Page 26 of Objection
“Because it’s your name.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little formal at this point?” I close the dishwasher, turning to face him and crossing my arms across my torso. I didn’t miss the way his hand clenched or how his jaw ticked with tension. Interesting.
All of these tiny reactions began to add up in my mind. The way he would tell me what to do, not ask. It wasn’t mean or rude; it was more of a…
That’s when the light bulb clicked on.
It was more of a command.
The commands.
The way he looked almost pleased when I did something he had told me to do.
The barely audible good girl that day.
Was Mr. Wellington kinky?
No, surely not.
Although, it wouldn’t be that far of a stretch, would it? A man who was driven, almost consumed with the need to control and be successful. It made me wonder.
“Ms. Adams?” His voice pulled me from my revelation.
“Hmm? Oh, right. Don’t you think Ms. Adams is a little formal?”
“I don’t. It’s your name and you are my employee,” he doubled down.
“I’m not just an employee at this point, though, am I?” I countered. His eyes found mine, narrowing. His eyes moved down only for a split second, taking in the blue dress that had quickly become a favorite of mine, but I had caught it.
“Ms. Adams —”
“Posey,” I corrected.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate, Ms. Adams.” That tick in his jaw was growing more prominent. He was clenching his teeth.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not proper for an employer and an employee.” He stood up, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.
“Good, then since I am not currently your employee in this space, you’ll call me Posey,” I argued. Something about his obstinate attitude towards this seemingly meaningless issue made me want to push back. Not because I had a real issue with it. But because it was bothering him. And bothering him was — fun.
I watched as he sputtered for just a moment. Delightful.
“And while we’re discussing things, no more breakfasts.” That snapped him out of it.
“You need to eat.” His fisted hand came down on the tabletop; not hard or anything. Just enough to drive his point home. Except, it didn’t.
“Coffee will be fine. Plus, you can’t make me eat breakfast.” I laughed, rolling my eyes as I sauntered out of the room. Yes, I sauntered.
But not before I heard his mumbled response.
“If you were over my knee, I could.”
Lucky blue dress, indeed.
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