it’s the most important thing,” he murmured, reaching into his pocket again. “Even more important than this.”

The velvet box contained an antique platinum ring and Heidi’s tears began to fall then, making fat, wet spots on her Marc Jacob skirt.

“Kaiser?” she asked, looking at him through her tears, questioning.

“I want you to become my wife.”

It wasn’t a question. Of course it wasn’t. Kaiser didn’t ask her questions. Kaiser gave her directives. And Heidi, the girl they said would do anything, did, as always, exactly what he told her to do.

The End

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"So, seriously, what's the joke?" I asked.

She was hanging her head off the end of my bed, watching the tail end of A Charlie Brown Christmas Special upside down.

"Don't you love the way they talk? Wah, wahhh wahhhhh. Isn't that totally how you used to hear grown-ups?" She lolled her head off the corner and put her bare feet up on the wall, crossing them at the ankles.

"I still hear grown-ups that way," I snorted, pulling my t-shirt on. "Come on, Betz, give."

"Oh, this wasn't enough for you?" She teased me, opening her thighs and pointing between them. Her pussy lips were still a little swollen and they glistened. I sat next to her, my hand inevitably drawn to the wetness, rubbing the moist and slightly sticky skin with my thumb. God, she's intoxicating.

"Everything isn't about sex, you know?" I tried to sound serious, although my fingers betrayed me and slid through her slit as my cock began to throb against my thigh.

She laughed--god, I loved her laugh--it tinkled, like ice crystals forming in midair.

Rolling off the bed, she grabbed for the remote and started to flip channels. "Do you have CNN? I have to see if they're broadcasting any other signs of the apocalypse."

"Ha." I said. "Ha." She grinned up at me, sprawled naked on my floor, her hair like dark chocolate streams covering the generous swell of her breasts. "Well, if you're not gonna tell me what it's all about, I'm not opening any more of those stupid doors." I grabbed a new pair of briefs out of my top drawer, shoving the advent calendar aside to do it. It toppled toward the wall and balanced there, its first five black doors hanging askew showing five decidedly blank white spaces.

Every morning I felt like a fool, opening a new door in the hopes that this time, something would appear. I had noticed a different odor each day--first the oranges and cloves, then cinnamon, then something I couldn't identify at all, then something that smelled faintly like pumpkin pie. I joked with her on the phone that she had invented the world's first "Scratch 'N Sniff" advent calendar. She just laughed. There was a different smell today, like those red and white pinwheel peppermint candies my grandmother used to keep in her pocket to keep us quiet in church, but it didn't linger long. I was getting really tired of whatever game Betsy was playing.

"Nice ass," she commented softly. I didn't reply, tugging my jeans on. God, she pissed me off sometimes.

"Is that all I am to you?" I tossed her jeans off my bed and into her lap. Her eyes were bright, dancing, as she looked up at me, incredulous. I stopped, my jaw as slack as hers. "What the fuck?" I said softly, out loud, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. What the hell am I saying? What the hell do I care?

"I'm gonna go home." She started to get dressed. I couldn't see her face as she bent to slide her panties on. I felt bad all of a sudden and then I was pissed that I felt bad. This wasn't good at all. I watched her slide her jeans on, her back to me, her panties caught slightly in the crack of her ass. My cock jerked reactively, just seeing her bent over and sliding denim up her shapely thighs. I sat on my bed, uncertain.

"You don't have to keep opening them if you don't want to." She kissed my cheek and smiled softly before opening my bedroom door. She must have been chewing gum because she smelled like peppermint.

"There's no point!" I called after her. "It's not funny!" I heard her laugh and gritted my teeth. This wasn't gonna fly. I was done. I don't care how much she gets my dick hard, no girl is worth this kind of hassle and game-playing.

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