Bedroom Bully by Harper West

1

Rebecca

Still a ball of mixed emotions,I did as Joseph asked and slipped into the private elevator.

The second the doors closed, I leaned my head against the smooth wall and exhaled. How had everything gotten so twisted so quickly? And why the hell was I enjoying it so much?

What I should’ve been—was worried.

Stressed.

Anxious.

But most definitely not excited.

Yet, the wrongness of it all did nothing to change the feelings storming through me. Flying this close to the flame was dangerous, intoxicating, and even though I knew it could only end in one way, I still wanted it.

This wasn’t like me.

I’d always been the good girl. The levelheaded one who did what was expected. What was needed. Not like my sister.

But here I was now, doing the worst possible thing, both personally and professionally, and yet I couldn’t stop myself.

Didn’t want to stop myself.

To say I felt like I had been living in another universe was a dramatic understatement. The smell of JoJo’s skin and cologne wafted up my nostrils, reminding me of his mark coursing its way through my veins. His arousal mixed with my blood. My sweat. My body. He had invaded every part of me, and despite the insurmountable issues we now faced, I couldn’t help the desire to see him again.

The truth was, there was something addictive about the recklessness of it all.

And even though I knew I should’ve driven home, quit my job, and never looked back— I did as JoJo asked and went to buy dresses.

After hitting a few shops, I finally realized I hadn’t checked my cell phone in a good while. Now, in the privacy of the dressing room, I dug my phone out of my purse.

Five missed text messages from JoJo.

Crap.

Panic and a sharp thrill gripped my throat and I quickly opened them, scanning the words with my eyes.

JoJo: My hunch was right, none of my department heads sent sensitive information to me.

JoJo: I’m going to try pulling her off to the side for a conversation.

JoJo: Maybe then, I can keep her from opening her spindly little mouth to H.R.

JoJo: Are you being a good girl, Rebecca?

JoJo: Are you doing what I asked?

I swallowedand shot back a quick reply.

Me: I am.

Only a few seconds passed before he answered.

JoJo: That’s good. I like it when you are a good girl. But I like it even more when you’re bad…

Fuck. Even a text from him could get me wet between my thighs.

Me: I’ll be off the radar for a couple of hours, but once I resurface, I’ll text you.

I grabbedmy phone and shoved it into the depths of my purse. I knew it would probably piss him off to be so short, but I needed the ball back in my court.

JoJo had a way of making me careless, and if I wanted to play with fire, I had to have some control over just how ‘burned’ I would get.

Besides, I needed a minute to process everything.

I leaned heavily against the dressing room wall and stared up at the white speckled ceiling overhead.

How the hell would he or I keep Brit silent? Was he going to threaten her? Bribe her? Seduce her?

The last thought brought a tight knot into the center of my chest.

God, I was fucked up.

The normal healthy reaction would’ve been to be grateful for his attention to be focused somewhere else. But instead, it simply made me jealous at the thought of him sexually torturing anyone but me.

There’s always an easy way out, Rebecca.

If Brit went to H.R. and reported what she had seen, I’d finally have no other choice but to be free. I knew they’d call me into their office, I could tell them all about JoJo’s harassment, and his bullshit would finally cease.

Isn’t that what I wanted?

Yes—and no.

I both loved and hated the way he treated me. And I didn’t want it to stop. At least not yet.

Maybe I’d get sick of this twisted situation soon enough, but for now, I wanted things to keep going.

“Oh, this one’s nice,” I whispered.

As I turned my ass toward the mirror in the dressing room, a smirk peeled its way across my face. JoJo had made it deafeningly clear that my curves enticed him in ways that made him crazy. And the way this dress clung to my waist made my ass look phenomenal.

To be honest, I’d never once thought that about myself. Up until this point, I’d always been the girl that poked at her curves. Jiggled her stomach in the mirror. But ever since JoJo had sank his talons into me, I found myself smiling in the mirror instead of criticizing.

“Yep, I’m getting this one,” I murmured.

Dress after dress came off the rack, and each one of them got added to the “get” pile, and by the time I had built up a stash of fifteen dresses, it was all about whittling them down. I loved all of them. Whether they clung to my tits and shoved them together for maximum cleavage, or whether the slit up the leg almost reached my hip bone, every time I put on one I imagined my boss bending me over in it.

Flipping it over my ass.

Sliding into me from behind while calling me his good little girl.

So as I stood there in the dressing room trying to dwindle the number of dresses, I knew good and well that at some point soon, JoJo would ruin them—and me.

And I couldn’t fucking wait.

* * *

Joseph

“Miss Krist!”

I watched that slimy little bitch scamper into her office before she closed the door. After talking with each of my department heads personally, I had come to the comfortable conclusion that she hadn’t come to my office with anything sensitive. All she had come to do was get in my business, and that didn’t fly in my world.

“Miss Krist, please open up,” I said as I rapped my fingers against her office door.

She cracked the door. “Mr. Ryker, I really need to get to--.”

I pushed the door open and backed her into her office. I closed it behind me and glared at her as she scrambled to get behind her desk. My eyes fell to the light blue file folder she had been carrying with her and I snatched it up.

“Well, well, let’s see what you had to bring me,” I said.

She reached out for it. “Give me that.”

I moved it away from her. “Didn’t you say it was for me, though?”

She gritted her teeth. “Sir, with all due respect--.”

I looked down at the blank pages in the folder. “Miss Krist, do you know how much trouble you’re in?”

She scoffed. “Not as much trouble as you’re going to be in when I go to H.R.”

I slapped the folder back to her desk. “And tell them what? That you barged into the owner’s office touting that you had sensitive information for him when really you had nothing? How is that going to look when you tell them what you saw? Because from where I’m standing, it simply looks like you’re jealous.”

She balked. “Jealous? Of who!?”

I clasped my hands behind my back. “I’m not sure, Miss Krist. Why else would you try to get me alone in my office only to storm out when you realized I had company?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I know you’ve been harassing her. Making her life miserable. I’ll tell them everything, too. Everything she’s told me.”

I leveled my eyes with hers. “Try it and see how far that gets you.”

Then, I walked out of her office and closed the door behind me.

“Yep, that should do it,” I whispered to myself.