Page 66 of Crave Me

“Morning, Blaire,” Sawyer greets while Dallas just nods his head. My heart tumbles in my chest.

“Anything I can help with so you two don’t end up bruised and bloody?”

Dallas huffs and Sawyer crosses his arms like he needs to keep them from reaching out and decking his twin.

“Go ahead, dickhead. You can tell her the good news.”

“It’s not fucking good news, you shithead.”

“Blaire, Carter got us a feature in a large Pacific Northwest travel magazine.”

“Oh my god! Seriously? Congratulations! That’s amazing!” I nearly squeal in excitement. I look at Dallas, who is glaring at me. Of course he wouldn’t be happy about this. A feature in a magazine will put the distillery on the map, which will pull in tourists, essentially ruining his peace. But I can’t let on that I know that in front of Sawyer. Or anyone else for that matter.

“Dickhead here is pissed. Because why wouldn’t he be mad about the potential of more money?”

“That’s not what the fucking problem is, brother, and I’m about sick and fucking tired of you thinking otherwise.”

“Get your head out of your ass, Dallas. This is good for all of us. Blaire, this will potentially increase your workload, so I’d like to talk about a raise if that happens. Be ready for people booking tours and tastings.”

“Just what we fucking need. More goddamn people here. Fuck you all.”

I try not to bristle at his words as he stomps away and up the stairs to our offices. I sigh and Sawyer catches it.

“He’ll get over it. I’m sure you’re used to his grumpy ass by now. Believe it or not, he means well.”

“It’s fine. This is really great news; I’m really excited for the future here.”

“We’re happy to have you along for the ride, Blaire.”

I nod and head up the stairs to my office, hanging up my coat and bag before beelining straight for the breakfast that’s waiting on my desk. I take a seat and pick up the white to-go cup with the Bean Haven loopy scrolled logo on it and turn it around in my hand until I find Dallas’ handwriting.

Tonight. 7 p.m.

My face flames and I pick up my phone to see I already have a missed text from him.

Dallas:

Wear a nice dress. No panties.

With a smile I couldn’t contain plastered to my face the entire day, I managed to get my morning work done, one tour, emails, and a meeting with Carter on his thoughts about the feature and what he’d ultimately like to make sure they highlight. By the time noon rolls around, I’m ready for a break. Just as I relax into my chair, the office phone rings. I’m tempted to ignore it, but I know that isn’t professional.

“Hello, this is Blaire.”

“Come to my office.” Dallas’ deep voice travels through the phone and leaves no room for argument. He doesn’t wait for a reply before hanging up.

I stand and leave my office, heading toward Dallas, my legs walking with a slight nervous tremble, unsure what I’m walking into after our interaction this morning. I knock twice on his door and wait to be invited in. Instead of his voice ringing out through the wall like I expected, the door opens. Looking as gorgeous as always, he opens the door wide, and motions with his free hand for me to enter. I take a few hesitant steps into his office whenthe door closes behind me, the click of the lock being latched into place. I turn to face him, and I know I’m in trouble.

“On your knees.”

I hesitate. We’re at work. If someone comes looking for either of us, how will we explain why the door is locked?

“Blai—”

I sink to my knees before he can finish saying my name. The position reminds me of our first time together, weeks ago, and how turned on I became when I first heard him order me to get on my knees. We haven’t fooled around at work since then, keeping everything confined to just his house, but he’s been teaching me at home.

“Good girl,” he praises, my body already softening for him, trusting that he’s going to keep me safe. He walks away from me, goes to his desk, and sits down. I stay in a seated position on my knees, my ass on my heels, with my palms resting on my thighs, and wait. I know he’s testing me, and I don’t want to fail. I watch him from the corner of my eye as he finishes typing something on his laptop and then closes it. He slowly reclines back, pushing a foot away from his desk and rocking slightly.

“I love this chair. It was a gift from Sawyer since I kept stealing his. It’s quite expensive. A few thousand I believe. Funny that I found it in the storage closet, I wonder what menace put it there?” He pauses, and I try not to vomit over the obscene cost of a freaking office chair. “You’re going to come suck my cock in it.”

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