Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

James

“Morning, Kirstie.”

The concierge smiles from her desk as we enter and cross the lobby. “Good morning, Mr Alexanders. Morning Charlotte.” Then she riffles through a stack on her in-tray. “Oh, Charlotte. Some mail for you. I had to sign for this one.” She offers a small padded envelope, then, clearing her throat, “Um, James…”

“I’ve not forgotten my promise, Kirstie. I’m seeing Ryan later this week on-site. I’ll make a point of allowing extra time for a chat with him.”

“Thank you.” She bobs her head, the pearl on her velvet choker bobbing with her.

Charlotte looks curiously but briefly, her attention taken by the packet. She receives very little mail.

And there’s only so many people who might send her a package…

My antennae twitching, “Why don’t we go up to my office,” I say. “Have a coffee together before we start the working day. You can open it there…”

… In privacy…

She nods, going into silent running. As we ride the elevator, she crosses her arms, then uncrosses them, then recrosses them, all the while clutching the packet.

As the doors swish open, Francis looks up from her desk. “Coffee for two, please, Francis.” And as I wave Charlotte into my office I turn back to the receptionist and hold an invisible telephone receiver to my ear, then draw a finger across my neck in a cut-your-own-throat gesture, mouthing at her silently: “Michael.”

She nods understanding and heads for her phone.

Inside the office I prise the envelope from Charlotte’s fingers, placing to one side. Then taking her by the shoulders, I turn her to face me. “I’m tempted to take it from you, open it for you and only tell you what is inside after I’ve checked it for myself. But I don’t think that would be right. However…” I lay a fingertip on her lips… “I will ask that, whatever is in there, you remember our conversation of a few days ago. Alright?”

She’s blinking too quickly. Her movements are jerky, but, “Yes, Master.”

interrupted by Francis tapping at the door, bringing in the coffee. Her eyes flick to the envelope

her, Charlotte tugs at the flap, trying to peel it open, fighting heavy-weight gum which refuses to

the envelope rips, plastic bubbles bursting with small

in, swallows, then turns it over onto my desk. A small plastic zip-bag

holding it up to the light where it spins, glimmering. It’s only perhaps an inch wide, but it’s beautifully made and, protected by the plastic, the metal

But I wait.

in two; a short, typed

come to see

to write it himself, of course,” she comments, “if he had to get someone else to send

wouldn’t. What do you want

trembling, she fumbles with the clasp of the necklace. “Would you help

the chain behind her neck, the

letter in her hand and my face, then, as I eye-point him

her registers what he is seeing and silently I pass him

touches the butterfly, sucks in her lips.

*****

And I’m not looking

years ago. She’s a lovely girl and deserves the best in life. And as a sub, she deserves the

however well-meaning, is

my spot across the conference table, I fold away plans and blueprints provided by Ryan. “That’s all fine. I’m very happy with the schematics from the technical side.

He chuckles at my expression then proffers a folder. “I just wanted to be sure you were satisfied before I gave them to

Efficient as ever…

down again. “Just give me two minutes to read

calmly as I scan

Well within budget…