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The wind was yanked from my sails. I’d believed the hype, the ridiculous rumors. Why would a man like Zach Blackwell risk everything he’d created and all he owned for a ridiculous game? “Wait a minute. You planted the information. Didn’t you?”

He laughed. “That’s entirely possible, Ms. Capshaw. You weren’t fooling anyone, least of all me. I had an inkling you were interested. I wanted to see how far you’d go. Now, I know.”

I’d be damned.

“Well, okay then. I think. I’m sorry I broke into your files. I just was trying to better myself.” Now that sounded ridiculous.

“Yes, I can totally understand that. However, what you did is a fire-able offense.”

“Oh, please don’t do that. You have no clue how much I need this job.” My stomach was instantly doing flip-flops.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

Why did I suddenly have the idea this man was my benefactor? I was suddenly stiff and cold. The other shoe was going to drop. “Well, if there’s anything I can do to keep you from firing me, I’ll do it. I really don’t break the law on a normal basis. I’ve just had a rough few weeks. Years. What am I saying?” I laughed nervously.

He rocked in his seat, looking out the window for a few seconds. “I tell you what. This is an act that does need punishment. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Um, yes. I would.”

“Then I think we can work something out.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I didn’t know this man. Being intimate only meant you’d learned when pleasure struck them by their grunts and growls.

And Zach Blackwell was as demonstrative as any man I’d been with.

That didn’t mean I had a single clue about how his mind worked or what game he was playing.

But my instinct told me his hold over me, the determined domination fueled by my indiscretions, had been a plan in the making.

“Let me think,” he mused while scratching his jaw.

He was purposely drawing this out, ensuring I was an uncomfortable as humanly possible. A thought dawned finally as if a light from heaven had shined down on the earth. While I might not know anything truly personal about Zach, I was keenly aware he wasn’t careless or stupid.

“I think I have the perfect method. Quick, resourceful, and while painful, a damn good reminder that rules were established for a reason.”

“Just spit it out, Mr. Blackwell. I can tell you’re eager to do so. What will it be, community service? Shining your shoes for a week? Serving you caviar and champagne?” A little warning sound buzzed in my brain that I was pushing my luck, but I was exhausted, furious with myself, and angry with the world. Not a good combination.

“Fine, Ms. Capshaw. I’ll go easy on you since you seem to be a very good employee with an exemplary record. However, such an egregious activity can’t go without paying the price. Consequences in this business mean everything. What do I want in return?”

He tilted his head and crushed his body against the edge of the desk.

“What?” I whispered.

“For you to bare your bottom, lean over my desk, and beg me to spank you.”

CHAPTER 18

Zach

Prim.

Proper.

Perfect.

They were the three words I’d use to describe the outward appearance of the lovely Sara Capshaw. Catching her hiding in my office had dragged my mind from the dark places it had gone since our sinful tryst days before. She’d gone to great lengths to hide her Wild Kitty persona, the tinted glasses preventing me from capturing the color of her eyes. Her clothes were well put together, yet boring to the naked eye. Likely just the way she wanted them to be.

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