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Beckett: In what sense?

Arianne: It’s too long to explain via text.

Walking commando when you’re wearing a white skirt is the kiss of death.

Beckett: When I give you a command, I expect you to follow it.

Arianne: What’s up with this ‘command’ business? You’re technically not my boss! I’m a consultant.

Beckett: Semantics, dear friend. Semantics. You know as well as I do, I **AM** the boss of you. I proved it last night.

Not that I needed any more incentive than last night’s saucy images incessantly flashing in front of my eyes, but the reminder just soaked my panties.

Arianne: You’re exerting excessive power, Mr. Christensen. What kind of friendship is this?

Beckett: By the time I’m done with you, Miss Buchanan, you’ll learn. You’re mine. Mine to boss around. Mine to command. MINE! Enough with this back and forth. Get your fine ass up here.

The dominance in those words is my undoing.

Beckett: Just so we’re clear, I want you up here ASAP! Don’t make me come down there and get you.

The warning is so forceful. So thrilling.

I don’t have an ounce of rebellion in me, but for some strange inexplicable reason, I’d love nothing more than to test his limits.

“Is everything okay?” Flora asks.

My eyes fly up.

Everyone in the room is staring at me

Get a grip.

You don’t want the five people around the table to read you like an open book.

“I’m sorry, Flora. It appears Beckett has an urgent matter he’d like to discuss.”

“Of course. It’s getting late anyway. Let’s wrap it up and we can have another meeting tomorrow.”

“That sounds great,” I say.

The other team members nod their agreement.

Meeting adjourned!

I gather my things and dash out of the conference room.

Another message flashes across my screen as I head to the elevators.

Beckett: Someone is in big trouble. I hope you’re on your way.

I quicken my step.

When I reach the executive floor, it’s almost deserted.

I shimmy as fast as I can to Beckett’s office.

I catch my breath before knocking.

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