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I set a coffee down on my assistant’s desk, and she mouthed a thank you as she held the phone to her ear.
“Just give me the day’s rundown when you’re done,” I whispered, and she nodded.
I took my coffee and headed into my office, closing the door with the heel of my shoe and walking to my desk. I tossed my bag on the table, went around to sit down, and booted up my computer. As I waited for it to warm up, I looked out my window while I sipped from my paper cup, the vanilla chai latte almost too hot to drink.
I was lost in thought when I heard the ding that told me I had a new message. Focusing on the computer, I moved the mouse around until I could click on the little icon that had an envelope with a red1hovering above it.
I opened up my email and immediately felt my belly tighten in excitement. It was from Jareth. My throat went dry as I thought about what he had written to me. I didn’t even have to see him for my body to light up, for arousal to lick across my skin and settle deep within my core.
To:Sofie Blackwell (Stein Enterprise, Assistant Media Director)
From:Jareth Stein (Stein Enterprise, CEO)
Miss Blackwell,it’s come to my attention that you’re twenty minutes late. I’ll need to see you in my office during your lunch hour, to go over the employee handbook and the rules of conduct.
Although his email sounded foreboding,even reprimanding, I knew it wasn’t anything but sexual. It had nothing to do with punishing me, and everything to do with an excuse for him to see me. And he certainly wasn’t wasting any time on his first day.
I set my coffee down and placed my hands on the keyboard to type out the reply.
To:Jareth Stein (Stein Enterprise, CEO)
From:Sofie Blackwell (Stein Enterprises, Assistant Media Director)
Dear Mr. Stein.My apologies for not being professional and being to work on time. I’ll be in your office promptly at noon to go over the employee handbook so I’m updated and versed on what’s expected of me.
My bodypositively tingled at the very thought of what we’d do in his office, how exactly he’d put me “in my place.” Now I just had to go about the rest of the day, or at least until lunchtime, trying not to let the dirty images of Jareth and me together consume my thoughts.
* * *
I stoodon the other side of Jareth’s office door, the mahogany smooth, the grain dark. Everyone had gone to lunch, including his personal assistant, and even though this wasn’t a new relationship, I felt the tendrils of those butterflies moving in my stomach, the nervousness that came with the first date settling in my body. I lifted my hand and brought my knuckles down on the wood, three sharp raps that sounded dense.
“Come in, Sofie.”
I could hear the deep tenor of his voice, and it slammed right into my center. The command would’ve had my toes curling if not for the stiletto heels I wore—the kind Jareth loved.
I blew out a slow breath, gripped the cold, brass handle, and opened the door. He stood by his floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city, his hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks, his broad shoulders seeming to take up my entire view.
“Close the door behind you,” he said in a calm, even voice, but there was a hint of authority laced with it. He turned and watched me, saying nothing else as he stared at me for long moments. I always felt like I was under a microscope when I was around him, his gaze so penetrating it was almost… intimate.
My feelings for him were different than what I felt for Ryker. Although I loved them equally, desired them so passionately I couldn’t even breathe at times, Jareth was a dominating lover. He liked to control in the bedroom, to control every aspect of his life.
Ryker, on the other hand, was focused on making me get off, as if he needed it before he could find his own release.
Jareth withheld my pleasure, because it gothimoff.
Maybe that’s why I’d fallen in love with them both. Maybe having two very different men who catered to my twin desires, my dual needs, was what I needed to feel complete.
“Come here, Sofie.”
I smoothed my hands down my pencil skirt and started making my way toward him. When I got to his desk, I stopped. And then I just breathed out slowly as I waited for him to make a move, to make a command.
It got me off when he told me what to do, because although it might seem like he held the power, the truth was I held it all.
“You were really late this morning,” he said matter-of-factly.
I really wasn’t, just twenty minutes or so, but I didn’t correct him. I didn’t dare. Instead, I nodded and clasped my hands behind my back in a purely submissive move.
“Why were you late?” He took a step forward, his hands still in the pockets of his slacks, his focus trained on me.
