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So you’d be mad?
Me
Yes.
Spencer
How mad? Like I’ll-lose-my-job mad?
Me
Like I’ll-bend-you-over-my-desk-and-spank-you mad.
Shit. That slipped right out. Sometimes when I’m moving too fast, I text exactly what I’m thinking. I’m typing out an apology when Spencer replies.
Spencer
I’ll risk it. I’ll buy padded underwear.
Me
Who says you get to keep your underwear on?
Spencer
Now I’m feeling like you have ulterior motives with this spanking.
Me
Fuck around and find out, Spencer. Buy that cage. I’m begging you.
I have to adjust my slacks as my cock twitches uncomfortably. It’s a constant problem I’m having lately. The flirty texts are just the beginning. Spencer is very unaware of when her thick nipples are showing. I’m not. Every time she’s in a swimsuit or pajamas, I literally have to picture Spike and his beady eyes to calm my intrigue.
So why haven’t I made my move?
Because she said she liked me. I heard her talking to Charlie the day they moved in. All the haughty attitude, glacier stares, witty comebacks… It’s Spencer trying to fight her feelings because she thinks I want to sleep with her, then toss her aside.Catch and release.Which is why I’m determined to prove her wrong. The only way I can do that and prepare myself for something more permanent is little steps.
I’ve been practicing on Charlie.
Eleven-year-oldslovekeeping secrets. Charlie’s good at it, especially when I tell her it’s for Spencer’s benefit. She’d do anything for her big sister. So, she is now my confidant. I share bits and pieces, a little at a time. I told her how Elise also had apretty voice. She didn’t have Charlie’s vocal range, but she was still talented. I’d play piano, Elise would sing along.
I ask Charlie about her grief, too. We swap stories about the realistic dreams we’ve had where it felt like our lost loved ones were back. We admit how painful it is to wake up and realize it wasn’t real. But the great thing is, Charlie’s patient. When I can’t bear another step down memory lane, and have to change the subject, she doesn’t push. Either she has the attention span of a guppy, or even at her young age, she’s so emotionally intuitive, she’s recognizing my limits.
Ten minutes go by and Spencer doesn’t respond. She’s now late for work, and as any other amazing boss would do to their OCD, perfectionist assistants, I give her hell.
Me
You’re officially late. Now, I can either write you up with a warning, or you can pull down your panties and bend over my desk. A couple swats and all is forgiven. Your call.
I’m expecting a polished, sass-studded response from the great Spencer, but instead…
Spencer
I don’t think I can make it today. Are you okay without me? The Johnson contracts are printed out and on your desk for review.
Me
No I can’t make it a day without you. Get your ass to work, lazy.