Page 65 of Shadowed Obsession

Better than I expected.

Scar

Glad to hear it.

Got something for you.

Should I be afraid?

Scar

Only if you don’t follow instructions.

What is that supposed to mean?

Scar

Tell me when you get to your office and lock the door.

Careful now.

I don’t take kindly to orders.

Scar

That’s a lie. I know the filth you listen to.

I’ll have you know that listening to men whimper has increased my productivity by at least 80%. Thank you very much.

Scar

Sure it has. Freak.

When I get back from lunch, I find a small pink gift box on my desk, topped with a bow and a note that reads, “open me for stress relief.” This is the perfect sentence to lure me into a white van. Of course, I’ll bite.

The door is locked.

Scar

Good girl.

Open the box and give me an answer.

I remove the lid and silk drawstring bag to discover a small red toy with a clit and a G-spot stimulator inside that makes me gasp. There’s a tiny remote in there, too, and my face flames under the notion of us not only crossing this line, but happily orgasming over it. I peek over my shoulder as if someone could see and set it back down to text him back.

Is this because of the video I sent the other day?

You can’t expect me to use this right now.

Scar

That’s exactly what this is about.

What’s your answer?

You can say no.

I don’t want to say no, but if I say yes, what am I agreeing to? The video I sent was only to tease him back. Maybe I took it too far. I’m not usually that bold or comfortable, and I should’ve known it would come back to bite me in the ass sooner or later.

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