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I tugged harder on her ponytail. “You are to address me as Sir.”

Heather sucked in a breath, nervous eyes glancing from me to the door. “Sir.”

Fuck …

She was too nervous to be a brat when Evelyn was in the room, and hearing her be a good girl, being able to tame her right here, made my dick throb. I pressed myself against her ass harder, wanting her to feel howhappyit made me that she wasn’t being a brat for once, wanting her to know that if she dropped the disrespectful attitude, I’d always be this hard for her.

The door opened behind me, and I released Heather’s hair and stepped away from her before Jacob could see my body pressed against hers. He couldn’t find out about us, but I wasn’t about to let Heather be a brat around here.

Not when she was purposefully doing it because it’d piss me off.

While she still didn’t look at me, her lips curled into a small smirk, and she sauntered toward her father, skirt bouncing every time she took a step, giving me a glimpse of her ass that I’d have red with handprints by the end of the night.

This was my company. Not hers.

I had the control here.

Forty minutes later, after we went through all the financials—though I couldn’t focus because Heather kept playing footsie with me underneath my desk—Jacob stood and tapped Evelyn’s shoulder. “I have a meeting with a couple of others that I’d like you to attend.”

“I’ll come with you,” Heather said, smirking my way.

“Actually”—I cleared my throat—“if you don’t mind, Jacob, I could use Heather’s help.”

Halfway to the door, Jacob nodded. “This is a private meeting, Heather. Why don’t you help out Hector?”

“B-but?—”

I stood up and followed them to the door. “Have a good one.”

When Jacob walked out of the room with Evelyn for good, I twirled Heather around and pushed her against one of the bookcases. Breasts pressed against the books, she sucked in a sharp breath.

“You get one chance,” I growled into her ear, loosening my tie. “Where were you last night?”

Instead of answering me, she threw her elbow into my ribs. I caught her elbow, yanked off my tie, and tied her arms behind her back so she couldn’t elbow me, so she couldn’t hit me, so she knew who was in control.

“My dad is going to walk in on us,” she said. “Let me go.”

A low chuckle escaped my throat, and I popped off one of her shirt buttons. “Let him walk back in then, Heather. I’ll teach him how brats like you need to be punished so they learn. Because he’s done a shit job teaching you respect, you’re going to learn respect from a master.”

CHAPTERTWELVE

HEATHER

Hectorbent me over his desk and sank his hand between my legs from behind, pushing his hand up my tennis skirt and cupping my wet pussy. “Of course, a dirty little slut like you isn’t wearing any panties to come see me.”

“I’m not here to see you,” I gritted out.

“Bullshit,” he growled. “We both know you’re only here to tease me.”

My nipples hardened against his desk, my pussy clenching.Fuck.

While one of his hands popped off my shirt buttons, he pushed one finger into my entrance. I clenched hard and bit back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making me feel good. He didn’t deserve it.

Because he was right. I was here to see him, to show him what he had missed out on if he was really with Evelyn last night. If he had been, then he would never get to be inside me ever again.

“No back talk this time, Butterfly?” he taunted. “I must be right.”

Butterfly?!

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