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Knox’s Unhealthy New Friends
“I made my rules clear. You will get a full night’s sleep no matter what I have to do to you.” Something about the low, familiar words went right to my dick, but all I could do was hope that Aleksey couldn’t tell.
“Oh, he can tell...don’t be an idiot. You’re so obvious. You wiggle and he’s going to tell us all about it in his next chapter.” They were both so stupid and so unhealthy. “You need to pay more attention when he’s pissed at you.”
Some characters just could not pay attention to their Masters.
Standing still and making sure I didn’t move from behind the leather chair hopefully helped but it always felt like he could see right through me. The way he was glaring at me as he used a low, measured tone made me think he was some kind of a vampire with X-ray vision instead of a businessman who was used to getting his way. “I made that condition clear when you moved in.”
“You weren’t paying attention to that lecture either. What were you doing?” Something stupid. “Oh, fantasizing about him? Again? It’s no wonder he dragged his feet about you moving in. You’re always turned on and his restraint is nearly nonexistent at this point.”
Could an over six-foot-tall Russian actually be a brat?
“Yes, but you haven’t seen the half of it yet.”
They were so unhealthy.
Either way, he was really good at making threats and promises sound dangerous and sexy...I was pretty sure his faint accent was part of it. The wholepackage was impressive in a scary kind of way but it made me wonder if the people who worked for him got the same feelings I did every time they pissed him off.
I kind of hoped they did because then I’d feel less dirty.
“I hope not or HR is going to do nothing all day but handle sexual harassment cases. If they’re as bad as you, one glare from him and someone is going to orgasm in a meeting.”
Oh, Aleksey would probably like that.
“I’m never going to remember how to spell that. Why did he have to be Russian? I can spell German names. They’re much easier.”
I wasn’t supposed to see him that way but his glare sent conflicting signals through me every time he used it on me. Aleksey and I were friends. That’s it. Friends. We’d known each other for years. My dick just had trouble with that concept on a regular basis, but in its defense, he was my only friend who always looked like he wanted to do something terrible to me.
Yes...some kind of terrible I wasn’t even going to try to define.
We were just friends.
“Where the Hell did you two meet each other? Oh. That’s not good. We’re going to have to make sure everyone knows he didn’t notice you until you were older. I don’t care when you noticed him. Can you be his sub if your mother works for his family? I think this is going to need some kind of warning label.”
“I...I did better last night.” I just had severe impulse control issues and too many fun apps on my phone. “I was up in time for work and I even did some of my chores.”
Those were my idea because I hadn’t liked moving in without doing something to help out, but it had a completely different feel when he was glaring at me.
“Are you a caretaker sub? Whatever that sub style is that likes to clean. To each their own, I guess. Does anyone know you have out of control ADHD? Oh, can’t take the meds. Yes. You’re going to need a firm Master.”
“You’re operating on three hours of sleep.” How had his voice gone even deeper? “What did I say would be the consequences if you did this again?”
Oh.
Um.
Had he said?
“You...you said I wouldn’t like it and that you’d take the problem seriously.” He might’ve said something else but I was focused on trying not to yawn. Three hours of sleep was not enough to survive a conversation with him...which was why I’d spent all day avoiding him.
“Slut, are you supposed to be grinding your ass on that chair?”
Oops.
