“Pleased to meet you.” I shake both of their hands. “May I take your coats?”
“Thank you,” Mr. Meyer states and hands me his light jacket.
He turns to the young woman in front of him who until this point has not uttered a single word or lifted her eyes from the floor. He gently unbuttons her long overcoat, slipping it down her thin arms before handing it to me. I hang the coats in the closet next to me. When I turn around and take in the young woman’s outfit in front of me I have to force myself not to say anything as my surprised eyes meet Cole’s behind her. She can’t be more than 20 or 21 years old, and is dressed in a completely see through dress that clings to her thin body. Her black lace push up bra and matching thong can be seen through the dress, neither of them do much to cover anything on her. I find myself feeling sorry for the young woman; I can’t help but want to give her a blanket or at least her jacket back to cover herself up with. Of course I don’t though, instead reminding myself that she’s here voluntarily.
“If you will follow me I will show you to the great room,” I pull myself together, thankful that Mr. Meyer does not seem to have noticed my surprise.
Cole signals to me that he is returning to the security office as I lead Mr. Meyer and Ms. Smith to the great room. Instead of sitting on the couch next to Mr. Meyer, Ms. Smith immediately kneels on the floor next to him, her eyes never leave the floor in front of her.
“Could I bother you for a cup of coffee?” he asks.
“Of course, would you like anything else?” I decide against asking Ms. Smith if she would like anything as I doubt she is permitted to answer me even if I did ask.
“No, just coffee, black,” he requests.
Hope: Interesting friend.
Garrett: Why?
Hope: Oh, just wait until you see what she is wearing.
There is no way I can describe to Garrett what she is wearing, he has to see it for himself. I make the coffee and I bring it to the great room where the young woman still has not moved from her position on the floor. When I lean over to give him the cup of coffee, Mr. Meyer’s eyes immediately go to my chest even though my buttoned shirt doesn’t show anything. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I stand and, on instinct, step away from him. His eyes continue to linger and I swear I can still feel them as I turn and walk back to the kitchen. I try to shake off the uncomfortable feeling from the way he was looking at me as I return to making the dessert for dinner. Like many other times this week, I’m thankful that Cole is in the security office right now should I need him.
“That’s it…just like that,” I hear a voice moan from the great room a little while later.
I can feel the heat rise to my face when I realize what is likely going on in the great room. I’m in the middle of preparing the chicken and potatoes to put them in the oven so I can’t leave the kitchen until it ends. I desperately try to block the sounds from my mind, instead focusing on dinner and the dessert.
“Deeper…Deeper,” he orders.
I’m pretty sure I can hear her gagging; God, I hope she doesn’t throw up in the great room. I don’t know that I could handle cleaning up someone’s vomit especially when it was caused by what I assume she is doing right now.
“If you throw up again you will be punished worse than last time,” he warns. “Take it, all of it.”
“Fuck…swallow me,” he grunts.
“Again…again…again,” he pants.
“FUCK!!” he screams a few seconds later.
I can’t believe I just had to stand here and listen to that while I was preparing dinner. At least when Mr. Meyer had his guests over for the weekend they weren’t in the next room. I’m pretty sure his brother just had the girl sucking him off in a room where anyone could have walked in. I’m counting down the hours until I can hide out in my apartment, although something tells me that won’t stop me from hearing the activities this weekend.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Williams.” Mr. Meyer, my boss, enters the kitchen a short time later.
“Good afternoon, sir,” I greet him. “Dinner will be ready by six as you requested. I’ve made a dessert as well as that will compliment dinner. I can serve it immediately following dinner or leave it in the fridge for you to have later if you would prefer.”
“Thank you,” he nods. “Just leave it in the fridge. I’m sure my guest can prepare it later for us.”
“If you change your mind please let me know,” I say as he walks out of the kitchen.
“Hi,” Garrett walks into the kitchen and smiles at me.
“How was your day?” I glance down the hallway before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Boring.” He shrugs.
“Have you seen her yet?” I whisper and he shakes his head. “I was going to bring Cole some coffee, would you like some?”
“Sure,” he agrees.
I put another mug on the tray and follow Garrett to the security office where Cole has been most of the day. Just as we are about to enter the office, Mr. Meyer and his brother head upstairs with the young woman crawling on the floor behind them attached to them with a leash that has two handles on it. Her dress hikes up so it is barely covering her ass as she climbs the stairs on her hands and knees.
“Wow,” Garrett says under his breath.
“Yeah,” I mumble.
“Cole, I’ve brought coffee for you and Garrett,” Cole looks up from the computer screen at my voice. “I’ve also brought you each a sample of the dessert I made for Mr. Meyer and his guests tonight since I had a couple extra.”
“These look delicious!” I see Cole truly smile for the first time since we’ve met.
“Thank you.” Garrett looks hungrily at the dessert.
“I’ll be in the kitchen finishing dinner if either of you need anything.” Garrett pulls up a chair next to the desk clearly diving into whatever Cole has been working on for the last couple of days.
Once I get back to the kitchen I realize that I need a new table cloth cover. They’re kept upstairs in the linen closet. While I would prefer the table cloths be kept downstairs near the dining room, Mr. Meyer has decided they belong upstairs for whatever reason. I stop at the bottom of the stairs listening to see if I can determine if Mr. Meyer and his guests are at least in a room somewhere so I don’t walk into anything in the middle of a hallway or somewhere else.
“You picked a good one, Tim,” I hear Mr. Meyer say as I reach the top of the steps.
“She still needs a little training but she has come a long way in the last few weeks,” his brother says.
“Do you think she will be ready in time?” Mr. Meyer asks.
“She will be,” his brother confirms confidently.
“You’re ready?” Mr. Meyer asks.
“Yes, we will have the usual in attendance plus a couple new ones that I have cleared,” his brother answers. “Are you still going to be able to come?”
“I’ll be there,” Mr. Meyer says firmly.
“Alone? I can’t have your security—” his brother begins.
“I’ll be there alone,” Mr. Meyer interrupts sharply.
“Slut–get over here and present yourself to your other master,” his brother commands.
I quickly rush back to the kitchen wishing I hadn’t just heard everything that I did. I make a mental note to tell Garrett what I just heard. I don’t necessarily care about where they’re going, but what I do care about is that he’s planning to ditch Garrett yet again.
“I said COUNT!” I hear a male scream from upstairs.
“Louder!” a different male voice commands, this one I think belonging to Mr. Meyer’s brother.
“Two sir,” Ms. Smith’s voice is much louder now. “Three, four…AH five!”
“Not bad, slut,” Mr. Meyer says.
“Hmmmmmmmmmm!” she yells.
“Let him hear you,” his brother commands.
“Owwwww!!” she screams.
“God…She’s a tight fucking slut!” Mr. Meyer says.
“Tell him how it feels,” his brother requests.
“It hurts…too big…Ahhhhhh!” she whimpers in obvious discomfort.
“Watch him watch me fuck you like the slut you are,” Mr. Meyer instructs. “You like him watching us—don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes sir!” she screams.
The moaning, whimpering, and screaming continues as I pull the chicken and potatoes out of the oven. I wish nothing more than to go hide out in our apartment so I don’t have to hear what is going on. If I were more confident, and planning on continuing to work here, I would suggest to Mr. Meyer that he sound proof the guest bedroom where these activities typically occur so that I didn’t have to hear it.
“Thank you for the coffee and dessert, Ms. Williams.” Cole enters the kitchen a few minutes later.
“You’re welcome.” I smile. “What did you think about the pastry? It’s a new recipe I tried, so I wasn’t sure how it would turn out. Do you—”
“It was delicious, you have nothing to worry about,” he reassures me.
“Not yet! Don’t you fucking come yet, he didn’t give you permission yet!” Mr. Meyer’s brother screams.
“I’ll see you Monday morning.” Cole’s face doesn’t change, almost as if he doesn’t hear what is going on upstairs.
“Thank you, Cole, have a nice weekend,” I manage to say before he leaves the kitchen.
“Please…please sir,” I can hear her begging. “It hurts…please I need to come.”
“No,” Mr. Meyer snaps.
“Please!” she screams.
“Take it...fucking take it,” he screams.
I hear more whimpering, but thankfully the screaming seems to have ended. Checking the time, I begin to plate dinner preparing to serve it as soon as Mr. Meyer indicates he is ready. The new table cloth and dishes are set on the dining room table; the salad is prepared and on the table while the main entrée stays warm in the oven.
“Ms. Williams, we are ready for dinner.” Mr. Meyer enters the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Yes, sir,” I nod as he walks out of the room.
Trying not to make eye contact with anyone given what I just overheard, I place the full dishes in the center of the table. Just as I’m walking back to the kitchen to get the pitchers of water, I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Ms. Smith is again kneeling on the floor, this time just behind Mr. Meyer’s chair, the leash attached around his wrist as she kneels in silence. I try to remind myself that at least based on what Garrett has told me, this is a consensual arrangement and that she should have the ability to stop things if they become too much for her.
“Will you be needing anything else?” I ask Mr. Meyer as I walk back into the dining room.
“No, I think we’re good.” He looks to his brother.
“Very good.” His brother’s eyes once again land on my chest instead of my face when he is talking to me.
“Dessert is in the fridge, preparation instructions are on the counter,” I explain before leaving the room.
Thankfully, while I’m cleaning up the kitchen the conversation in the dining room turns to sports. Not wanting to stay in the main living area any longer than I have to, I work as fast as I can to clean everything up.
“Are you almost finished?” Garrett whispers from behind me.
“Yes, I’m done.” I nod.
“Did you hear them?” he asks as soon as our apartment door shuts.
“Yes,” I grimace. “His brother also…did stuff in the great room before you arrived.”
“Where were you?” he asks.
“In the kitchen making dinner and dessert,” I answer.
“And he was right in the great room?” Garrett’s just as surprised as I was; at least Mr. Meyer would keep his guests upstairs when I was working.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“How about we go out for dinner tonight?” he suggests suddenly. “I think we both could use some time away from here.”
Chapter 33
Garrett
Monday morning came entirely too soon, as most Mondays do after Hope and I spend the weekend together. Although we see each other every day, there are often nights that we only get to talk for a little while over dinner before heading to bed because I get home from work with Mr. Meyer so late. Thankfully Hope never complains, and despite me telling her she doesn’t need to, she always waits to have dinner with me instead of eating on her own. Other than my mother and sister, I’ve never lived with a woman before, but now I can’t wait to move into our own place together.
We saw a small, two bedroom apartment yesterday that we decided to put an application in to lease. It’s only a couple of blocks from Dark Water Security and according to Luke several of the guys from the company rent apartments there. That makes me feel better knowing that if I need to go out of town for a job, someone will be close by if she needs them. Hope liked that the apartment was only a few minutes from Abby’s catering business, so it was ideal on all counts.
I’m sitting in the security office in the main apartment when Cole finds me a few minutes before I asked him to arrive.
“Morning Foxx,” he says from the doorway.
“Thank you for coming early today.” I gesture for him to take the seat next to the desk that I had set up for him.
“No problem.” He crosses the room and sits down.
“Mr. Meyer’s guests are still here this morning,” I inform him. “I expect they will leave shortly after we leave for work this morning but please keep a close eye on them. I don’t trust his brother, especially with Hope.”
“Of course,” he answers.
Cole knows that Hope and I are seeing each other or dating or whatever the hell the name is for what we’re doing. He approached me late last week inquiring about it—letting me know it was fairly obvious that we were together, but that he only wanted to confirm for protocol purposes if something happened to either of us.
“Did you have a chance to read the reports that were sent?” he asks.
“I did.” What I don’t tell him is that I read them at three this morning when I was woken up by a scene going on in the kitchen. Ms. Smith was screaming so loudly that I ran to the security cameras to make sure she was okay. I listened to them repeatedly ask her if she needed to safe word, but not once did she, despite the obvious pain she was in. I have no idea how Hope slept through it all, but somehow she was still in the same position when I finally crawled back into bed an hour later when things finally quieted down.
“You have any ideas why Mr. Meyer is funneling money to his brother?” he asks.
“No, it’s never come up. Though I’m not surprised.”
“Why not?”
“From the initial report, his brother seems to job hop yet maintains a pretty decent size apartment just outside of DC, one that he obviously can’t afford on his own. With both of their parents deceased, it’s just the two of them. Mr. Meyer probably has more money than he knows what to do with, so I imagine he’s supporting his brother with it.”
“That was what Emily and I were thinking as well,” he confirms.
“There didn’t seem to be any surprises on the background check for Timothy Meyer,” I say surprised.
“Nope, the club memberships were to be expected given what we already know about both brothers. I don’t think he’s linked to the break in. There’s nothing on the report to indicate that he needs more cash than what his brother is already providing him.”
“Agreed. So we’re back at square one.”
“Emily is looking into Toni and Suzanna,” Cole brings up an initial report on his phone. “This was the first one that she ran when you first came on board. Nothing about either woman stood out, but she’s going to dig a little deeper to see if they could be tied to the break in.”
“I thought Luke was against doing that without their knowledge?” I ask.
“Normally he is, but when clients start lying to him, all bets are off. I don’t get how he ca
n deny that anything was missing from his apartment, when we watched several large boxes be taken away in the van. Plus, he’s in violation of his contract by not informing you of his plans, not allowing you to accompany him on trips and not cooperating with our investigation. I know Luke told you that he wants to pull you from this assignment.”
“I know.” Luke and I had this very conversation last night. “I’d feel bad leaving suddenly since I told him I’d work through my notice period. I told Luke though if he fucks up again and runs off without me, I’m done.”
“Understood. For what it’s worth, I’d probably do just what you’re doing if the tables were turned.”
“I appreciate that. I’m ready to leave. You would think someone who has received threats and felt the need to hire security would at least comply with requests to ensure their own safety,” I mumble.
“They’re not usually like this.” He chuckles. “About half the people I’ve worked with will bend over backwards to do whatever I tell them if it means keeping themselves and their family safe.”
“And the other half?”
“They moan and groan about it, but ultimately comply because deep down they know it’s in their best interest. I think I only had one client in the last five years try to blow me off the way that Meyer is.”
“What happened with that one?” I’m almost afraid to ask.
“Her parents and manager threatened to take away her allowance.” He laughs. “She was a rich, preppy, high-maintenance teenage daughter of a visiting prince or something. Dark Water Security was contracted to provide security to the entire family while they were in the country for the week. Everyone complied with the rules except for her. I tried to give her some leeway since I knew she wasn’t thrilled about having a male guard assigned to her, especially after I turned down her advances.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope.” His face turns bright red. “The first time we were alone together she started flirting with me. After I got over my shock, I put a quick end to that nonsense. She was fine for a day or two, a little pissy, but she didn’t try anything. And then she lied to me and snuck out after saying she was going to take a nap in her room. It took a meeting with her parents to nip that shit in the butt right then and there. Once she heard they were going to pull her weekly allowance, which I swear was more than I earned when I first enlisted, she was suddenly more than willing to cooperate with me.”
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