Page 5 of The Assignment: Room 3

“That’s okay, Jenna. I’m not here to force you into anything. Do I think you enjoy this club more than you care to admit? Yes. But everything here is consensual. It’s about whatyouwant, not everyone else.”

“I’ll email you about the security software. I shouldn’t have come.”

“Don’t worry about it. You did nothing wrong. Come to my office, we’ll have a drink, and we can talk business. There’s no need for you to run away or be embarrassed.”

She eyes me warily. “Why didn’tyoutouch me just now?”

“I didn’t have your permission.”

“And if I gave it to you?”

“Ifyou had, I would’ve fucked you in front of everyone on this floor. Submissives would want to be in your position, taking my dick like a good little girl. The Doms would want your mouth wrapped around their cocks.”

Her cheeks flush so red you’d think I’d caned her. “Flex…”

“Don’t worry, Jenna. I’m not going to do anything. Tell me this, though. Why haven’t you set the record straight with Dalton and Nad?”

“What do you mean?”

“They think we fucked the night Dalton’s mom died. They saw you in nothing but my suit jacket.”

“It’s none of their business.”

“It is when Dalton gave me strict instructionsnotto fuck you.”

“Well, it’s not his place to decide who I sleep with. You guys all think I’m so vanilla.”

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. “So, you don’t want them to know that you spilled a drink down your dress because that would make you vanilla?”

“No.”

I consider her for a moment. “Youlikethe idea that they think we slept together.”

“Shut up, Flex.”

“Do you fantasize about how I’d rock your world?”

“You’re so obnoxious. Why do submissives put up with you?”

“Because my dick is huge, and I know how to use it. I could make you beg me to suck my cock if I wanted. Tonight.”

I give her my arm to steady herself as we head downstairs to my office.

“What makes you think I’d beg?”

“Because you were more than willing to spread your legs with just a few words from me. There’s a reason you come here, Jenna. You’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet.”

“And what’s that, oh wise one?”

“You’re not as vanilla as you believe yourself to be.”

“Just because I’ve been here a few times doesn’t mean anything.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” I say with a sly grin.

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