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I know. I really should address this with my therapist.
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You should. Definitely.
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I will be awaiting your photo impatiently.
I shake my head as I pour Ethan a glass of juice.
I don’t know what possesses me, but after Ethan and I have eaten our breakfast, I retreat to my room, and pull down my undies and snap a photo. My pulses races as I send him the pic, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I’m a mom. I’m not supposed to be sending pics of my ass to men. Especially when said man is my boss.
His reply comes instantly.
Beautiful. I will cherish it forever.
I laugh. What a twisted man. I wonder what my friends would have to say about this.
I best not tell them.
* * *
There’sanother message from Weston waiting for me when I get to the office.
Come to my office as soon as you can.
I smile, wondering what he’s up to now.
When I walk past Rosetta, she shoots me a mischievous grin. “A little morning bouncy bouncy?”
I jerk around. “For the last time… we’renothaving sex.”
She dips her head back to her keyboard. “Sure.”
I blow out a breath, realizing it’s useless to try to reason with her. She’s like a child.
Weston is all smiles when he sees me. He motions me over.
I close the distance between us, itching for his touch. As soon as I get close enough, he reaches under my skirt and spins me around. He lifts the fabric very slowly, seductively, and my skin prickles in anticipation.
He rubs soft circles over my bruise. “Oh, who has done this to you, sweet girl?”
I spin around. “A certain beautiful predatory man,” I whisper. “He’s quite peculiar.”
He smiles. “You may go back to work now, Grasshopper.”
What?
“That’s it?”
He laughs. “Unfortunately, I have a lot to do today, and besides I like to see you suffer a little.”
“You’re a cruel man.” I pout. “I kind of hate you.”
His soft smile stretches into a shit-eating grin. “I know.”
