Page 28 of Objection
“Ms. Adams, can you grab the Daniels file for me?” I asked, pulling up the latest email from the snarky-assed attorney on the opposing side. “I’m so tired of Jenkins. Every email he sends me is passive aggressive and filled with circular talk.”
“Aw, poor baby,” she chuckled, drawing my attention.
“Excuse me?” I quipped back, my eyes watching her carefully.
“I said,‘aw, poor baby’.Is Jenkins a little too much for you?” Her teasing snark got under my skin, but not in an annoyed way. No, my reactions to her were growing more sensual, more physical with each comment.
“Ms. Adams, surely, you didn’t mean to say that,” I attempted to correct, giving her an out.
“Oh, I meant every word,” she tossed right back with such confidence.
“Is that so?” I tossed back. Why was I engaging in this banter with her?
“I said what I said,” she shrugged.
“You said what you said,” I scoffed, repeating her words.
“Yup, what are you going to do about it?” That attitude of hers was uncharacteristic and completely pushing every one of my buttons. I simply laughed in response, shaking my head and going back to my work.
“That’s what I thought.” She grinned, obviously pleased with herself. I clenched my hand, picturing bending her over that desk and spanking her for her insolence.
“Ms. Adams,” I warned.
“Yes, Mr. Wellington?” Her eyelashes fluttered, batting her eyes at me with feigned innocence.
“Watch it.” My eyes narrowed at her, but try as I might, I couldn’t stop them from running down the length of her body. Her curvy, pale-skinned body that would be a delight to —
“Oh, I’m watching plenty. It’s just that nothing’s happening.” My eyes shot back up to hers. The audacity of this woman.
“Ms. Adams,” I warned again, my tone lower, deeper, firmer.
“It’s Posey,” she corrected.
“We are at work,” I pushed right back, my hands flat on the desk so as to not reach for her and put her in her place.
“Technically, it’s after hours, and I did say that you needed to call me Posey after hours. Or did you forget?” Oh, she deserved a spanking badly. That sass!
“Ms. Adams will suffice while we are at the office.”
“Then why don’t we call it a day, Soren?” Her eyes held my gaze, challenging me. My name on her lips was like a siren’s call.
“Ms. Adams, please refrain from —”
“Oh please, Soren,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Posey.” I barely noticed her name rolling off my tongue.
“Oh, good boy! You said my name! “She sarcastically praised, and I about saw red.
“Enough,” I growled, standing from my seat and looming over the desk, my eyes never leaving hers.
“What are you going to do about it?” she pushed right back. I walked around my desk, undoing my cufflinks before I noticed what I was doing. I stepped right into her space, and she leaned back against her desk.
“You couldn’t fucking handle what I’d do,” I spoke quietly, half a promise, half a dangerous threat.
“Try me.”
Her words floored me. I felt my dominance swell within me; the headspace settling. I struggled to control it.
