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“What sort of rules? And does everyone have these rules?”
“No.”
“So, just me?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Because we work closely together?” There was a strange look on her face that he couldn’t read. And he didn’t like that. What was she thinking? “And you were worried about me. I don’t really understand it. I thought you were upset because you were paying me and I disappeared. That I would understand. My old boss would have yelled. He likely would’ve fired me. But I don’t think you’re going to fire me.”
Even though she sounded like she was speaking to him, it was more like she was talking to herself. She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t like rules.” She pouted.
“You need rules,” Grady told her.
“What are these rules?” she asked.
“If you need to leave work, then you call or text me.”
“All right. I can do that.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Yes. That seems more than reasonable. What else?”
“You’ll wear a tracker.”
“No. Not happening.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but she spoke up first.
“No. I don’t buy your excuse that you have enemies. I’m just an employee.”
He didn’t like this at all. He glanced at Steele, who also didn’t like it. But he also knew if he pushed too hard, she could run.
“Fine. No tracker,” he said.
He was still buying her one. Maybe a couple. He might be able to slip one into that monster bag of hers.
“She already has a rule about undoing her seatbelt while a car is still moving,” Steele added.
“Good. Also, no lying. Understand?”
She sighed, but nodded. “I guess I can agree to that. Anything else?”
Oh, there were plenty more rules he could give her. Plenty that he was dying to lay down. And enforce.
Spanking was generally Steele’s thing. When they’d gone to the club to play, Grady had preferred other forms of punishment. Sensory deprivation while edging a partner. Nipple clamps. Taking away their ability to speak. Tying them down and doing whatever the fuck he wanted to them while they begged him to stop.
But with Effie . . . hmm, he could imagine bending her over his desk, pulling down her pants and panties, and scorching that plump ass of her.
“No more putting yourself down,” Steele told her. “I don’t like it. I don’t want to hear it, and I really don’t want you to think it or say it. So you’ll stop.”
She licked her dry lips. “And what happens if I break these rules? Am I fired?”
“No,” Grady said, realizing he didn’t really have a leg to stand on. What use were rules if there were no consequences for breaking them?
“Yes,” Steele said.
“Steele,” he snapped.
