13. “Oh for fucks sake, let me help you.” / 47. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”
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Rita considered herself to be a patient person, it was something she believed to be a necessity as someone in charge of training interns to work for her wedding planning company. And normally the interns she had were college students that, at the end of the day, earnestly wanted to learn (or at the very least add something to their resume and get a letter of recommendation).
Then there was Lemon, whose bratty, entitled attitude would’ve never gotten her past the preliminary interview. But her parents had made a sizable investment into Rita’s company, so not only did she overlook it, she often ended up alone with her for one-on-one experience.
They were setting up for an outdoor wedding reception. Rita had just gotten off the phone with the photographer, when she walked back to see Lemon precariously perched on one of the buffet tables, stringing up lights. “Oh for fucks sake, let me help you,” she muttered as she rushed over to her. She picked Lemon up off the table and sat her on her shoulders instead.
“I would’ve gotten it eventually,” Lemon muttered as she finished putting up the lights. She smoothed out her skirt when Rita set her down. “Anyway, now what?”
“I need to get on a quick call with the caterer, can you just sit and behave for five minutes?”
Lemon shrugged. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”
Rita blinked, caught completely off guard. Her face went red and she started to stammer. By nothing short of divine intervention, however, she was saved by her phone ringing. “Stay put,” she muttered before turning on her heel, answering her phone as she left.
When she returned, Rita realized to her chagrin that Lemon had taken her flustered reaction and ran with it. That was the only explanation she could think of to what she walked back in on.
Lemon was wiping down the buffet table, leaning all the way across instead of just moving from end to end. While by itself it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary, Rita knew she was doing it on purpose to make her little yellow skirt ride up.
And Rita wanted to scream, because how was she supposed to stay poised and professional when her intern had nearly her whole ass out? She looked, she couldn’t not look at the way the thin lace fabric suited her just right, covering just enough to keep her from being completely indecent. It took a moment for her to tear her eyes away, but once she did, she scanned the area to confirm they were still alone.
Rita slowly walked up behind Lemon, hand resting lightly on her lower back. “Are you trying to test me?”
Lemon giggled, biting down on her lip. “And what of it?”
“Oh, honey,” Rita retracted her hand, waiting a beat before it came down firmly against Lemon’s ass. “That is not a game you want to play with me.”
