Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best classic books to read TXT) 📕

to the previous slide. She wasn’t sure if because the video was in full screen mode or the remote had chosen that exact moment to stop working, but it continued to play. She stomped down off of the stage as voices rose around her, people laughing and mumbling and pointing. She pressed her lips together, her chest tight as she marched up the aisle of the auditorium and toward the AV booth at the back.

“Your only chance to survive is to leave Earth with us, where you can fulfill your true purpose among the comets.”

Despite the irritation tensing her muscles, she had to bite back a smile. As far as pranks went, it was actually kinda funny, especially as the man droned on about extraterrestrial garbage trucks coming to claim the refuse of humanity. It was funny and also a little sad that Sebastian thought these kinds of juvenile pranks would actually get a senior executive like her fired. Unlike him, she was actually good at her job.

And you didn’t get him fired, she reminded herself. That’s on him. Not you. You didn’t cause his years of poor job performance.

She pushed open the door to the AV booth and immediately closed out of the Power Point presentation, shaking her head. The corner of her mouth hitched up in a smile, but it promptly dropped away when she saw Stammler, standing with his hands on his hips, glowering at her with thunder in his eyes.

Okay, so maybe Sebastian’s prank had done more damage than she’d realized. She frowned, chewing on her lip as she made her way back down to the stage.

“What the hell was that, Kayla?” he spat at her as soon as she approached. She shot him what she hoped was a placating grin.

“Just a technical glitch. I’ll make sure to play your video when we have everyone gathered for dinner tonight. Sorry about that.” She shrugged and smiled. “You know how technology can be sometimes.”

Stammler didn’t seem convinced, his glare still firmly in place. “See that it doesn’t happen again. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I had higher expectations for this retreat than what you’ve delivered so far.”

“I’m so sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not.” And with a grunt, he turned and made his way off the stage. A few others milled about, some of them not even trying to disguise the fact that they were gossiping about her with their staring and gesturing in her direction. Her stomach hardened into an uncomfortable, cold lump, and she pulled her phone out of her bag, throwing out the only Hail Mary move she had at this point.

Kayla: Hey, Theo. I have a favor to ask you.

Theo: Sure. What’s up?

Kayla: Whatever your brother’s up to, could you please convince him to cool it? I know he’s pissed at me, but this isn’t funny anymore.

Theo: Yeah, I’ll talk to him. You okay?

Kayla: I will be once this retreat is over and I don’t have to deal with your asshole brother anymore.

Theo: I’ll call him ASAP.

Kayla: Thanks, Theo. I really appreciate it.

“Whoa, dude. This is like the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen!” said Bodhi, holding up the donkey-dick sized tube of fake flesh, wobbling it in his hand. “Ha. Floppy.”

“How many dildos have you seen?” asked Sebastian, sorting through his bags from Hanky Spanky and dropping condoms and samples of flavored lube into the retreat’s scavenger hunt prize bags.

Bodhi grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Enough to know that they modeled this one off of a freaking horse, dude.”

Laughing, Sebastian glanced over his shoulder to make sure the door to the storage room where the retreat’s scavenger hunt gift bags were being kept was still closed. He rifled through the bags, surveying the classy, normal things Kayla had filled them with. White ball caps with the Silver Stream logo on the front, earbuds, a metal water bottle, chap stick, hand sanitizer, little bags of gourmet popcorn, a phone charging cable. Sebastian had to admit, she’d done a good job with these. They were nicer than anything he’d ever been given while he worked there.

“Oh hey, check this out. Everyone had a twenty-dollar donation made in their name to the New York Food Bank,” said Bodhi, pulling out a glossy postcard embossed with the Food Bank’s logo. “That’s really cool.” He dropped the postcard back into the bag and tossed in a pair of edible underwear after it. “So what did this chick do to you?”

He was tired of rehashing the story, so he just shook his head, dropping a light-up penis necklace into the bag in front of him. “She ruined my life, man.”

Bodhi stopped what he was doing. “Really? Your life seems pretty okay to me.”

“It’s a long story and not one I want to get into right now.”

“Gotcha.” Bodhi just nodded and resumed his work. Sebastian reached into his bag and pulled out the armful of flyers he’d taken from the store, adding one to each bag. He grinned to himself, wishing he’d be there to see the look on Kayla’s face when she saw this stuff. Would she blush? Would she be disgusted?

Would she be intrigued?

His eyes skimmed down the flyer and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from imagining using every single toy and gadget he saw on Kayla. Would she like it if he fucked her while holding a vibrator against her clit until she fell apart? Would she like it if he wore a cock ring so he could last forever, living inside her, not getting enough? Or what about if he used that silky blindfold on her, teasing her until she begged…

His eyes landed on a jeweled butt plug, and just the thought of slipping that inside her, of parting those round, perfect cheeks and claiming her with something so pretty had him hard as fucking steel in a matter of seconds. He ground his teeth together to prevent a groan from escaping.

Just then, his phone started buzzing