Page 34 of Dominate Me

Before I could speak, the click of him disconnecting echoed in my ear.

How in the heck was I going to do that?

With every step I took to my bathroom, in order to get ready for my quick stop at the office and then the law firm, the plug moved. It rubbed against parts of me that shouldn’t stir the physical responses I was having.

Should it?

I didn’t know, but the entire morning I was completely distracted, thoughts of taking care of myself the only thing on my mind.

By the time I arrived at his law firm in Grand Rapids, I’d already had to change my panties once.

I was wet.

I wanted to rip out the plug and end this sadistic game he’d started.

I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to make me come so I could end this.

And I still had an appointment to get through, one that demanded my concentration.

Heck with that. Like that was possible.

“Haley Portsmouth for Mr. Bauer,” I said as politely as possible to the woman behind a large desk in the entryway to Rhodes and Associates. It was on the top floor of the sixth-story building, and didn’t seem as pretentious as other law offices I’d stepped foot inside. Yet, with the rich woodwork and thick carpets and gorgeous artwork, it was several steps in class above the law firm I’d used for my divorce.

I waited patiently while the beautiful woman with caramel-colored skin and slick, black hair that hung straight down to her waist picked up the phone and with her perfectly manicured, hot-pink nails, dialed a number.

After she said a few words, she hung up and directed me to the brown leather chairs with a point of her finger. “He’ll be with you in one moment. Please take a seat.”

“Thank you,” I said, turning to move, but she stopped me.

“Also, Mr. Rhodes wants to see you in his office immediately following your appointment.”

She arched a perfectly sculpted black eyebrow and her eyes narrowed.

“Thank you,” I repeated, barely able to force the clogged words from my dry throat.

Anticipation buzzed along my veins, and I tightened my grip on the accordion folder I’d brought with me for Mr. Bauer.

I had just seated myself when a man with a full head of well-styled gray and white hair entered the waiting room. His light blue eyes set directly on me and he held out his hand. “Haley, I’m Ron Bauer. How are you this morning?”

Pushing myself out of the chair to shake his hand, I startled at the feeling of the plug. Not that I’d forgotten. But as the weight shifted when I stood and slid my palm into Mr. Bauer’s, I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to throttle Jensen.

He was killing me slowly.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Bauer,” I said, trying to ignore tiny sweat beads at the back of my neck. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me so quickly. I know that it’s unusual.”

“Ron, please. And yes, it is,” he said, dropping my hand and gesturing for me to head down the hallway. “I’ve also known Mr. Rhodes a long time and I’ve learned to trust his instincts.”

He slid me a look that was nothing less than quizzical.

I looked toward the glass-walled office at the end of the hall, the man inside, the man who’d been with me last night, watching every step. The gleam in his eyes as he set down his phone and twirled a pen in his fingers was predatory. My already frazzled nerves pulled thin.

“This is my office,” Ron said, waving me into a room directly across from Jensen.

Fantastic.

I stumbled a step but quickly found my footing and slid into a chair in front of Ron’s desk.

I sat with my back to Jensen, but while Ron and I spoke about the details of my case, the specifics of my divorce and everything I’d already given to Timothy, and the timing of when I purchased the resort along with when our divorce was actually finalized, the weight of Jensen’s stare burned into the back of my head.

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