“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.
“Get
up.”
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