Page 24 of Objection
“You know I’m right. Go ahead. Admit it. I’ll wait.”
“You know, for such an incredible submissive you sure are a brat,” I teased back, doing my best to forget the images of Posey… of Ms. Adams, there at my feet. Christ, I couldnotuse her first name. No. That made it even more tempting, even more tantalizing.
“You know I’m not actually a brat while scening. Also, you know I’m right.” I couldn’t argue with her. She wasn’t wrong, that was for damn sure.
“It doesn’t matter, Sam. She’s my employee.” I rubbed my face with my hand, finishing putting the playroom items away after cleaning them, and locking the door as I left.
“So? Who cares?”
“Well, I care, for one. And the law cares. There are legalities here, and I don’t want that with my business. Not ever.” I made my way up to the main suite and got my things ready to shower. I was sweaty and felt gross.
“Legalities shmegalities. I don’t give a fuck. Two consenting adults can do what they want to do. Have her sign a nondisclosure agreement, or some other fancy legal document. You’re a smart cookie. Figure it out.”
“She’s not a submissive, Sam,” I shot back.
“You don’t know that,” she rebutted.
“Enough, Sam. It’s not going to happen.” I turned on the shower, knowing I needed to finish up before Ms. Adams returned.
“Listen, Ren. I know enough about your history to know that you’re getting in your way.”
“Sam…” I warned. I wasn’t ready to talk about that. “This has nothing to do with that, and you know it.”
“This has everything to do with Laurel and you know it,” she countered.
“I need to get cleaned up. We’ll talk soon, yeah?” I dismissed. Laurel had nothing to do with Ms. Adams. Nothing could be further from the truth.
“Yeah, yeah sure. Just know that when you do decide to take that step with your precious redhead, please do it right. You’re beyond smitten with her whether you’ll admit to it or not. So be smart. Do it right. I’m here if you need me.”
With that she hung up the phone, leaving me to think about her words longer. The hot shower helped, but in the end, I knew I needed to keep things professional. No matter how badly I wanted to get Ms. Adams under my hands.
I heard the alarm ping when she returned, just in time for me to make my way downstairs and make dinner.
Deep breath.
I could do this.
Sure.
Maybe.
12
Posey
The shopping tripon Saturday had been a welcome reprieve from all the stress I was feeling. After a nice long lunch with perhaps one too many margaritas, Sandra had agreed to go shopping with me, daughter in tow. Her daughter was in her early twenties with two babies underfoot. She had jumped at the chance to have a few kid-free hours.
In the end, I had purchased a solid set of work clothes and the bare essentials I thought I would need. It took everything I had to charge the purchases to Mr. Wellington’s card instead of my own. I had money. Sandra talked me into it in the end, reminding me that men like Mr. Wellington had a need to be useful. This was his way of being useful and having some kind of control in a situation.
She wasn’t wrong. Mr. Wellington absolutely seemed to crave control. If this was how he wanted to be helpful, I would let him. For now. I had just about finished getting ready for the workday when my phone chirped. It was Sandra.
-Wear the blue. It’ll give you confidence today. Plus, it’s lucky. Coz I said so. xo Sandra-
I shook my head with a smile. I snapped a quick photo in the mirror of the pretty, blue, fitted dress I was already wearing and sent it off to her. Great minds think alike. Forbidding myself to second guess the outfit choice, I made my way down to the office. It felt strange to come to work when I technically was staying in a room upstairs.
When I entered the dining room, I saw a plate of scrambled eggs, a slice of toast, and an assortment of fresh fruits to the left of my computer. I rolled my eyes and tried not to make any comments to the man sitting directly across from said plate.
I sat down, pushing the plate to the side and getting started on my work without a word.
