Page 36 of Boss of Her

As Simone disappeared upstairs, Jade reached into the box in front of her and grabbed a handful of files. Simone didn’t seem interested in anything other than work this evening. But that didn’t stop Jade from picturing her boss upstairs in her bedroom, kicking off her heels, slipping out of her dress, her bra tossed aside to reveal her bare breasts…

Jade picked up her drink and took a long swig, fortifying herself as she began searching through the files. But five minutes and half a glass later, she still hadn’t found what she was looking for.

“Hard at work as ever, I see.”

Jade spun around. Simone was standing just a few feet away, but she’d been so engrossed in her search that she hadn’t noticed her.

Jade was certainly noticing her now. Simone had swapped out her work clothes for a pale silk robe, belted at the waist, the same robe she’d worn the morning after she brought Jade to her mansion for the first time. And she was still wearing her heels.

Simone sashayed over to where Jade stood. “Do you have any idea how hard this has been? Having you in my office every single day, without being able to so much as touch you?”

Jade’s heart began to pound. Simone had let her hair down, her long blonde locks cascading over her shoulders. But it did little to soften the intensity of her expression, the hunger in her gaze.

Her eyes never leaving Jade’s, Simone reached around her, picking up her own drink from the dining table. She took a long sip, leaving a ruby-red lip print behind on the rim of the glass.

“You’ve been taunting me,” she said, “tempting me, all day long. And now? Now, I finally get to give you what you so desperately need.”

“I…” Jade glanced at the files on the table behind her. “I haven’t found those development plans yet.”

She cursed to herself. Why had she said that? Work was the last thing on her mind, but Simone had her too flustered to think straight. It didn’t help that she could see the faint outline of lacy lingerie under Simone’s robe.

“Forget the plans. They don’t matter. What matters is that I want you, right here, right now. But first…” Simone plucked the toothpick from her drink, slipping it into her mouth and sucking the cherry from it. “You’ve been teasing me all week. I think a little punishment is in order.”

Punishment?What did Simone mean by that?

Why was Jade suddenly so eager to find out?

She lowered her gaze, peering up at Simone from underneath her eyelashes. “If that’s what you think, Mistress.”

The slightest hint of a smile crossed Simone’s lips. She plucked Jade’s drink from her hand and set both their glasses down on the antique cabinet before turning back to Jade.

“Turn around,” she said. “And put your hands behind your back.”

Jade turned to face the dining table. Her pulse raced. She’d obeyed Simone’s order without question, without thought. Why did her body react to Simone that way? Why did Jade yearn to obey her, to serve her, to beusedby her? It didn’t make sense. But at the same time, it felt natural.

And the moment Simone’s hands touched her wrists, every thought in her mind crumbled to dust. She was under Simone’s spell, hers to command. And she wanted nothing more.

Simone drew Jade’s wrists together behind her back. “Keep your hands like that.”

A second later, something cool and silky-smooth touched her wrists.Is Simone tying my hands together?

Jade didn’t dare turn and look. But she could feel the silken rope tighten around her wrists, could feel it twist and tug as Simone tied a firm knot. And when she was done, Jade pulled at her wrists experimentally, but the rope held fast.

Simone spoke from behind her, her lips tickling Jade’s ear. “Now I have you just the way I want you.”

Jade’s breath trembled. She turned to face Simone. Her robe was wide open now, the silk belt tied around Jade’s wrists. And underneath the robe, Simone wore a lacy bra and matching panties in a dark crimson, rich and deep against her pale skin.

“Did I tell you to turn around?” Simone asked.

Jade’s cheeks flushed. “No.”

“Then turn back around.”

Jade did as she was told. Why did Simone’s rebukes make her just as hot as the woman’s praise did?

But Simone’s next command made her even hotter. “Bend over the table.”

Jade leaned her body on the table, the hard wood cool against the side of her face. But inside, she burned.

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