Page 23 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Eighteen

"Marcie, where's Shay?" Morgan asked, trying to sound casual. It was Wednesday morning, and she was feeling refreshed but still uneasy about the temp.

The receptionist looked up from her computer. "Oh, she had a dentist appointment and won't be in until after ten or so."

Morgan's whole body relaxed as she took a deep breath. Good. I won't have to watch her for a little while. She started to walk away from Marcie's desk but was soon stopped by the other woman's voice.

"While you're here, Mr. Slade told me to have you run an errand." Marcie stood up with a note in her hand.

Morgan furrowed her brows. She hadn't seen her boss yet this morning. He had an early meeting at someone else's building. If he wanted me to do something, why didn't he just email or message me? Morgan had never been given an errand through Marcie before.

Worry filled her. Was it too convenient that Shay and Connor were both out of the office this morning? Morgan started to feel sick to her stomach, but she tried to calm herself as she took the note from Marcie. It looked like it was in her handwriting. Had Mr. Slade called her with instructions? Why hadn't he called Morgan?

The note was simple. "Pick up dry cleaning." There was an address at the bottom, presumably the store's. Was this fucking real?

"Dry cleaning?" She held the note out to Marcie as if she didn't already know what it said.

Marcie shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes he runs out of time."

Morgan stood there for several seconds, thinking. Was this all too convenient? Finally, she shrugged herself while dropping the note back onto Marcie's desk. "All right. I guess I'll be back soon."

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"Stupid fucks," Connor swore to himself in his car.

The meeting that had been scheduled for this morning had all of a sudden been cancelled. Apparently, there had been a mix up with the other party's availability. Connor thumped his hand on his steering wheel. One thing he hated above almost anything else was wasted time. He had driven all the way across town for nothing.

"Idiots." He growled in frustration as he started his Lexus. "Maybe, I'll just have to rid myself of some of my stress with Ms. White when I get to the office."

He exhaled roughly as an image of her naked ass being paddled came into his mind. Just this had his hands relaxing on the wheel. He growled again, but this time, he was thinking about pounding his cock deep inside her. During times like this, Connor definitely appreciated having a more permanent girl around the office. It was starting to be about much more than just the sex, though. An image of her smiling face floated through his head, soothing him more.

Darkness filled his thoughts as he started to drive toward Slade, Inc. Was his appetite for Morgan making her happy? Before, as long as his temp showed up after agreeing, he worried very little about her emotional state. As long as the woman wanted to be his sexual release, he was good. Morgan was different, though. This fact made him pleased, but at the same time, annoyed. It was like she held some power over him and that made him uncomfortable.

Connor sped down the highway, way too fast to be considered safe. "Morgan, I'm not going to continue to feel guilty for being selfish." He spoke the words out loud but knew they weren't true.

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