Page 18 of Dominance

It might be the only bargaining chip I can get ahold of to keep the twins and I alive. If I play my cards right, and my gut isn’t way off base, Dom needs that information, and wants it badly.

He’s had accountants and secretaries scouring the books ever since I got back and trying to keep it on the down low.

But I’ve been rubbing elbows with the everyman and low-level nobodies of business now for weeks. You hear things when they think the bosses aren’t around.

The cool interior of the office waiting room soothes my still pounding head as I saunter across the marble tile floor. It’s quiet.

It’s tough to get even a moment alone these days.

Maybe I’ll catch a nice cool nap while I’m here.

Except that I smell the fresh coffee wafting out of the breakroom a second later and my shoulders tense instantly. Someone else is here.

Not unheard of for Dom’s secretary to stop by.

But then I notice the basement door open. The door requires a key.

Creeping down the steps, I draw my piece, slowing my breathing to listen for any sounds. Never hurts to be extra careful.

Also never hurts to catch somebody in the act doing something they’re not supposed to be doing.

Flickering fluorescent lights have me jumping at shadows, adrenaline heightening every sense.

That’s when I hear it, a frustrated grunt and a thump from the back corner.

Sounds like a woman, muffled. Familiar.

“Hello?” I ask without thinking, immediately kicking myself for announcing my presence.

The responding voice stops me dead in my tracks.

And the sight of Gloria jammed between file cabinets and covered in sheets of paper has me biting my tongue to keep from bursting out laughing.

“Gloria. You need a hand?”

I can almost hear her teeth grinding as she glances back over her shoulder, barely able to get a look at me from her oddly bent angle.

And bent she is.

Bent over, her ass molded through the crisp fabric of her miniskirt. Just a little lower, the silken, creamy skin of her thighs parts as she wiggles, trying to get free and I catch a glimpse of crimson lace.

Pulse. Racing.

“Are you going to stand there staring all day, or are you going to help me?”

“I could definitely stare at that all day…” Another chuckle slips from my lips and that damned giddy, heady feeling she gave me last night comes flooding back.

Dammit.

Even worse when I see the flush of embarrassment flood her skin.

“What’s the matter, Gloria?” I tease, leaning into the room a bit farther so I can see the look on her face.

“I’m caught?—”

“With your pants down?”

Her eyes bulge slightly at the comment, the realization dawning.

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