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He winked as he buttoned his jacket before walking away. He left me flabbergasted and I couldn’t even get a word in about his friend, Jude.

Fuck him for getting in my head, but that wouldn’t stop me from dishing out the punishment she deserved for flirting in front of me and assuming something. She needed to realize who she belonged to. I stood up, walking through the room, seeing her take pictures, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Valencia left the room shortly after and I followed her. She walked to a little hallway and went into a room. I ran, quick enough to grab the door before it closed and slid into the room before someone saw me.

“Excuse—”

Her words fell when she noticed me. I didn’t give her enough time to say anything, pushing her against the nearest wall, using my body to keep her there.

“I talk, you listen,” I clipped. “Got it?”

She stared at me as her nostrils flared.

“Got it?” I nipped her lip.

She shook her head.

“Words, Valencia,” I growled.

“Yes, Boss,” she said softly.

I was normally called sir with the occasional Mister, but never Boss.

“When you leave, you will go straight to my apartment. I expect you in your jacket, either naked or lingerie underneath,” I said, leaning down. “Tonight, you will learn what it means to be mine and that I do not like anyone flirting or touching what is mine. What time will you be done here?”

She shivered against me.

“I don’t know, I figured I would stay till it ended,” she whispered, as I trailed a finger down her chest.

“I’m going home, and I expect you to text me when you are done and on your way to me,” I said firmly. “And don’t think about not coming over.”

“Ok, Boss,” she whimpered when I pushed my erection against her.

“I’ll see you soon,” I said, kissed her forehead, and forced myself to leave before I fucked her here.

I left the room without thinking when I ran into Easton just outside of the door. He raised a brow at me.

“Don’t fucking start with me,” I snapped, getting irritated at so many people seeming to know shit I didn’t want them to know.

“I was hoping it was you.” He grinned. “I’ll tell her to leave soon. Bye, Hunty!”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname that Genevieve had used with me and now our circle of friends. He left without saying anything else and I grabbed my coat before leaving. The snow had started to come down harder and I worried that I should have waited for her. As I parked in the garage of my condo, I shot out a text to Valencia.

Me: if you need me to pick you up, let me know.

I didn’t expect an answer but when my phone buzzed, excitement rushed through me.

Valencia: I’m on my way.

I smiled, feeling a lot less angry, even though I still wanted to punish her. Ideas flooded my mind when I decided on what I wanted to do as I went up to my condo. I sent off a message to the front desk that Valencia was coming to see me and to let me know when they sent her up.

As soon as I walked in, I went into my bedroom to change into something more comfortable before going into the room I hadn’t yet used. You could call it my sex room, but it had always been so much more. It wasn’t as elaborate as most sex rooms. It had a four-post bed with a grid system above it so I could use different restraints that also traveled to different parts of the room.

The room was in dark browns and earth tones and it was meant to be intimidating, but inviting. The rooms at the Atelier had gone with the dark and dungeony vibes, but I wanted something different. Grabbing what I needed, I set up everything before lighting a few candles.

My phone buzzed alerting me that Valencia was coming up and anticipation made me hornier. I opened the door, waited for her, seeing her walking to me in nothing but a trench coat. My brow rose as I wondered what she had underneath.

She walked through the door like she owned the condo. Once I closed the door, she let the trench coat fall to the floor to reveal her in the skimpiest lingerie. She had so much skin on display my mouth dried, not expecting this.

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