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She swallows thickly. “What way is that?Irritated?”
Her delivery makes me smile, distracting me from what I want to tell her—that I have no memory of feeling desire that feels quite like this.
What’s more, I cannot understand why this peculiar creature, one so opposed to everything that I am, does what she does to me.
And right now, all I can think about is bending her over my desk, ripping that tight little skirt she dared to wear again today off her, whipping her ass raw until she learns to obey me more effectively, and fucking her until she screams with pleasure, alerting the whole damn building to what I do to her.
Right now, all I can think about is getting this woman out of my system and freeing myself of the displeasure of feeling out of control.
But I can’t. Not yet anyway.
“I told you yesterday what clothes were acceptable around here,” I say.
She glances down. “And despite that being none of your business, I put on a shirt today, instead of a blouse.”
“It’s still too tight.”
“Well, I had to wear one of Carrie’s and she’s… well, let’s just say we don’t have the same body type.”
My cock throbs as I think of those perfect round curves of hers.
“And I’m not gonna go out and buy a whole new wardrobe just for one week of work, so you’ll get what you get,” she announces. “I mean, don’t bosses usually get off on having a scantily-clad secretary being their own personal slave? Isn’t it an obligatory ingredient of every midlife crisis?”
I blink slowly, concealing my amusement at her animated delivery. “I’m twenty-nine, Indigo. Not yet ready for my midlife crisis.”
“Oh well, I can already tell you’re going to be unsufferable when it happens. And seeing as this is likely the last office job I’lleverhave, I’ve decided to live out my little secretary fantasy, pencil skirt included, and you’re all gonna just have todeal.”
I ache to ask her what else her fantasy includes, but the current hierarchy makes that impossible.
Before I saw my father in the same room as her, I had considered offering her a job here, but once again, for as long as I’m her boss, that will make what I want from her impossible. And based on how persistent this fucking erection of mine is around her, I’m already sensing that restraining myself until the end of the week from pulling down her panties and fucking her with my tongue is going to be a trial.
“I don’t want you wearing a skirt like that tomorrow.”
“Well, her pants don’t fit me properly.”
“I’ll have some clothes dropped off for you tonight.”
“Like hell you will!”
“You’ll wear them for the rest of the week.”
“What, like a potato sack? Am I supposed to wear a veil over my head as well?”
As vexatious as her attitude is, it’s mitigated by the fact that I suspect she’s pushing my buttons on purpose—pushing, pulling, testing the waters to see if I’ll bite… or when.
“You’ll do as you’re told, Indigo.”
Splotches of red seep into the exposed skin of her chest.
“And if I don’t?” she asks, her jade eyes toying with mine.
If you don’t, Indigo…
Well, the lesson I’d like to teach you is highly uncivilized…
“I’m curious to know,” she says before I can respond. “Do you treat your other employees like your own personal slave?”
I shake my head slowly. “No, Indigo. Only you. Now go and get your things. I’m driving you home.”
