Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
And one man’s near giggle as we passed said he didn’t like the harpy either.
Owner just shook his head as his lips twitched again.
He was such a good boss.
But he turned into my sexy Owner the moment we were behind closed doors. “Naughty doll.”
His growled-out words sent a shiver through me, but it was the way he wrapped his arms around me and slowly stroked his hands down my back to cup my ass that made me moan. “You look very tempting, pretty one. You’re giving me lots of wonderful ideas.”
All I wanted in the world at that moment was to hear every idea he had, but that wasn’t professional or what I promised.
But I couldn’t tell Owner no, so I pressed myself harder against him and let him feel how excited I was to finally be back with him. “I’m going to be a good doll for you, though, Owner.”
I was so good, I didn’t even giggle as he groaned in frustration.
“Yes, you’re being very good, so I will too.” But being good was a slow process that involved more lovely groping and another panty-melting kiss. “Alright, talking first.”
Then more naughty fun…and dinner.
“Yes.” Becoming his professional doll again once he’d stepped away, I stood straighter and held my bag in front of me, very ladylike. “Should we sit in the kitchen with tea or in the living room?”
He thought about that and sighed. “The kitchen. I think you might end up being very distracting if we were in the living room.”
I gave him a surprised who me look and shook my head. “Never. I’m very professional when it comes to important discussions.”
And once those were over, I could go back to being fun and naughty.
But the kitchen would have tea and cookies, or something yummy, and I would look very professional at the table. “So the kitchen sounds very logical.”
However, if he thought my legs and ass weren’t going to be distracting in the kitchen, he hadn’t thought this through very well.
Not that I was going to tell him.
No, I was going to be very professional and put him at ease so he wouldn’t get nervous.
“Let’s go, Sir.” His chuckle said he was already distracted again. “Have you had a snack? What did you have for lunch?”
“Oh.” Owner cocked his head like a confused puppy…a big confused puppy. “I think I had a sandwich at some point.”
Oh dear.
“A breakfast one?” The one he’d said he would grab after I left because he’d wanted coffee and cuddles more than food?
I wasn’t surprised when he nodded.
Yes, it was clear why I’d been put in his path, to begin with.
“Let’s get you a snack while we talk.” Setting my purse on the table while I moved around the room, I pointed to a chair. “Sitting is more comfortable, Sir.”
His kitchen just wasn’t that big.
Chuckling, he was a good Owner and behaved quickly. “You’re right.”
I was always right, but he’d learn that eventually.
But I was sweet and didn’t point that out as I looked through the fridge and grabbed the cheese I’d seen earlier. Sadly, he needed real food more than cookies, and we needed to go grocery shopping at some point, but that would wait too. For the time being, we were going to focus on food and discussions.
“Where would you like to start, Owner?” I tried not to look in his direction since he seemed slightly startled by the question, but it didn’t seem to help. After a moment, I pretended not to notice anything was off and gave him a smile. “Should we start with pronouns and terms of endearments that are acceptable?”
That seemed to jump-start his brain, or maybe just push back some of the fears that I was going to be offended. “Yes, that’s a very good place to start.”
Then he just kind of stopped.
Alright.
“I use he and him for everything in real life.” I shrugged when he grinned. “I count work as real life, stop giggling.”
He was so silly.
“Where was I? Oh yes. Let me think.” I tried to find polite ways of saying pussy and boy clit as I finished slicing the cheese and laying out the crackers, but there just weren’t any.
English really was a difficult language sometimes.
As I sat down with Owner at the table, I gave him a bright smile as I stretched my legs out and crossed them.
He groaned, but at least he wasn’t worried any longer. “Pretty one…”
Giggling would’ve ruined my image, so I smiled sweetly. “Where were we? Words, yes.”
Owner was going to start overthinking again if I delayed any longer, so I was just going to have to be blunt and hope that was professional. “I don’t mind any of them, honestly, but let me explain.”
Because he wasn’t going to believe me without good examples.
“I am me first and foremost.” It really wasn’t that complicated. “Me happens to be male but I make it a bit more fabulous than just off the rack man, if you know what I mean. Not quite high-fashion-level interesting, but definitely not something you’d find in Walmart or even your average mall.”