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In her typical fashion, she forced herself to face facts. She was stalling.
At the Den, she’d been filled with bravado. She had promised herself she could strip down, accept a spanking from her boss and finish with him fucking her. Why not? As she’d said, they were both adults. The incident was an interlude in their lives and had no bearing on their work relationship.
When she was dressed, looking at him with his armband and bare chest, she had realised she’d been lying to herself.
The scene had been scorching hot.
Over the years, she’d been with many Doms. Most of them had been fantastically good and had made sure she was satisfied. But David had been focused, pushing her, demanding her full participation.
Feeling conflicted, wanting to pretend it was another in a long series of one-off scenes, but already picturing a continuation, she had tried to leave, only to be stopped by Master Damien. It would have been rude to brush past him, and really, when the house’s owner requested a moment, a sub gave it to him, no matter what he or she was dealing with.
He’d looked at her enquiringly and let her know he’d checked on her while she played with Master David.
She’d promised Master Damien she was okay, but she suspected he’d seen through her tremulous smile. She’d reassured him that David had been a considerate Dom.
After a few more questions, Master Damien had allowed her to leave.
She’d caught the first available bus back to Winter Park. When Vanessa had arrived at the hotel sometime after midnight, she hadn’t cared that Maggie was in bed. Instead, Vanessa had flipped on a light, poured them each a glass of wine and demanded to know every last, little detail.
Since they were best friends, they were always there for one another. Therefore, Vanessa had vicariously lived through the whole fiasco with the company’s acquisition. Maggie had felt a bit betrayed by her mother’s lack of honesty about the firm’s financial situation. Because her lax attitude towards bills and collections had put them in a precarious position, Gloria had opened the door to the takeover.
Vanessa had made Maggie see a brighter side, and they’d laughed as they’d painted a picture of David Tomlinson with horns and a pointy tail. More than anyone, Vanessa knew how complex Maggie’s relationship was with David.
Upon learning Maggie had just been screwed by the handsome devil-Dom—literally as well as figuratively—Vanessa had bounced on the bed’s edge and predicted that Maggie would beg Master David to spank her again, within a fortnight.
Hearing Vanessa call her boss Master David had made Maggie a little dizzy. To her, Master David was a totally different person than the one she worked with and was obligated to. Wasn’t he?
Maggie wasn’t sure how she was going to act towards him today. Cool? Professional? Nonchalant? Or maybe warmer than normal? For certain, she would not behave like a submissive. She’d meet his gaze, talk to him as an equal.
She’d half expected to hear from him yesterday. But the phone had remained silent. Her nerves were taut.
Reminding herself she wasn’t a coward, she determinedly unwrapped her hands from the death grip she had on the steering wheel.
She gathered her purse and briefcase, kept her sunglasses on her face to disguise the weekend’s lack of sleep then exited and locked the vehicle.
Pretending this was a day like any other, she purposefully walked towards the brick building that housed World Wide Now. As she neared the entrance, her shoulders slumped a little. She could be in denial all she wanted. But most Monday mornings she didn’t arrive at the office bearing a welt her boss had left on her ass.
She drew a breath, smoothed her skirt and hair, dropped her sunglasses in her purse then opened the door and stepped inside.
The receptionist sat at the front desk, a huge mug of coffee in front of her.
“Morning, Mags,” Barb greeted.
“Tell me there’s more of that coffee?” she asked hopefully.
“Are you kidding? I just put on the second pot. Should be about done.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Eleven minutes.”
Maggie laughed. Good thing coffee went on the office supplies line item in the budget. Mr Tomlinson didn’t have to know how much was actually spent on staples and paperclips as opposed to caffeine. “So,” she said. “What kind of mood is David in today?”
