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Yes,
thank
you.

I
pivoted
abruptly,
unable
to
look
into
those
cold
blue
eyes
for
another
moment.

*
*
*
*

That
night
at
home
I
couldn't
get
him
out
of
my
head.
I
was
thankful
I
hadn't
had
class
tonight
because
my
mind
was
stuck
on
one
topic

Magnus
Gray.


And
his
hands,
his
mouth.

I
shuddered
as
I
climbed
into
bed
naked,
finding
myself
wet
again
for
the
tenth
time
since
I'd
gotten
home.
The
throbbing
between
my
legs
begged
for
my
attention.

I
thought
I
might
die
if
he
didn't
touch
me
again,
and
my
imagination
had
been
in
overdrive
all
evening
with
the
ways
he
could
do
it.

Yeah,
right.
It
was
a
momentary
lapse
of
judgment
on
his
part.
Probably
one
of
many.

Surrendering
to
my
fantasies,
I
closed
my
eyes,
picturing
my
sexy
boss's
face
and
how
he
had
looked
at
me
before
he'd
kissed
me

those
blue
eyes
narrowing
with
lust.
The
little
pink
toy
I
hadn't
used
in
ages
came
in
handy.
The
remembered
feel
of
his
lips
pressed
against
mine
and
his
hands
on
my
skin
so
near
my
breast
made
me
moan.
My
pussy
clenched,
and
I
groaned
in
frustration
at
being
in
bed
alone
and
at
thinking
I
had
a
chance
with
Magnus
Gray.

My
body
didn't
care
whether
I
had
a
chance
or
not.
Reliving
the
feel
of
his
hard
cock
against
my
stomach
when
he
kissed
me,
I
exploded
into
a
thousand
pieces,
crying
out
into
the
darkness
of
my
bedroom.


Magnus,

I
whispered.

My
panting
didn't
stop
for
some
time
as
my
pussy
clenched
over
and
over.
I
hadn't
come
so
hard
in
years.

I
rolled
over
after
a
while,
hoping
to
sleep
as
tears
spilled
onto
my
pillow.
Magnus
Gray
had
reduced
me
to
a
lovesick
fifteen
-
year
-
old
in
a
day.

*
*
*
*


Ms.
Louis,
I'd
like
to
see
you
in
my
office.

Magnus
Gray
peeked
into
my
office
without
knocking.
His
brow
was
furrowed.


Now?

I
dropped
the
pad
of
paper
I
was
scrawling
notes
on.


Right
now.

My
heart
thundered
as
he
closed
the
door
behind
him.

He's
going
to
fire
me.

Dread
ran
through
me.

What
a
fool
I
am.

I
took
my
time
and
brushed
my
hair
and
reapplied
lip
gloss.
If
I
was
going
down,
I
was
going
to
look
good.
And
I
had
dressed
for
the
occasion
of
seducing
the
boss.
I
wore
a
slightly
low

cut,
purple
V-necked
silk
blouse
and
matching
black
skirt.
A
lacy
lavender
bra
and
panties
set
completed
the
outfit,
along
with
garters
and
nude
hose.

Squaring
my
shoulders,
I
made
what
seemed
like
a
mile
long
walk
to
Mr.
Gray's
office.
I
knocked,
half
hoping
he
wouldn't
let
me
in.


Come
in.

I
entered,
standing
just
inside
the
door.


Lock
it.

My
heart
leapt
in
anxiety.

This
is
going
to
be
bad.
I'll
set
a
record
for
losing
a
job
in
one
day.

I
locked
the
door
and
slowly
turned
to
Magnus.
He'd
covered
the
space
between
us,
and
he
stood
just
inches
from
me,
leaning
against
the
doorjamb
and
hovering
over
me,
leaning
in
to
my
personal
space.

I
couldn't
breathe.


I
take
back
what
I
said
last
night.
I
don't
apologize
for
what
happened.


Oh.

My
nipples
hardened
under
his
gaze.


When
I
hired
you,
I
knew
I
wanted
you
right
beside
me
where
you
would
only
be
mine.
Your
writing
is
only
one
reason
why
I
paid
you
so
much.
The
other
was
to
ensure
that
you
would
be
here
by
me.

The
possessiveness
in
his
words
made
me
shiver.

I
see.

I
felt
like
an
idiot,
but
what
did
a
woman
say
to
something
like
that?


But
it
isn't
just
about
the
sex
or
how
attractive
you
are
to
me.
I'm
used
to
getting
what
I
want.

Magnus
traced
my
jawline
with
a
warm
finger.

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