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Albion: Come here tomorrow morning. I will figure it out.
I stared at my phone and my heart did cartwheels. He was going to help? He didn’t sound mean or anything. I didn’t trust this turn of events, especially after he’d kicked me out like I was trash tonight, but a small swell of hope that I hadn’t felt in forever burst to life in my chest.
Wade: Thank you, Sir.
I didn’t get a response back, but I decided to call it an early night anyway so I could be fresh and get to Albion’s place along with the sunrise. I would make sure he didn’t have a single reason to be upset with me... and maybe he would ask me to stay longer tomorrow night.
8
ALBION
Sometimes—mostof the time—I worked out my surplus anger through exercise. Whether that was fucking or jogging on a treadmill depended on who, or if, I had anyone in my apartment with me.
This morning, I had to stick with my legs burning as I chased the twenty-mile goal on the screen of my treadmill, sweat dripping down my face and the lines of my back as my chest heaved. Three hours came and went, and by the time I’d decided I was done, my body ached in all the best and worst ways, and I forced myself to get into the shower and wash off the stickiness. I’d gotten up around two in the morning, not able to fully sleep, and my thoughts had traveled to Wade and his penchant for being a pain in the ass. Yet, I’d enjoyed the way he’d trembled beneath me and how he’d come undone, nothing more than languid limbs after I’d had fun with him.
I shook my head and got through my shower as quickly as possible before I dressed in my gray suit for work. It was still only about five thirty, but I’d told Wade to come over to my place this morning, and I suspected he’d be here soon because we were normally at work around eight. I didn’t know where he lived, but I assumed it wasn’t in the city like me.
I made food—oatmeal with strawberries—and opened my laptop on the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Sliding onto a stool, I shoved a spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth as I tried to log in to my work profile, only for it to not go through. Irritation prickled over my skin, and I grabbed my phone immediately. I didn’t care if it was too early.
I found the contact info for one of our IT guys in my phone and tapped on it roughly.
It took six tries before Holliday answered. “Sir?” His scratchy voice told me I’d woken him. Good.
“Why is the log-in system not working?” I snapped. Taking a deep breath, I focused on softening my tone. Pissing off Holliday wouldn’t help, and the last thing I wanted was to be reported to HR. It wasn’t Holliday I was pissed at, but rather Wade for being so damned fucking submissive, because he was all I could think about since last night. “Holliday, I have employees on my team who wish to complete work and are unable to because the log-in system isn’t functional. Could you tell me what the issue is?”
Holliday grunted sleepily, and there was shuffling in the background. I heard a soft male voice thatwasn’tHolliday and the harsh whisper of “it’s too early in the morning, Hol. Tell him to fuck off.”
Holliday shushed him before his focus returned to me. “Sir, it’s not even six in the morning and?—”
“Fix it immediately. You can check it remotely, can’t you?” I pushed, not willing to let someone tell me no.
“Uh... yes?” It sounded more like a question than a resolute answer, and I smirked. “Uh, yes, I can. It’s just that?—”
“I’m sure the boss, Mr. Guidry, will be very happy when I tell him you fixed this issue for me immediately. I would even suggest you for Eric’s job after he leaves. You have heard he’s moving away to Washington, haven’t you? He just got married, and his new wife wants to live closer to her family. So, his position will be available, and Mr. Guidry is already on the lookout for a new tech manager.”
A powerful fire burned in my stomach as manipulation twisted on my tongue like it was a ballad. I craved dominance in all areas of my life—in my career and at home—and I’d been so good at keeping it under wraps until now. Until Wade. He brought out a monster in me that I could no longer contain beneath the surface because he’d fed it, and now it wanted freedom.
The silence on the other end of the phone echoed in my ear beforefinallyHolliday cleared his throat. “I’m on it, sir.”
“Thank you.” I ended the call and rolled my shoulders, pleasure curling inside me.
I spent another hour going through physical reports that I’d brought home with me before my video doorbell went off. I told the night-shift doorman to let Wade come up, and a few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I opened it immediately and waved my hand toward the breakfast bar.
“Sit over there. Don’t touch anything, don’t read anything.” I stopped to make a show of giving him a slow once-over; although, I hated how much the suit covered his body. Humming, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and texted my favorite tailor for an emergency appointment. If Wade was going to be my sub, no matter how trivial this relationship was, I would only have him dressed in the best. I wanted the style of suit that showed off the lines of his long legs and flat belly, clothing that would allow me to appreciate his body while we were at work so I could imagine what I was going to do to him later.
If I told Massimo all this, he would inform me that I was being sentimental, but this wasn’t for Wade. This was to fulfill my desire for my property to look good for my eyes only. I enjoyed knowing that my man was pretty and desirable, and beneath that baggy, dull white dress shirt was a semidecent chest that deserved to be worshiped.
Wade went straight over to the breakfast bar the way I’d ordered and sat on one of the stools I wasn’t occupying with his hands in his lap. He gazed directly ahead. His back stayed straight, and everything about his posture screamed submissive.
Had he played before? He hadn’t volunteered any information. I wanted to know, yet I didn’t ask him. I wouldn’t.
I made a sound of approval, and Wade’s shoulders wriggled, surprising a smirk from me. I shifted closer to him and leaned forward, my breath dancing across the skin on the back of his neck, and he trembled. Goose bumps prickled over his neck, and I watched with interest as they spread across his pretty pale flesh.
“Mm. You’re a good boy, aren’t you, my little bitch?” I murmured.
He let out a small audible breath but didn’t speak.
“You tried to do work for me last night. I appreciate the effort. It’s a lot more than other employees do.” I pushed some more praise, curious about his reaction.
