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“Excuse me, sir. But you want my p-panties?” She can hardly get the words out, and I want to smile.

I check my watch and then look back at her. “You’ve already used up twenty minutes of my day with your tardiness. When you come to work unprepared, you lose an item of clothing. That is what my time costs. Do you understand?”

She swallows hard, and her cheeks flush pink. “Yes, sir.”

“Take off your panties and put them on my desk. Once you’ve made your apology, we can finally begin. Otherwise, I’m not going to take your eagerness for this job seriously.”

I take a step back, but I don’t look away as I wait for her to make her decision. Maybe this is too far too fast, but I can’t stop myself. I put my hands back in my pockets as I watch her walk to the edge of my desk and place her bag on the ground next to it. Then while she’s bent over, she reaches under her skirt with both hands and quickly pulls them down her legs.

My mouth waters as I see the pale purple cotton that matches her bow dangle from her fingers. She places them gently in the middle of my desk and then turns around to face me. She’s got her hands folded together in front of her, and she’s looking down at the ground in submission.

“Good girl,” I say, and her head snaps up. “Now shall we begin?”

“Yes, sir.” I don’t miss the slight smile she gives me as I nod my approval.

“I’d like to begin with you taking notes.” I pretend to be unaffected as I go around my desk and pluck the panties off of it. I deposit them into the drawer while taking out a laptop and handing it to her. “This is yours now.”

“Really?” Her eyes light up as she looks it over. “Thank you, sir.”

“I want you to take good care of it and make sure it’s with you at all times.” She nods as I point to the seat beside my desk. “You’re going to write down everything I say, and then we can review the notes at the end of the day. This will help you learn what I do while I continue to work.”

“Sounds good.” She beams and takes a seat. “Sir.”

Her chair is facing me, and her knees are squeezed tightly together so I can’t get a peek up her skirt. It’s both infuriating and tempting all at the same time.

As I lean back in my chair and read over recent financial decisions I’ve made, I slide my hand under my desk and rub my cock. Tinsley is taking notes quickly as I stick my leg out so my cock has room to stretch down the inside of my thigh.

I’m so fucking hard, but right now all I can do is tease myself. Giving her a job was either the best idea I’ve ever had or it’s going to be my own personal hell.

Chapter Five

TINSLEY

The happiness from the first day at my new job fades the instant I step inside my house. My stepmother Anne is waiting, and before I can say a word, she grabs a hold of my shoulder and drags me toward the stairs.

“Where have you been?” she hisses.

Normally no one cares where I am. Of course, the first time I’m away from home and doing something that makes me happy, she’s looking for me.

“I went to the coffee shop to work on homework,” I lie. Anne rolls her eyes at me while her nails dig in a little deeper. The feel of them makes me wince.

“Get upstairs and change. We have dinner guests that will be here shortly,” she orders before releasing her hold on me. “And take that stupid thing out of your hair. How old are you?”

“Ah!” I yelp when she snatches the bow from my hair, taking a few strands with it.

“I left a dress for you on the bed. Now go!”

I want to tell her to give me my bow back, but I know better than to push her. Instead, I hurry up the stairs like she told me to.

I’ve never been ordered to have dinner with them before. It’s strange, but maybe my father requested it. He and my stepmother tend to go out most nights. Or at least on the nights he’s home.

When I enter my bedroom, I see a black dress laid out for me. I hate that she was in my space, and I also hate the color black. The dark color makes me think of Callum and how it suits him. For me, it feels depressing.

There’s a tag on the dress, and when I see the brand name and how much it cost, my eyes widen. Whoever their guests are, my father and stepmother are pulling out all the stops.

My door swings open, and my stepsister Willow barges into my bedroom without knocking. "Mom wanted me to bring you these." She tosses a pair of heels onto my bed and then points her perfectly painted gold fingernail at me. "Don't scuff them."

"I have my own heels."

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