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I mute the call again. “You’re still here. How interesting.”
“I’m trying to figure out if you’re serious or not.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“I’ll get you your coffee, Mr. Hardwin, but from now on, I’d like to focus solely on caring for your son, if that’s alright by you. I also think that bringing him to work is a bad idea. He needs to be home in a loving environment, not in a conference room turned nursery.” Her lip trembles, and I see her fingers quivering until she holds them all together.
“I don’t pay to hear your opinions, Miss Frasier, but since we’re on the topic…tomorrow we’ll move the arrangement to my home. You’ll work there, sleep there, eat there full time. You look like you need the job, or else you wouldn’t be here. But I warn you, if I have to teach you how to do your job, then you have to be flexible and acquiesce to anything I need…”
Anything.
The danger of my own words filter through the room, across the space between us, and into her consciousness. Glassy eyes widen just a notch, and her body…those luscious round tits…perk up inside her blouse. No denying it. Her nipples harden at my words, just like my cock hardens inside my pants. What the fuck is going on?
I want this woman.
I want her so fucking bad, and I just did the worst thing I could do.
I invited her into my home.
“Are we clear?”
Slowly, she nods. “Understood, sir.”