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Her voice gets husky. “Well, I’m expecting he’ll give me a personal taste of that authority.”
“Oh you can count on it, Ms. Evans. He is not pleased that Eagle has to file with the SEC without a single member of his team available to support him.”
Madi draws in an audible breath. “I’m so sorry.” All innuendo is gone from her voice, and I’m instantly sorry I gave her a real reason for regret.
“It’s all right. He can handle it. And I can handle you. Expect punishment tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry about Eagle’s team. I can contact Genevieve and–”
“No,” I cut her off. “I said it’s handled. We’ll discuss the situation thoroughly tomorrow. Understand?”
“I went too far.”
“No. Keep testing me, Madi. I like it.”
Chapter Five
Madi
The next morning, I have a smirk on my face when Tony comes to pick me up in the limo. My vanilla latte is waiting for me, and the first sip is enough to prime me for a fantastic morning.
Expect punishment tomorrow. I wriggle in my seat. Under my work dress, my sex is warm and wet, imagining what delicious torment my boss has imagined for me today.
Tony crosses the Brooklyn Bridge, but when the time comes to take the turn towards the financial district, he takes a left towards the docks instead.
I lean forward to catch his attention. “We’re not going to the office?”
“No, Ms. Evans, I was ordered to bring you here.”
I check my calendar. A notification has popped up, alerting me that my day is blocked off for one long appointment. I click to find more details, and there are none.
Tony pulls up to a helicopter pad and escorts me to the pilot, who guides me towards the waiting chopper.
“This way, Ms. Evans.” He helps me into my seat and straps me in.
I expect him to wait for Brick to join me, but in a few minutes, we’re airborne. The last time I was in a helicopter, I was coming back from Berkshires. Is that where we’re going? My calendar and email don’t give me any clues.
I guess not knowing is part of my punishment.
We fly over the Hudson river and leave the city behind. I work as best as I can on my tablet, but as we approach what looks like the thick, wooded area of upper state New York, my trepidation grows. Am I being flown out to the Blackthroat residence again? Will Brick’s family be there? It’s a workday, and I can’t imagine why I’d be needed there.
I was looking forward to my punishment, but that would be real torture.
My tension grows as the helicopter approaches a gorgeous Tudor style mansion on a hilltop. Built of light brown brick, it looks similar to the Blackthroat ancestral home. Just past it are several long low white buildings arranged around a bright blue outdoor pool. From above the whole place looks like a fine estate, complete with gardens and patios and winding rock pathways that connect everything.
We land some distance away, on a blue slab of pavement bound by a lush green field. I wait for the pilot to help me out, and he points me to the edge of the helicopter pad where a white woman in a purple-gray smock waves to me.
“Welcome to Miravelle Resort,” she greets me. She’s holding a binder and makes no move to shake my hand. “I’m Jennifer, and I’ll be your spa attendant today. How was your flight?”
Spa attendant?
“Fast,” I say. Before I can ask what’s going on, she beams and says, “Right this way.”
I follow her down the pea-gravel path toward one of the white buildings. Even in the dead of winter, the landscaping is immaculate, with elegant white birch trees rising over a carpet of purple heather and evergreen shrubs. “This is a spa?”
“And a wellness resort.” She hurries ahead to open a door for me revealing an inner walkway lined with indoor fountains and shining geode crystals larger than me. I want to stand and gape, but for Jennifer’s sake, I hustle through. It's chilly today, with snow on the ground, and she’s not wearing a coat. Her round cheeks are pink with cold.
I check my phone again. “Is there a meeting here or…?”
