Page 4 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Four

Morgan stood still, staring at his office door through her doorway. What the hell was that about? Mr. Slade had seemed anxious to see her, even touch her. So why hadn't he made an effort to see her over the weekend? Maybe she was still his temporary girl.

Morgan shook her head and then covered her face with her hands. Did it mean anything that Mr. Slade always called Marcie by her first name? She sighed, wanting to get rid of all these questions and stress.

Speaking of Marcie, what is she thinking right now? Of course, Morgan knew that the other woman was aware of her “arrangement” with the boss, but she had given her a look of disgust when Morgan was fixing her shirt. Or was it closer to jealousy?

Morgan wanted to scream, but instead, she groaned loudly and removed her hands from her face. Just then, an older gentleman in an expensive looking suit knocked on Mr. Slade's door. She held her breath as Mr. Slade opened it. A very big part of her wanted to rush him, ask him questions, and then demand that he finish what he had just started.

"Mr. Bentley, good to see you again. Come on in." Mr. Slade shook the man's hand.

"Thank you. I hope you have everything ready. I'm on a tight schedule."

"Yes, I'm sure I do. Right, Ms. White?" His stare flicked over to Morgan, who was standing just inside her office doorway.

A spike of terror filled her chest. "Yes, ah, Sir. Let me just make sure." She turned toward her computer.

"Too late, Ms. White." His tone was darker than before.

Morgan turned around to find that the other man had already entered the office. She looked up at her boss, and his eyes were flashing with a sensual threat. She tried to take a deep breath but couldn't. Damn, he is so captivating.

Mr. Slade's lips lifted into a crooked smirk just before he turned to follow the other man. His door soon closed. Her legs felt wobbly so she turned to find her chair. Morgan set her purse on the floor and took a seat.

She was almost certain that last Friday, before she left the office, she had gathered all the reports that Mr. Slade would need for today. Did he already know that but wanted to keep the tension going? If so, it was working. Morgan couldn't deny that it was causing her sexual need to grow. It was causing her need to be punished to grow.

After sitting there for several minutes, catching her breath, Morgan finally got busy on her real work. In fact, she was so busy that she didn't notice that Mr. Slade's meeting had lasted almost until his lunchtime run. She looked up at her clock as she heard his office door open. The other business man let out a loud howling laugh. Morgan cringed.

"Connor, you may be a better bullshitter than your father was."

"Those are quite the shoes to fill, you know."

Morgan heard the men move farther down the hall. Mr. Slade was rarely that friendly with business acquaintances. Maybe this new venture, whatever it was, had him in an overly good mood. Morgan got up from her desk to peek down the hall. Mr. Slade was returning. Her heart jumped into her throat.

She timidly stepped back into her office, waiting. A few seconds later, his head popped into her doorway.

"Ms. White, I really need to head out on my run. When I return, I expect my normal supplies to be ready. Plus, I need you waiting as well."

"Waiting?"

"Yes, that meeting was long. I think I could benefit from some time with you." His eyes seemed to brighten. "Will that be a problem? Are you too busy?" His tone was playful, and Morgan loved this side of him.

Her tone was also playful as she answered. "Well, my boss keeps me on a short leash, but I think I can spare a few minutes for you." Morgan grinned girlishly.

"Don't be late." His eyes narrowed.

"Yes, Mr. Slade." She wanted to kiss him then, but he was gone.

Morgan rubbed her hands together in anticipation. In these moments, she felt the closest to him. In that sweet conversation, she had felt more like his girlfriend. This was what she was dying for. These little moments where she felt like he needed her.

Morgan inhaled deeply before returning to her desk. Yes, Connor. I'll be waiting for you.

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