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I said
before putting the handset back on the cradle. A shiver of pure
steel excitement ran through me. It’d been a long time since I’d
called anyone I was sleeping with ‘sir.’ I didn’t want to admit I
missed the kinky bdsm lifestyle that Benton had been into. Then
again, Benton had taken another sub besides me. That’d been against
the ‘fucking rules.’ Still, the sexual play had been exciting and I
missed it. Carlton had no idea that I’d been into that. He
certainly never brought up any kind of sexual play. It didn’t
matter; I seriously doubted that I’d ever be bored with his
body.
    I stopped by the rest room to freshen up
before catching the elevator. As I sat down, I heard a distinct
sniffling from the stall next to me. When I exited, a short
brunette was splashing water across her face at the sinks. Her eyes
were red and splotchy. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone
else was in here,” she said still choking on her words a bit.
    “Are you okay?” I asked studying her in the
mirror.
    “I’m fine. Men just suck, that’s all.
There’s your quote for the day: men suck!” she crooned.
    I nodded in agreement. I’d cried over a few
men myself. “Surely some of them are decent, don’t you think?” I
was asking for advice more than offering a positive view.
    “No!” she shook her head vehemently. “They
all suck. Special consideration is given to Mike Sheffield for
sucking!” Her tears began again and she pressed a wadded piece of
toilet paper against her nose.
    Mike Sheffield was a Senior Partner; he was
one of Carlton’s best friends. During one of our many walks in the
park he’d explained how the three of them met at Cambridge. They’d
quickly become a pack, and there they devised a plan on moving to
New York and beginning their own firm. The threesome had stayed
close friends even through the trials of starting a business
together. Mike and Benning had both married American women, and
both already had small children. What the hell was she doing with
Mike? “Mike Sheffield, as in Sheffield, Michaud and Bell?” I asked
afraid of her answer.
    She sniffled again but nodded, “Yep. That’s
the prick. I walked into his office an hour ago, and that slut
Shelly from Taxes was sucking his fucking dick! Right in his God
damned office!”
    I calculated her words carefully; Mike was
cheating on his wife. I wonder if Carlton knows that? I turned on
the girl in a flash, “What the hell are you thinking? You don’t
come in to the bathroom and tell someone you’ve never seen before
that a Senior Partner is cheating on his wife! That’s fucking
insane; do you want to keep your job?”
    My abrupt words caught her off guard, and
she puffed up and began to say something. Suddenly she stopped and
stared at me red faced. “Jesus, you’re right! I need to shut my
mouth and do my damned job! I can’t lose this job over a couple of
sleazy nights at the Hilton!”
    I nodded in agreement, “See there? All you
have to do is change the way you think. Men aren’t worth losing
your apartment and having a glitch on your resume. You’ve worked
too hard to get here. Just let it go. Ignore him and do your
job.”
    Her arms flung around my neck, “Thank you so
much…?”
    “Liz Martin,” I answered with a smile.
    “Well thank you, Liz Martin. Are you new
here? I haven’t seen you before,” she asked now drying her face
with a paper towel.
    “I started last Monday.”
    She leaned forward and closely inspected her
eyes in the mirror, “So why are you here so late tonight, Liz? It’s
Friday after all. This building is desolate after five.”
    I paused, “Would you believe I’m heading up
to Carlton Michaud’s office?”
    The short brunette studied me carefully
through the reflection in the mirror, “Oh God! I didn’t know
Michaud did that kind of thing. I thought he was gay! Liz, you
won’t tell him will you?”
    “Oh hell no! What happens in the women’s
bathroom stays in the