Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
There was no reply. She hoped her friend was all right.
Reuben grabbed his laptop, and to her surprise, he sat in an armchair next to the sofa.
Faith played a game on her phone for a while, not knowing what else to do. But as the sky darkened, her fear grew, and she knew she had to distract herself.
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” she asked him.
Reuben frowned, glancing over at her. “Why would you want to know that?”
“I’m asking you questions to get to know you. Things that might take my mind off freaking out and becoming hysterical. Okay? So just tell me. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?”
“Freaking out? It’s not that dark anymore.”
“But there’s a thunderstorm.”
“You don’t like thunder?” he asked.
“Why would I like thunder? Please tell me what your favorite ice cream flavor is.”
“Vanilla.”
She groaned. “Can you please answer truthfully? What if I went to buy you an ice cream, and I got you vanilla?”
“Then I would be happy? Because I had my favorite flavor of ice cream?”
“No one’s favorite flavor is vanilla. You have to choose something else.”
“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know! It’s just the rule.”
“The whole topic is moot since I’d never send you out to get me ice cream.”
“The Prince of Darkness doesn’t eat ice cream, huh?” she grumbled. “Hard to believe that vanilla ice cream is what they serve in hell. I’m certain Satan’s favorite ice cream is way more interesting. Like rum raisin, or strawberry cheesecake, or dulce de leche. Yeah, the Devil definitely likes a bit of dulce de leche.”
“Do you think I come from Hell?”
“Um. No.” Drat.
“I cannot believe we are having this conversation,” he muttered.
“I can’t believe you love vanilla ice cream.”
“I didn’t say I loved it. I said it was my favorite.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” she asked.
“No, because I don’t really like ice cream. Vanilla is just the least offensive of them all.”
Faith gasped. “What kind of monster doesn’t like ice cream?”
He just shot her a look. “You’re getting very sassy for someone who likes to sit comfortably.”
Huh?
Wait. Was he saying . . . ?
“Hey! You can’t spank me!” What the heck?
“Why not?”
“Um, because I’m your employee and that’s harassment.”
“And what if I decide that you’re no longer my employee?” he asked smoothly.
“You . . . you can’t do that. Are you firing me? I need this job. Is this about me messing up your calendar yesterday? I won’t touch it ever again. I swear.”
“Easy, Blossom,” he soothed. Leaning over, he placed his hand on the back of her neck. “Stop panicking.”
Right. Because she could just stop panicking because he told her to. Contrary to what he seemed to believe, her body wouldn’t just instantly obey him.
Except she was breathing easier. And the panic was fading from her body.
Well, shoot.
How the heck had that happened?
“I’ll let you spank me if you don’t fire me!” she blurted out before thinking about it.
What was she thinking? She didn’t want to be spanked, right?
Hmm. Okay, she had to ponder that. Which wasn’t a good sign.
“Is that so?” he drawled. “You’ll allow me to spank you if I don’t fire you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Interesting proposition. What would I be allowed to spank you for? Being late? Making my coffee incorrectly? Forgetting to change an important appointment?”
Crap.
All things she’d done already. She was a terrible assistant.
“I suppose so,” she said.
“You suppose so?”
Darn, she really was having a conversation with the devil right now.
“You should really know before you offer something like that to someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” she asked.
“Someone who likes to be in charge, in control. Because I’m not the sort of person to turn down an offer like that, Blossom.”
Fudge knuckles.
Yeah, she knew that.
Now all she could think about was going over his lap to get her butt spanked whenever she did something wrong.
This was a slippery, slippery slope. Being attracted to her boss was one thing. Having him put his hands on her . . . that was something else entirely.
He put his laptop aside before crouching down in front of her.
What the heck was happening?
Why had she started this?
Reuben grasped hold of her chin, and tilting her face back, he stared at her intensely.
Then he ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Part your lips.”
Faith opened her mouth, and he sucked in a breath. “You really are a sweet, submissive thing. I bet that even now you’re thinking about me taking you over my knee and spanking you, aren’t you?” He slid two fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She sucked on his fingers, moaning as she imagined having her lips around his cock.
Her clit throbbed as her panties grew wet.
This was so wrong. And yet she felt helpless to stop him.
Because you don’t want to.
Then he snatched his fingers free from her mouth and stood, stepping back. She almost followed him, almost begged him to touch her again.