Page 243 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"This is supposed to be the most reliable type of car!" Daniel slams his palm on his head. "I'm so annoyed it broke down."

"I have good news and bad news." I turn to face him. "Tell me what you want first."

Daniel grits his teeth. "Good news."

"I have forty-five minutes before I need to arrive at the bank."

He furrows his brow. "And the bad news?"

"You need a ride home... because you sure ain't driving your car anytime soon."

Another squirt of oil rockets onto my right hand. Where the hell did that even come from?

Daniel lets out a yelp, then drags me away from his car. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why it's… squirting so much."

I accept the towel he hands me from his back seat. "Get in the passenger seat of my G Wagon. Tell me your address—I'll take you home."

Chapter Two

Daniel

First day of work

I smooth out my dress shirt and check my hair in my rearview mirror. To say that I'm nervous as hell for my first day on the job is the understatement of the century.

"You can do this." Narrowing my eyes, I pump my lips out to give myself a top-notch pep talk. "You spent the entire weekend memorizing the biggest blockbusters of the past five years. Nothing Hilton asks you will catch you off-guard."

After grabbing my briefcase from the front seat of my car—which is fixed now, thanks to the stellar mechanic Hilton hooked me up with after he dropped me off—I exit my vehicle and shut the door behind me.

I make my way to my new office building… which I still can't believe is where I work. An astonished breath escapes me as I tilt my head up to make out the logo on the building's exterior.

Sunlight glistens off it, lighting it up like an emerald. So much freaking power and wealth passes through these doors every morning.

High-level executives. Bankers. Technology titans from Silicon Valley.

Running my hand through my hair one last time, I step through the front door.

"Good morning." The deep, sexy voice stops me before I get very far. I glance to my right… then let out a groan when I see him.

Hilton Gunn.

CEO of sexiness.

The man of my naughty dreams.

After he invited me into his G Wagon last week, he peppered me with questions about my life, asking about my undergraduate experience, and why I'm drawn to engineering.

I explained I was never very social and that engineering allowed me to thrive. He told me that no matter what, it was so important that I acquired soft skills to navigate the real world—which I already knew.

When he dropped me off at home, I couldn't help but invite him inside for a split second. I wanted to thank him for his kindness and possibly give myself another chance at getting the job.

He still had a few moments to kill before his bank meeting, so I made him a cup of hot cocoa and we drank it at my kitchen table.

He stared into my eyes while we drank, his deep, hazel irises boring into mine. Every inch of my skin burst into flames and incinerated me. My dick ached and I wanted more than anything to slide out of my clothes and drape myself across his lap.

Is that something he'd want? Has he ever spanked someone before? Or was I letting myself get carried away by my dirty fantasies?

"Hey." Forcing myself to be brave, I take Hilton's hand in mine, then shake it. "It's great to see you this morning."

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