Page 114 of Square Deal

Even if we were ten time zones away, he still made time to call or text me every day, or send me something that let me know he was thinking of me.

Still, I would have given up all of that to have him here all the time.

Everything with him was serendipity, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was living on borrowed time.

Isaac

Can’t wait to see you tonight, Princess. Heads up: the package on your desk should be opened in private.

The text interrupted my thoughts, and I fired off a quick ‘I love you.’

I was borderline giddy that he was going to be in town for thirty-six hours. I slipped my phone into my handbag as I hurried through the lobby of the inn.

Life was good.

True to his word, there was a box on my desk waiting to be unwrapped. Unlike his—or Spenser’s—usual affinity for big white boxes with gold ribbon, this one was small. It was matte black with a shiny black ribbon. Sleek.

I glanced at the door. No one was in the hallway when I walked through the admin wing, but better safe than sorry. I flipped the lock on my office door before shimmying the lid off the box.

I couldn’t help myself. I cupped my palm over my mouth and laughed. As if he was counting down the seconds until I punctually entered my office at exactly five minutes until nine in the morning, Isaac texted again.

Isaac

Open the box yet?

Hannah Jane

Is this what I think it is?

Isaac

Put them on and find out.

I fingered the silk fabric and thanked my lucky stars I’d lockedmy door. After turning on the device as instructed, I slid the panties up my thighs. The smooth bullet felt good settling against my pussy. A rush of adrenaline surged through my extremities.

I pawed through the black tissue paper and looked for the remote.There was always a remote, right?

A soft hum filled the room, and I gasped. My phone lit up.

Isaac

Don’t even think about taking them off.

I whimpered and smacked the call button. As soon as it connected, I snapped. “Isaac Lawson, you turn these off right now. I have clients coming in for a tour in ten minutes!”

His chuckle was dark. Promising. Ruthless. It sent a shiver down my spine. “I can get quite a lot of work done in ten minutes. Shall we see how much you canfinish?”

“Isaac,” I hissed, dropping down into my desk chair. “I am at work. What the hell were you thinking?! I’m taking them off.”

“That’s not how this works, Princess.”

Isaac was delusional if he thought he was going to get away with using that tone with me.

Some girls got off on being bossed around, and I wasn’t afraid to admit that I liked it when he took charge in the bedroom. But at nine in the morning in my office? Hell no. I would not bow and kiss his fuckboy pinky ring.

“Sweetheart,” I said with a twisted smile on my face. “I hope you’re on good terms with Jesus, because you’re fixin’ to meet him.”

Isaac chuckled again, but this time it was lighter. “I love it when you get all southern on me. Sometimes I piss you off just so I can hear you say shit like that.”

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