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That I had some sort of strange need to obtain the man’s approval.

Holy shit, you’ve lost your mind.

“You’re doing… okay. For your first day. Keep it up.”

“I-I am?” I thrilled at it, even as it threw me completely off balance. A minute before, I’d feared he might be throwing me out. But it appeared I’d completely misread him.

He watched me for a moment, his mouth quirking at the corners. “Show me you can keep learning. A girl that can do that pleases me because it shows she’s trying. That she cares. Do you care, Geneva?”

“Um, yes. Of course I do.”

“Good. That’s good to hear.” He slid back from his desk, his legs spread somewhat.

My mouth went instantly dry. The outline of his cock—a huge, thick cock—was clearly delineated, running down one of the legs of his slacks.

Oh, my God.

“Something the matter, girl?”

“Uh, n-no. S-sir.”

Be calm. Be calm! And stop looking!

“Good.” He stood then, and walked slowly around his desk until he loomed over me, his monumental form dwarfing mine. He was a handsbreadth away from me, and though I didn’t understand it at all, I wanted to touch him, to hug him. To feel his massive body against mine just like I had the previous day.

“I have a question for you, and I want an honest answer to it.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, not daring to look up at him.

In that moment as I stood there, like a helpless creature before an angry giant, I realized something. There was a spin to his grumpiness that wasn’t actually cruel or particularly mean. But the vibe it had to it was almost… paternal.

Jesus, what has gotten into you?

Maybe it was just an artifact of being extremely horny—which I was—but I didn’t think that explained all of it. Uncle Chest was never, ever mean with me, or even mildly cross. He’d always taken care of me, in his way, making sure I was safe.

So why had I had such a reaction to an older man treating me like I was a stupid, misbehaving girl?

Then I finally had it. My desire to avoid disappointing him was what drove my reaction. Whether said disappointment was with my job performance, or something much more personal, I hadn’t yet figured out.

You’re worried about not sufficiently impressing a guy who’s been a total prick to you?

It was true. It made no sense, of course, but I was already trying to make peace with the fact that not much of anything made sense when it came to my reactions to Rick.

“I want to know why you… hugged me. After I punished you yesterday. Why, Geneva?”

“I… I still don’t really know.”

But it was a lie.

I barely knew the man. I was nearly half his age. He was my boss. He’d actually spanked and fondled me!

And yet… still, I wanted to please him.

“Tell me the truth. That’s the only way I’m going to allow you to stay on.”

Don’t do this. Don’t say it.

Of course, the man was definitely all wrong for me. Having anything remotely like sexual feelings for him was, well, it was crazy. I knew that.

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