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But I was still aroused, still flushed, my body tingling, my heart racing.

I told myself I would just pretend like this never happened, that I’d never kissed my boss, that I’d never pressed my hands between my legs and fantasized about him fucking me, of him touching me, of him spanking me.

Of me calling him Daddy.

None of it.

Tomorrow would be a whole new day.

CHAPTER 5

Aleksei

I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She’d tried so hard to hide her reaction yesterday, to mask that flash of heat in her eyes when I’d leaned close, gripped her hair in my fist, and called myself Daddy. It was subtle, but I’d seen it written all over her face—a flicker of surprise, a beautiful rosy blush that spread across her cheeks at that single word.

She’d liked it.

I’d hidden it well, but her reaction had made me hard as a rock.

I knew what kind of girl she was. She would never admit it, at least… not until I made her.

She was competitive, fierce, and proud, but there were little tells, barely noticeable to anyone else, that ultimately betrayed her. She was drawn in, curious, maybe even a bit aroused. She’d felt the power shift in that moment, even if she’d wanted to pretend otherwise.

I’ve dealt with enough people to know when I’ve found someone unique, someone who was worth taking the time to unravel. She was a rare find. She thought she could hold her ground, meet my gaze, and keep control. I almost admired her for it. But the truth was we both knew she was mine. It was only a matter of time before she admitted it—out loud…

On her knees as she sucked my cock.

Or maybe even when she was bent over my desk and begging me to fuck her with her bright red ass on full display.

All in due time…

As I scanned the gallery, making last-minute checks before the day began, I sensed her before I saw her. I turned my head just as she walked in, her presence magnetic, even if she was pretending not to notice me watching. Her dark brunette hair fell past her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face with an almost careless elegance, those piercing blue-gray eyes taking in the room with that determined look I’d already come to recognize was an integral part of her.

She was dressed professionally, of course, but there was a certain allure in the way she carried herself, an underlying confidence and pride that only added to her far too tempting sex appeal.

My gaze roved over her, lingering as she walked, the subtle sway of her hips, the way her shoulders squared off as she lifted her chin, the way her perky little tits filled out her blouse. But then she turned, her eyes meeting mine, her chin tilting a bit higher, almost defiant as she stared back at me.

Almost like she was daring me to walk over to her, pin her against the wall, tear up her skirt, and sink deep into that wet little pussy of hers until she screamed for Daddy.

Even as I thought it, I knew that she wasn’t going to make this easy, and I liked that about her.

I liked a good challenge.

I offered her a small, knowing smile, watching the way her posture straightened, and then the flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

Good. I liked that.

Let her be annoyed. Let her try to ignore that pull between us. Let her try to pretend she was unaffected by me.

She’d come around soon enough, and I intended to enjoy every moment leading up to it.

“Good morning, Amy,” I said, my voice calm, almost casual. “How was your evening?”

“It was fine,” she replied smoothly, and I couldn’t help the slight smile that tugged at my lips. I could tell something was off about her, maybe in the way her eyes flashed and how she looked away for the briefest of seconds, or the way her cheeks flushed just the slightest bit, or even in the way her fingers tensed as she answered my question.

I’d gotten to her; that much was clear.

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