“Ahh!” Taylor said, thrusting her hands over her ears and looking past Evie at Oakley with panic and disgust all over her face. “I have to…” Dropping one hand, Taylor backed away, fumbling behind her for the handle. “I have to go throw up.”
Spinning around, the blonde ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. Yes. This couldn’t be going any better. Her satisfaction was probably written on her face as she turned to sigh at Oakley.
“I’d still do her,” Evie said and shrugged.
“I think that’s… unlikely to happen.”
Oakley returned to his desk and Evie felt the world sink back onto its axis, exactly where she wanted it. “Oh well,” she said, heading for her purse to drop the flogger back inside. “I guess my work here is done. Your sister is traumatized, your b***r is gone, and your emp
