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Reggie was almost disappointed when the wrecker came later that morning, and towed the rental out of the snow. After his driveway was plowed, Jocelyn would be on the road in no time.
“I almost wish they hadn’t gotten it out,” she reflected back his feelings, when they stood in the January sun, saying goodbye. “But now that they did, I have no excuse. I have a plane to catch, and an early meeting in the morning. As it is, I’ll be lucky to get home tonight with the weather what it is.”
“Then I suppose you’d better go,” Reggie said, feeling something nameless tugging at him.
They exchanged smiles, but no more tears, and no more spanks before she left. And when she did leave, he watched her blue sports car speed out the long drive and disappear, an unusual longing remaining in the place of Jocelyn Killian and her great green eyes.
Reggie never, ever went to bed with a submissive on a first encounter. Then again, he wasn’t so sure Jocelyn was a submissive at all. In spite of the fact that she’d enjoyed the rough spanking he’d given her, she didn’t need him, and didn’t seem to want anything from him but a good time. So different from all the other women he spent time with the last ten years. It was a refreshing change.
Chapter Three
The auburn haired Jocelyn Killian was on her way to the accounting department when she was hailed by a commanding voice rising above the din of noise coming from the secretarial pool.
“Miss Killian!”
She whipped around, seeing Dwight, twenty feet down the corridor. His expression was grim.
“Yes?”
“Reg wants to see you.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“That’s not possible,” she replied as she was about to turn around and resume her journey past the executive offices to the other end of the building.
“Miss Killian, please,” Dwight called again.
“Mr. Harold can wait,” she retorted. Giving him a pleasant and very provocative smile, she turned and walked away.
***
Two hours later Jocelyn stood in front of Reggie’s desk, arms loaded with files, and a self-satisfied beam on her face.
“Miss Killian, when I ask for your presence in my office, I suggest that you not be late,” Reggie admonished her.
“Excuse me, sir, but the authoritarian crap doesn’t exactly work on me.”
“I can see,” he said, leaning back in his chair, and gazing at the remarkable woman.
“Now, if we can get on to business, I’ll be presenting my findings to you.” She smiled at him pleasantly.
“By all means,” Reggie said. “But I want my executive staff here for your report.”
“If that’s what you want,” she replied. She’d learned to be as cool and unfeeling as the man behind the imposing desk.
A half hour later, with the executive staff of twelve huddled around a conference table, Jocelyn began her presentation. In a pure voice, with sass and warmth and charm oozing from every melodious turn of a phrase, she laid out the initial findings of her report, everyone staring at her with rapt attention. She could have told them that the company was rapidly going bankrupt and they’d be delighted to listen. As it turned out, the summary of her work so far was almost that bad.
“Gross disorganization in your accounting department, which could easily lead to sloppy records and financial mismanagement…an inflexible hierarchy…a stilted rapport of management with staff…” While her tones were strictly non-judgmental, her findings were condemning. Eleven executives looked at her astounded, only Reggie remained unconcerned.
“Ms. Killian, is there anything positive to report?” he asked.
“Much,” she said with a smile. “You have some very talented employees, with brilliant minds, however their ability to perform to their maximum capability is hampered by the general structure of the company hierarchy. They’re simply not flourishing in this autocratic environment.”
“Autocratic?” Reggie repeated.
“That’s what I said. I have dozens of recommendations and plans to implement. We can discuss them now, or wait for appropriate committee meetings.”
