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“On it.” She spins in her seat to face me. “He’ll be expecting your call.”

“He will?”

“Yes. He called this morning and left a message. It seems he has an offer on one of your software packages. From your father.” She waggles her eyebrows. “It’s a big one, and momma needs a new pair of shoes. To go along with a four-week tour of Europe.”

“Perfect.” That package has been out on the market for months, and I’d given up hope on it selling. It looks like today is the day.

“And….” She winks. “Your father will shit his pants if he ever finds out he bought your software package at market value when he could have owned the software from the beginning. It’s too bad he didn’t trust you enough to let you expand the company five years ago.”

He’s going to get the winning bid at double what I’d sell it to him from son to father. And quadruple what he would have paid if it came from his own company. In another universe, he’d be paying me to work for him, but instead, he’s paying me to sell my own products to him.

He might think he’s winning the fight, but I’m winning the war.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Daisy

One Week Later

My phone buzzes as I get out of my car.

Alexander: What are you wearing?

Me: Jeans and a T-shirt.

Alexander: Good answer.

I laugh. Even though I can’t hear his tone through the phone, his intent is clear. His possessiveness makes my knees weak. Which in our situation is difficult since neither of us can tell anyone else we’re seeing each other. Thankfully, for now, sneaking around makes it hotter. Life with him is an adrenaline rush.

Me: But I have a new outfit. I think you’ll enjoy it.

I hit send and scan through my phone, looking for the costume Chloe got me this afternoon.

Alexander: I’m waiting.

Me: Patience is a virtue.

Each response is seconds after I reply to him.

Alexander: I have no patience when it comes to you. I want you naked and on my cock.

Me: Hmmmm.

Alexander: Woman, you keep this up, and you’ll get punished.

Please, punish me.My cheeks hurt from grinning. I open the door of the building and step inside. Luckily no one else is around to see me smiling like a fool. Once I find the image, I send him the photo of a model wearing a sexy schoolgirl costume.

Hey, if I’m it, I might as well flaunt it.

Alexander: My office.

My heart skips a beat, and I stop in the middle of the room. I’ve never been in either of his offices, and the thought of having sex with him in a public space is intoxicating.

Me: Where?

Alexander: The campus. Tomorrow after class. Put on the costume under your clothes. No panties. I’m punishing you for that little display yesterday in class.

I’m not going to lie. I’m going to get a perverse pleasure out of sitting in front of him in class, in a skirt, with no panties on. I’m going to hell.

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