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9am: Bathroom Break
1030am: Smiling Lessons
12pm: Practice Saying Thank You
Miraculously, Declan’s schedule is fine. Everything he asks gets done right.
Oh, the boy has pushed me to my breaking point. He wanted to know the consequences, and he’s about to find out. The little brat is in for an attitude adjustment.
Shilo glances up from behind his monitor, widening his eyes before ducking back down. “I’m, uh, ordering more copy paper right now if that’s what you need.”
I needed that yesterday.
“It’s not. My office. Now.”
He hesitates for a second, going still. “Well, would you look at that? Declan’s got a meeting in five minutes. Sorry, Boss, but I’ve got to notate.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Losing patience, I step around the desk and into his line of sight, waiting until he meets my gaze. “Did you not know we can see each other’s schedules?”
His fingers twitch on the keyboard, lips parting as he flounders for something to say. Giving up, he hangs his head with a huff before sliding off the chair. Passing me silently, he makes his way to my office with shuffled feet, and my attention drops to his pert ass behind those dark slacks. He looks absolutely delicious today in a white button-down tucked in and rolled at the sleeves. All pressed and neat. So unlike the baggy clothes he wears outside of work. I want to make him messy.
“Are you going to fire me?”
Shutting the door and throwing the lock, I turn to see him standing in the middle of the room with his gaze on the floor, fists working in his pockets. Purple strands hide his face. I hate when he hides from me.
“Do you think you deserve to be?”
Sucking in a deep breath, he shrugs, peeking up at me as I make my way to my desk without a word. Once seated, I lean back, spreading my thighs and crossing my arms. “Why don’t you tell me what you think you deserve?”
He swallows hard, tongue poking out to wet his lips. “T-to be punished.”
Mm, my thoughts exactly.
“And how should I do that?”
As he lifts his head, a flush spreads across his cheeks, pupils expanding. His breath catches, but he loses confidence and shakes his head before looking away.
The sight makes me angry. Who did this to him? Was it me? Did I mess up so badly that he has no trust in himself? No, Paige mentioned bullies in high school. He also moved from place to place every few years for his father’s job.
Fuck, but why do I care? He’s just a hookup. He agreed to no feelings attached. Just fucking.
Except we haven’t even fucked yet.
“Come here.” I point at the spot between me and my desk, watching as he slowly approaches while biting his bottom lip. When he comes to a stop several paces away, I reach out to pull him closer by his shirt before gazing up into his narrowed eyes. “Is there a reason you’ve been acting out all week? Have I done something?”
Or, didn’t do, rather.
Shilo scoffs, backing away, but he doesn’t get very far because the edge of the desk is right behind him. “I haven’t been acting out. I am not a toddler.”
“No, you’re a damn brat who’s making my life hell,” I growl in exasperation. “This is because I didn’t fuck you on Sunday, yes?”
He sputters, squinting in that adorable way he does while tripping onto my desk so that his ass hits the keyboard. Luckily, the computer is locked, and I watch him squirm while I wait for a response. All he does is get redder, suddenly finding something interesting about a blank spot on my wall as he avoids my gaze.
Heaving a sigh, I lean forward to reach into a drawer, pulling out the object I planned to give him at the end of the day. “Do you know what this is?”
Blue eyes swing to what I’m holding in my fingers before widening comically. “A butt plug?”
The nervous squeak in his voice has me fighting a smile.
