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She glanced up, her face reddening. “I don’t wear glasses, sir.”
“You should be. When was the last time you had an eye exam?”
“Recently,” she said before admitting, “I’m supposed to wear glasses, but I haven’t ordered them yet. It’s been, uh, a very busy time.”
“This isn’t something you should put off,” she said.
“I know. I’ll do it soon, sir,” I said.
She returned to her document, and I tried to work while waiting for her email. It was impossible. Already, I was itching to kiss her again, to touch her and watch her fall apart in my hands.
When my email dinged, my dick automatically hardened like it was Pavlov’s dog hearing a bell. I opened the email as Charlotte knelt on the cushion beside my desk. I cupped the back of her head, urging her to rest her cheek on my thigh. She did it without hesitation, and I was pleased that the tension I’d felt from her the first time she was asked to do this had disappeared.
As I pretended to look over the document, I tugged lightly on one of the curls piled on her head. Her hair was so soft, and the faint scent of strawberries wafted from it. I tugged another curl. “Is your hair naturally curly?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
I glanced down at her. Her eyes were closed, and the look of contentment on her face as I played with her hair was the sweetest aphrodisiac for me. I loved how trusting she was after only one play session.
Without opening her eyes and her voice shy, she said, “Do you prefer it straight or curly?”
“I like both,” I said.
“I usually straighten it for work,” she said, “but, um, I didn't have time because this was last minute. I was in the tub when the Twisted Sisters texted me.”
My dick immediately reacted to my internal image of Charlotte naked and wet in the tub, but my brain homed in on something else. “The Twisted Sisters?”
She froze against me, her eyes popping open. She gave me a wide-eyed look of horror. “Oh God, please don’t tell them I call them that. My friend gave them the nickname, and I know it’s not nice, but it’s lodged in my brain now.”
I laughed, running my fingers through those soft and bouncy curls. “I have a friend who calls them the twin grannies.”
The sexy sound of her laugh made my dick twitch with need. “That almost feels worse than the Twisted Sisters.”
“Oh, it is,” I said. “I thought Catherine was going to gut Leo with her nails when he said it.”
She stared up at me, those pretty dark eyes wide again. “He called her that to her face?”
I nodded, and Charlotte laughed again. “Wow… Leo is a brave guy.”
I felt a stupid little niggle of jealousy at the admiration in her voice. Christ, what the fuck was wrong with me? I pressed her cheek against my pant leg again, my voice terse when I said, “Enough talking, please. I need to finish looking over the document.”
Charlotte immediately tensed and dropped her gaze to her lap. “I’m sorry, Mr. Steele.”
Shit, I really needed to be gentle with her. She was sensitive, and while that didn’t bother me, it meant I’d need to be careful in how I praised and disciplined her.
I lightly kneaded the back of her neck. “You have nothing to apologize for, Charlotte.”
She relaxed again, and I gave the document a cursory look before saying, “Well done, little Charlotte.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said happily.
I squeezed her neck gently. “I need you to do some filing, please.”
“Yes, sir.” She rose gracefully to her feet, and I quickly looked away when it put her breasts directly at eye level. The urge to lean forward and suck on the faint outline of her nipple through her shirt was nearly impossible to deny.
“Is your filing system alphabetical?” she asked as she walked to the filing cabinet. She bent to pick up a file, and I forgot how to fucking speak as I stared at her ass in her tight skirt. Fuck, I wanted to squeeze that perfect ass while she sat on my face, and I ate her sweet cunt.
“Mr. Steele?” Charlotte asked.
