Page 36 of Serving the Maestro

I recognized the cute blonde who appeared as I stepped into Jazz’s office.

She looked me up, then down, the piercing intellect in her eyes a warning to tread carefully. “Hi...I’m Cam. Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Jasmine.” I was out of my mind for doing this. I’d forgotten. Jazz worked with her best friend. And I’d just walked right into the lion’s den.

“Oh, so you must be––”

“Trent!”

The sound of Jazz’s voice cutting across the broad, open floorplan was a staggering relief. Her friend Cam, on the other hand, looked irritated.

“Saved by the bell,” Cam said. Then she patted my arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll come back to the inquisition.”

The comment had me staring after her. But then Jazz was in front of me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.

“I...ah, what brings you here?”

A thousand things came to mind, most dirty and inappropriate for an audience. I went with the safe option and held up the cups of coffee. “I was in the area and decided to see if you needed a caffeine hit.”

She bit her lip, then released the abused flesh.

It took a lot of restraint not to echo the action.

Angling her head to the side, she said, “Come into my office.”

I smiled.

She blushed even hotter.

I behaved as we crossed the wooden floors, nodding to the few who attempted eye contact, ignoring those who pretended not to notice.

Once inside her office, after she’d closed the door and leaned against it, I faced her. “You don’t get many visitors.”

“Outside of those who have something to do with business?” She twisted her lips and tugged them to the side. “About next to...zero.”

I leaned in and bit her lower lip like I’d wanted a few seconds earlier.

She shivered.

“Want me to leave?”

“No.” Her breath came out in a shudder. “The nice thing about running the place—I can take a break when I want.”

Straightening, I looked around. The office space wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small. Commanding a row of windows that looked out on Broadway in a nice section of SoHo, I imagined the place cost a pretty penny. I’d already known Jazz and her partner Cam were successful, but this emphasized just how successful.

“So...we have privacy?” She nodded. I smiled and watched as her breathing hitched. She nodded, eyes going hazy with heat. “Bend forward over the desk.”

Her cheeks flushed but she did as ordered. “Like this, master?”

The glint in her eyes made me want to smile, even as it made me want to spank her. That she submitted to me at all was a gift, and she subconsciously knew that already. Some subs relied heavily on their chosen Doms, while others did it for the sheer kink.

I was still trying to understand why Jazz had chosen to give in, especially when it came to crossing that line she’d drawn—outside the bedroom—but it was a choice she’d made.

Crossing to her, I admired the view, then moved close enough to press against her, lowering my head to kiss the nape of her neck, left bare by the way she’d scooped her hair up for the day.

She shivered.

“You like that.”

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