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I ignored him, fumbling open his belt with shaking fingers. “I can be your good girl, okay? Let me do this so you can see I’m your good girl.”
I reached into his pants, my fingers grazing his dick through his briefs. His hands clamped down on mine, and he pulled them out of his pants. “I said stop, Charlotte.”
Oh my God. What the fuck was I doing? I froze between his legs, staring up at him before I staggered to my feet. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I’ll leave now, and I won’t… please don’t tell the sisters I sexually harassed you. I swear I won’t contact you again.”
I made a break for the door but was barely in the hallway before Mr. Steele’s hand wrapped around my arm, and he turned me to face him. “Charlotte, wait.”
I stared at my feet. “Please let me go.”
He tipped my chin up with his free hand. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
The kindness in his voice and the concern on his face shattered my thin veneer of bravery. I burst into tears, and he pulled me into his embrace. I buried my face in his silk shirt, trying not to bray loud sobs as he walked me back into his office and to the couch. He sat down, pulling me into his lap and holding me tight as I continued to cry.
He murmured low words that I couldn’t really hear over my crying but comforted me anyway. The stress, worry, and fear of the last two days rushed out of me in a flood of sobs. While I was humiliated at my loss of control, I had to admit that ten minutes later, when I was cried out and huddled quietly against Mr. Steele’s chest, I felt a little better.
Or maybe it was just Mr. Steele’s arms around me that made me feel better.
Mr. Steele handed me some tissues, and I wiped my face and nose. “Thank you.”
“Tell me what happened,” he said.
“I don’t want to,” I whispered. “I’m supposed to be here to be your good girl, not to… to cry and tell you my problems.”
“I want to know what’s wrong,” he said before kissing the top of my head. “So be a good girl and tell me.”
“It’s getting worse with my boss. I can’t seem to do anything right, and even when I don’t make mistakes, he accuses me of screwing up. I think he’s trying to get me fired, and I can’t lose my job, but I don’t know how to make him like me or stop believing I’m incompetent. I loved my job with my previous boss, and he was really good to me. We worked well together, and I miss him so much. I dread going to work every day now.”
Mr. Steele rubbed my back, his voice weirdly tense when he said, “Are you in love with your previous boss?”
I sat up and blinked at him. “What? No, of course not. We’re just friends, and he’s engaged to a wonderful woman. They live in Montana now.”
He pulled me back against his chest, and I tucked my face into his neck, inhaling deeply. God, I loved how he smelled.
“Is there someone else at work you could speak with about your issues with him?” Mr. Steele asked.
“No. He’s high up in the company, and I’m admin staff,” I said. “Even if I spoke to the company owner, it would just end with me being fired.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I made myself sit up and smile at him. “Thank you. I’m sorry for screwing up our session tonight by being a whiny baby. I’m available tomorrow night if you’d like to rebook. I promise I’ll have my shit together tomorrow evening. I’ll tell the sisters I had to cancel tonight so you won’t be charged.”
He cupped my neck, kneading the back of it in a now familiar gesture that still had the power to make me melt. I brushed my lips against his before licking the seam of his mouth.
He groaned and pulled back. “Charlotte, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I said.
“Do you?” He gave me a searching look.
I nodded. “Yes, I want to be your good girl. Please let me.”
He sucked in a shuddering breath when I cupped him through his pants. He went half hard immediately, and I smiled at him before kissing his neck. I gave him another light squeeze before reaching for his shirt buttons. I’d never even seen him shirtless before, and I had a sudden and irrational fear that he wouldn’t let me undress him.
To my relief, he made no move to stop me as I unbuttoned his shirt and leaned forward so I could push his shirt off his shoulders. His sleeves caught at his wrists, and I muttered a curse before fumbling at the small buttons.
He chuckled and leaned even closer to kiss my throat. “There’s no hurry.”
“Says you,” I said. “I want you naked.”
