The Devil's Looking Glass

Caught

Genevieve

I sat in the chair on the far side of the living room, staring at the Devil's window. I had finally replaced the ugly, outdated curtains that had been hanging there with new ones that were like the rest. I couldn't find the exact same set, but they were close. In my haste, I had grabbed ones that were slightly too small. There was now a six-inch gap in the middle. I could see his window from where I sat. His curtains were still closed.

Today's events played through my mind on repeat. When he had placed his lips on mine, every rational thought was ripped right out of my brain. It completely shut down and my body had taken over.

"Gah!" I screamed out loud to only myself.

I was always in control. To know that I had completely lost control like that, boggled my mind. It was like I was that 16-year-old girl, desperate for Damien, all over again.

My body reacted to his touch in a way that I had never experienced with anyone else. It was like the moment he was within reach; my v****a took over completely. She threw an 'out of order' sign inside my head, grabbed the reigns and screamed HOLD ON TIGHT!

When he had told me how wet I was, I felt ashamed. I don't even know why. Then the evidence of our little session on his pants, I wanted to die of embarrassment. Chatting about that s**t on the phone was one thing, but that was the first time I had experienced anything like that in real life. It was a very different feeling.

Damien had been my first kiss. My first make out partner. Now he was the first man to ever give me an orgasm. 

What an orgasm it was! 

Stop! Stop thinking about him!

I had ran out of there as fast as my little legs could take me. That had been four hours ago.

I looked down at the text still open on my phone.

Earl: I was sad I didn't get to say goodbye before I left. Damien told me that you had left early, not feeling well, after the news of my departure and being stuck in the elevator. I left something for you at your desk. A going away present. I will see you in a week when I am back in town. See you soon kiddo.

I hadn't opened the texts from the unknown number yet. I knew it was Damien. 7 missed calls and 8 unread texts. I took a deep breath and clicked on the text thread.

Damien: Are you okay Angel?

Damien: Tell me what happened.

Damien: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Especially now that I am your boss.

Damien: I promise, when we are in the office, I will keep my hands to myself.

Damien: I'm really worried about you. Please, Angel, pick up your phone.

Damien: Just tell me you are okay. You don't have to say anything else. My mind is thinking the worst things right now. I need to know you are alright.

Damien: Why did you ask me why I hated you? I am so confused right now.

Damien: I will be home in an hour.

The last message was sent just over an hour ago.

The sudden banging on my door caused me to drop my phone and squeal. I covered my face with my hands and stayed as still and quiet as possible. He continued to bang on the door for five minutes straight, yelling my name along with other things I couldn't understand. I sat completely still and quiet.

I didn't move for another five full minutes. I just sat there in silence with my head in my hands. 

I finally sat up.

When I looked in front of me, there was Damien, standing in his window, staring at me, his arms crossed over his chest. 

Shit.

I jumped out of my chair and ran out of the room, up the stairs, straight to my bedroom. I could hear the ringing of my phone downstairs, on the floor, where I had left it. It could stay there.

Flopping down on the bed, face first, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed. Get a grip!

Mental note: Buy new, new curtains.

***

It was now 9:00pm and the start of my night at Exotic Encounters. I was not in the mood. Not at all. But I needed the money and knew my clients were expecting me to be there.

The moment I switched my phone to available, it was ringing.

"This is Angel, tell me how I can make your exotic encounter a dream come true."

Damn. I forgot to check the caller ID.

"Angel. It's so good to hear your voice."

I scrambled for my phone, dropping it in the process. I grabbed it from the floor and flipped it over to see the name on the caller ID. Oliver.

"Oliver! You finally called!"

I slapped my hand over my face. 

Nice, Geni. Way to sound desperate.

I could hear his low chuckle and it made me want to squeal with delight. I held it in.

"I've been thinking about you, Angel."

"I've been thinking about you as well, Oliver. I was worried I wouldn't hear from you again." What was it about this guy that I felt I always had to say exactly what was on my mind?

"I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. I was..." He trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished.

"How are you, today?" He asked, his voice going softer.

I struggled to respond. It was like he knew I was having a bad day.

There was a long pause before I finally responded. "I'm doing well. Just another Monday."

I can't exactly use my clients as therapy. They pay to talk to me, not the other way around.

"Something in your voice is telling me that you aren't doing well, but if you don't want to elaborate, I will leave it be."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew he would understand.

"Anyway... I don't think you called me, to ask me how my day went, did you?" I was back to sexy Angel, purring through the line.

Another long pause. "Uh..." Did he just call to check in on me? "Tell me your happiest childhood memory."

That caught me off guard completely. Not only had no one ever asked about my life, I never divulged personal information. Talking to Oliver was different though. I wanted to tell him about myself and learn about him as well.

I went on to tell him about the trip that I had taken to Paris with my parents when I was 16. It was just the three of us. We were there for three weeks and it was the happiest time of my life. I described the entire trip in detail, laughing as I went. When I finally finished talking, I went quiet and felt a tear roll down my cheek. That trip had been only a few months before they died.

He had been listening intently, responding every so often and even asking questions. "Are you okay, Angel?"

I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and smiled weakly. "Oh yeah, Oliver, I am just fine. Why don't you tell me something about your childhood?"

I think he could tell that I needed a moment to gather myself together. He told me a story about a time that him and his mother took a road trip to Graceland. Apparently, his mother was obsessed with Elvis. Listening to his Elvis impersonations as he went, I couldn't help but start smiling and laughing again.

We continued this way, back and forth, telling stories about when we were young. The happy, the funny, even a few sad. I didn't bring up my parents though or anything after they passed away. Those were the dark times. I didn't share that with anyone, except Tammy.

I glanced down at my phone and my eyes went wide. "s**t! Oliver, we have been talking for over four hours!"

"It's okay, baby. I'm not worried about it." He said nonchalantly.

I was starting to panic. "You are about to have a MASSIVE charge on your credit card!"

"It's okay. Truly. I'm not worried."

The guilt was too much. I spoke before I even thought. "I am going to give you my private line. It's not my personal cell but it is the private line I have through a phone app. We will talk on there from now on."

He went quiet.

"Ready?"

"Are you sure, Angel?" He sounded concerned.

"I am sure. I have never given it out before, but this is why I set it up. Just in case something like this ever happened." I wasn't even sure what something like this was, but it felt right.

"Okay. If you are sure." He almost sounded relieved.

I gave him the information. "You can call or text through the app. Just add me as a contact. It will assign a phone number to you, so don't worry, you will remain anonymous."

I heard him fumbling around and suddenly my phone pinged. A text on my app from a new number.

I may abuse this.

I laughed loudly. "Alright. I guess you have it saved. I need to let you go Oliver."

He whined, "Do you have to?"

"Yes! This phone call is going to be an outrageous charge! Plus, I need to get some sleep, I work tomorrow morning."

"What do you do during the day?" He said it quietly.

"Gooood night, Oliver."

"Good night, my Angel" He said softly as I disconnected the line.

I removed the headset and stripped down to my underwear. I had already been lying in bed during our entire conversation. I marked myself as unavailable on the Exotic Encounters app, then opened my phone app.

I saved Oliver's contact and was about to exit when another message appeared.

Oliver: Thank you for the date.

I held my phone close to my chest as I fell asleep.

Damien

The drive home was excruciating. My stomach was in knots, my mind thinking the worst had happened. When I pulled into my driveway and saw her car in hers, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't even go into my house. I marched straight over to her door and started pounding. She didn't answer. I screamed her name, telling her to open the door but she didn't come.

I finally gave up and sulked back to my own house. I walked inside and went right over to the window, flinging the curtains open.

My heart skipped when I saw her. She was okay. Mostly. She was curled up in a chair, her feet tucked under her, with her head in her hands. Then the realization hit. She was hiding from me.

She looked up and our eyes met. She bolted. I fished my phone out of my pocket and called her once more. She didn't answer. f**k.

I pulled up the internet and searched the site I had found her on last time. I knew it was her. It had to be. 

Well, I didn't know for sure, but I wanted it to be her, so f*****g badly.

Angel was marked as unavailable. I went into the kitchen, keeping the tab open and made dinner, refreshing the page every few minutes. Still unavailable.

After dinner, I walked around the house, occasionally checking through the window and updating the page. I managed to get a couple more boxes put away. At 9:00pm on the nose, I refreshed and jumped. Available. I hit the call button immediately.

She answered the same way as before, but it didn't quite sound the same. She sounded sad. When she realized it was me, she truly sounded excited though and that made me smile. We chatted a bit before I got to what I really wanted to know.

"How are you, today?" I asked.

She told me she was alright, but it did not sound believable. Her sexy voice came out suddenly out of nowhere. She didn't want me asking. When she jokingly asked if I had called just to check on her, I wasn't sure what to say. That is exactly why I called.

I switched gears. "Tell me your happiest childhood memory."

After that, the conversation flowed easily. It was the best, longest conversation I had ever had. With anyone, let alone a woman. It felt like we were sitting at a restaurant, talking over dinner and drinks.

When she offered me her private line, all kinds of thoughts popped into my head. How many guys does she talk to outside of the s*x chat app? When she mentioned she had never given it out, I felt the biggest wave of relief wash over me.

We said our goodbyes, but I couldn't leave it like that. I wanted her to know that this conversation meant something to me.

She was good, though, I will give her that. Not one thing that she said to me, confirmed that it was actually MY Angel that I was talking to. I listened intently. I even tried to ask a few questions that might give something away. Nothing. She was trained well.

I laid my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes. I tried to match her voice to Geni's. They were so close but not the exact same. Maybe I was just making it up in my head.

***

It was Tuesday morning, and I was sitting at my desk. I had come into the office early. I liked to be the first one in the office. It was only 7:30am. I was rifling through the envelope that Tommy had brought to me on the second day I was in town. It contained all the information regarding current cases and upcoming cases in our firm. I had already gone over them thoroughly, but I wanted to ensure I didn't miss anything.

Without a knock, my door opened. I looked up to see a wide eyed Geni, holding a mug in her hands, frozen in place. She looked incredible. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek, professional bun at the nape of her neck. She had no makeup on except for a small amount of lip gloss. The girl didn't need makeup. Her natural beauty was astounding. She was wearing a short sleeved, grey tweed dress that came just above her knees. Even in its simplicity, it looked like a million-dollar dress on her body.

"Good morning." I said with a smile.

She walked quickly to the desk and set the mug down in front of me. "Good morning, Mr. Vanderbrooke. I wasn't expecting you to be here already." She slid the cup closer to me. "Black, one sugar, just how you like it."

I raised an eyebrow at her. She turned around without another word and walked out confidently, shutting the door behind her. Hearing her call me Mr. Vanderbrooke did all kinds of things to my body. Be professional, be professional. Those words were going to be running through my head a lot.

I stared at the coffee. How did she know how I took it? The bigger surprise though, was that she was in early. She doesn't technically clock in until 8:00am. I knew because I checked her time tracker, yet here she was at 7:40am. Interesting.

I pulled out my phone and opened the phone app. Angel had not responded again. I had woken up to a text back first thing this morning.

Angel: You're welcome. And thank you.

I had responded immediately.

Oliver: I hope you have an amazing day.

Nothing in return.

The day went quickly. Geni avoided any conversations with me that weren't work related. I noticed that she didn't take a lunch break. I knew for a fact that she doesn't get paid for her lunch breaks. I knew that it isn't because she is overloaded with work. I didn't get it.

At 5:15pm a quiet knock on the desk brought me out of my thoughts.

"Come in." I called out.

She walked in; her hands clasped in front of her. She avoided my gaze. "Is there anything you need from me before I leave for the day?"

"Why didn't you take lunch?" I had been dying to know the answer to that all afternoon.

She looked up, startled. "Oh." Her hands fidgeted. "I never take a lunch break Mr. Vanderbrooke."

"Why didn't you clock in when you arrived? Why did you wait until exactly 8:00am?" I asked.

She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, and I groaned inwardly. I knew I would see that again. Every damn time I saw that, it instantly filled me with the need to kiss her.

"I like to arrive early, to ensure Earl..." She trailed off for a moment, "Um... you, have your coffee first thing. It's important to start the day right. It has been scientifically proven to increase work productivity as well as mood."

This girl. My Angel. She was truly one in a million.

"Why didn't you leave at 5:00pm when your shift ended?" I inquired again.

Her teeth were still tugging at her lip, her hands wringing back and forth. She looked like a little schoolgirl who got caught cheating on her test. An image of her dressed in a naughty schoolgirl uniform, bent over my desk, flashed through my mind. I groaned out loud this time.

She jumped slightly, her eyes finally looking straight into mine.

"Sometimes Earl would have a couple of final things at the end of the day for me as he was finishing up. I always stay a little bit later just in case I am needed. Have I done something wrong?"

It was so strange to see this side of her. Her work mannerisms were nothing like the woman that I had come to know outside of the office. Her attitude was gone. She was simply a professional person assistant, eager to do everything right. It was in that moment that I knew she was just as hard of a worker as I was. It's not something you see often.

"You have done nothing wrong, Ms. Sanderson." I left it at that. "You may go."

She hurried out, slamming the door slightly in her rushed escape.

I laughed and shook my head.

I finished up what I was doing and left the office. I arrived home shortly past seven. I took off my shoes then walked straight into the kitchen. I was in desperate need of a drink. Every time that I saw Geni today, I had a flash of an image of her, bent over, on top of me, on her knees under my desk. Everything she said or did made me think of some new way that I needed to have her.

The first drink went down quickly, and I refilled my cup. I found myself in front of my looking glass, drink in hand. What I saw, caused me to drop my freshly poured drink onto the carpet.

There, in her chair, was my angel. Head thrown back, one hand down the front of her shorts, the other on her tit over her shirt, m**********g.