“What does he look like?” Leanne asked, and Mandy peeked through the crack in the door and whistled.
“To die for, but he doesn’t look best pleased at being kept waiting.”
Leanne smoothed the clingy black dress down her thighs, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
“There you are. Finally.” His raspy voice held a hint of censure and Leanne sank to her knees.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Forgive me.”
She held her breath as he stepped up to her.
“Very nice, but I haven’t earned that privilege yet, pet.”
He smiled and held out his hand.
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