I grasped her chin, a smirk playing on my lips. "Then bark for , rember, like a little dog!"
She shot a seductive glance, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Can I purr like a cat instead?"
"No, bark like a little dog!" I commanded, giving her a playful slap on her behind. She let out a surprised yelp, her mouth slightly agape, her gaze enticing!
"Didn’t you promise to obey my orders, no matter what they were? Are you refusing the first request?"
I watched her, my expression a mix of amusent and challenge. In that mont, her deanor was one of timidity, yet I could discern the quickening of her breath, a surefire sign of her mounting anger.
"You seem to take pleasure in tornting ," she accused.
With a huff of indignation, she commanded, "Enough! Stop the recording."
I complied, pressing pause. "As you wish."
She nodded, her cheeks ablaze with a rosy hue. Parting her lips, she began to emit soft barks. "Woof, woof!"
"Twice more!" I demanded.
"Woof, woof!"
"Not loud enough, project with more force!"
"Woof, woof!"
The woman who had once driven to distraction was now barking like a dog in front of . A sense of triumph and satisfaction coursed through , causing every pore to tingle.
The sensation was exhilarating!
She drew a shaky breath, "Happy now? Master!"
Her words set off a firework of emotion within .
No wonder mature won were so appealing; a simple gesture of approval and they knew precisely how to respond.
"I find that title rather fitting. Use it when we are alone, understood?"
"Go to hell! You think you can manipulate with a re project assistant position!" Mia retorted, swatting my hand away. "Only if you guarantee two deals a month!"
"That will depend on your level of sincerity," I responded ambiguously.
Did she really think she could outmaneuver with such a negotiation tactic?
"You wish to see my heart?" Mia challenged, beckoning with a finger.
"Very well, after work, co ho with and I’ll show you to your heart’s content!"
This woman was undoubtedly a master of manipulation.
I seized her abruptly. "A small down paynt, if you will. I must take my leave."
With that, I made my exit. Lingering any longer would have been a test of my self-restraint.
Such won were enjoyable to flirt with, but if things escalated, they could easily ensnare you.
However, they were also simple to manipulate; all it took was giving them what they desired.
At present, I lacked that capacity. Descending to my workstation, I was consud by a sense of illicit excitent.
I downed a glass of iced water in an attempt to douse the flas of desire.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text ssage. Upon opening it, I was taken aback.
From the attire, it was clearly Mia. Fearful of leaving a trace, she had opted to send provocative photos via text.
In this sweltering heat, she was inciting to the brink of desperation. Was she courting disaster?
Instant regret washed over , and I hastily typed a response.
William: [Are you still there?]
At tis, n could be so easily swayed by their physical urges, reason be damned!
Her reply was swift.
Mia: [You have five minutes!]
William: [I’ll be right there!]
I felt every cell in my body pulsating with anticipation. The mory of Mia barking like a dog made yearn to exact a fitting punishnt.
But just as I rose and took a few steps, a chilling voice halted , "lody, I’d like a mont of your ti!"
The voice was akin to a bucket of icy water dousing my ardor. "lody, what can I do for you?"
"Do you think I would summon you without cause?" lody’s face was a mask of frosty indifference. "The vice president wishes to see you upstairs."
Upstairs? The rooftop?
A wave of panic washed over . Could she possibly know?
"What are you waiting for? The vice president is expecting you!"
The vice president?
So it wasn’t about Mia and .
A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I hurriedly followed lody. What could the vice president possibly want with ?
In the elevator, curiosity got the better of . "lody, do you know why the vice president wants to see ?"
"You’ll find out soon enough," she replied curtly.
Damn her aloofness.
An idea struck . "lody, is your back feeling better? Would you like to massage it for you? I learned from a doctor back in my hotown!" I extended my hand towards her, catching a glimpse of fear flashing in her eyes. "William, what are you trying to do?" she questioned, her voice laced with panic.
"Rember, this is a professional environnt," she warned sternly. "If you dare to cross any boundaries, I won’t hesitate to have you fired, even arrested."
"Alright," I replied, retracting my hand. "I can see the pain etched on your face with every step you take. Why put on a brave front? Once we et the vice president, I’ll help you. I assure you, my intentions are pure. If I cross the line, you have my permission to fire ."
I pondered over my actions, realizing that winning her heart was going to be a slow process, requiring to chip away at her defenses gradually.
"No ans no, William!" she snapped. "If you dare to lay a hand on my waist, you’ll regret it!"
Ignoring her stern warning, I allowed the silence to engulf us. The elevator seed to be taking longer than usual to reach the boss’s office, which was only two floors above. We both felt a sense of unease creeping in.
Suddenly, the elevator lights flickered and went out; the cool air blasting from the vents above stopped.
The power was out!
lody gasped. "Oh no, I completely forgot! The power company sent a notice this morning about a scheduled power outage at one o’clock!"
She berated herself. "How could I forget sothing so crucial!"
In the pitch-black elevator, she began pounding on the walls, calling for help. "Soone, please! We’re trapped in the elevator!"
The elevator jolted violently, the tallic creaking sound making my heart skip a beat. "Stop banging, lody! Do you want us to plumt to our deaths?" I warned her. With the power outage, the elevator shaft had ceased functioning. Any sudden movents could prove fatal.
She seed to understand the gravity of the situation. "Alright, I’ll stop. But what do we do now?"
"Co here, don’t be scared. Stay close to ."
I reached out in the darkness, my hand finding hers. She didn’t resist. Her body was trembling, her voice shaky. She had once ntioned her fear of the dark and mild claustrophobia.
"Don’t worry, I’m here," I assured her, seizing the opportunity to hold her hand. Under normal circumstances, she would have slapped , but in this mont of fear, she clung to tightly.
"I didn’t bring my phone. Do you have yours?" she asked.
I did have my phone, but could I risk showing her the compromising photos with Mia? And how could I let go of such a golden opportunity? Ten Mias couldn’t compare to one lody.
"No, I left in a hurry. My phone is on my desk," I lied.
"What do we do now? Everyone’s probably taking a nap at this hour,
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