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“Me with Jocelyn? She hates me, Reg.” Will shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m not sure hate’s the word. But isn’t that the point?” he replied. “I’m too damned much in love with her to be objective and severe with her.”
Will snickered, thinking how he’d felt the same way about Alex years before, when that inner need in his wife, his girlfriend at the time, had required a tougher kind of dominant than he could be.
“Sounds intriguing, if I believed I could pull it off,” he said.
“You can, trust me. She’ll give in. Meanwhile, I’ll take my own satisfaction from Alex and she’ll hate every minute of it, like she usually does.” He laughed.
Chapter Sixteen
One month later…
It was a Tuesday afternoon, just after lunch, when Will walked into Killian Management Consulting. He turned several heads passing by the secretaries on his way to Jocelyn’s office. Few could resist following him with their eyes as the handsome man with the artistic flair moved by them with a casual air of authority and a sexy grin. He was impressed with Jocelyn’s efficient looking operation, though he didn’t particularly like the artwork on the walls.
He waited several minutes for her secretary to announce him.
“You really should let me hang a few paintings in your reception area,” Will said, as he was ushered into Jocelyn’s office, the woman looking up at him in surprise.
“Will? An unexpected visit.”
He wandered around her office, gazing at paintings, admiring her taste in Oriental furnishings. The view ten floors up made the city look much more serene than it was.
“You’ve got a better view than Reg.”
“I guess I do, though he can see the lake, I can’t,” she answered. She watched him continue his perusal of her private space, knowing that his artistic eye was judging everything, though he was silent about his conclusions. “To what do I owe this pleasant interruption?” she finally asked.
Will whipped around to face her, his hands in his pockets, an easy expression on his face, his dancing eyes catching the glint of light from the windows, making them seem much brighter than they really were. “It’s hardly going to be pleasant,” he said, at last sitting in one of the black lacquer chairs in front of her desk. He leaned back casually, legs crossed man-style.
“You want to tell me what this is about or are you going to keep me guessing?” she asked. For some strange reason she felt ready to blush, though she had no idea why.
“No guessing games, Jocelyn. It’s really very simple. “You’re going to cancel your afternoon plans, lock the door, strip naked, and offer me your body to abuse.”
***
There was a flurry of activity in Alex Kozak’s office. Ever since her last promotion, there was always too much to do at work, and so much pressure it was hard to think. What she wanted was some relief from the aching between her legs, but just as she did every day, she squelched the feelings, squelched the thoughts and the pent-up chaotic energy until she could find a time to let it free. What she wouldn’t have given for an hour with Jocelyn that noon, but they had to cancel their plans when an unexpected meeting came up.
There was a mountain of papers on her desk, a file pulled apart that she was in the midst of reorganizing, and three underlings bringing her more files every ten minutes. Just when she was deep into the maddening mess and confusion, Reggie Harold suddenly appeared in her doorway as surreal and bizarre as a hot air balloon might be floating by her desk.
“You look overworked,” he said.
“It would appear so,” she replied. “Is that really you or am I seeing things?”
“You think you’re talking to ghosts?” he replied amused. He moved around her desk, leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.
“How sweet,” she said.
“It’s as sweet as it gets, Alexandra.”
“Oops, you’re using that name again.”
“You think there’s something behind it?” he asked, quite smug indeed.
“Well isn’t there?” she replied.
“Call your boss,” he said.
“Call my boss? Why?”
