Page 43 of Promise Kept

Thinking about the vibrator.

Thinking about the way I yelled at her in the elevator.

Telling her… I’m going to spank her…?

“Tamara,” I say. “I’m getting ready for an important meeting.”

“Of course you are, Ellis. Seems to me whoever is the one running this insane show ends up with a tortured fate.”

She has the nerve to reference both Heston and Hux.

She’s just being a bitch because she hates the word no.

I watch the great and stunningly beautiful Tamara Sydney graciously leave the office. She’s pissed but she won’t do anything crazy. Which means she’s not done with me yet.

As soon as the door shuts, I hang my head for a second and take a deep breath.

As far as that meeting I mentioned goes…

That’s not exactly a lie.

I just need to let the other person know about the meeting first.

LARISSA

NEED TO SEE YOU - PRIVATE SETTING. DINNER.

What am I doing when that text buzzes through my phone?

Truthfully?

I’m in bed.

I’m wearing a t-shirt and nothing else.

I have a notebook balanced on my bent legs and I’m doodling.

That’s right.

I’m in bed, doodling.

Is this grief? Is this just my life? Or am I hiding from all this new sense of reality that has crashed into my life?

Love’s texted me, offering to take me out. Offering to get me laid.

I thank her but decline.

But then… Ellis texts me…

He needs to see me? He needs a private setting? What does that even mean? He wants to do dinner?

I throw my notebook out of my bedroom and sit up all the way.

I think about Ellis grabbing me in the elevator. His growling voice. His commanding voice. The way he said he wanted to… spank me…

I also don’t answer the text right away just to make him mad.

I want to see what he’ll do…

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