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“So, how did you know where to find me?”

She turns to me smiling. “Google is a thing, silly.”

Maybe it’s what just occurred with Rayne affecting my mind, but I’m really not in the mood for the small talk. Even with her.

“Syren, how may I help you?”

“Good question,” she starts touching the edge of my desk, “See, I was on my way to work and I figured maybe I could stop by for a second. Because I had a taste for something sweet.”

Her stare starts to weigh me down. The room is growing warm like a furnace is nearby. “Well, I hope the coffee is satisfying,” I say, still keeping my distance.

“Oh, it’s great,” she puts the cup down onto the desk, walking up to me, “But I wasn’t talking about the coffee.”

Lust is all over her face. She starts rubbing across my chest, trying to entice me. The smell of mocha slowly dances from her breath into my nose.

“Did Morgan put you up to this?”

“She did not. Hell, she doesn’t even know I’m here,” her hands start to travel south, “And that’s the fun part.”

I quickly brush her hands away. “I’m not understanding.”

She giggles innocently. “Well, I’ll provide some clarity. See, I think you and I should get to know each other better. Without her. You know you want this pussy, Damien. So let me give you a taste before I have to leave. Morgan doesn’t have to know. This can be our little secret.”

Without her is crazy.

“Nah. That’s not how this works.”

She shrugs carelessly. “It’s how it works today.” “You don’t make the rules. I do.”

Syren moves back towards the desk, climbing on top of it with her legs spread apart.

“Well, make the rules, Big Daddy,” she pleads, rubbing her own thighs, “I need to know how to follow them.”

This chick is actually being serious right now. Dead serious.

“First off, you only call me Big Daddy inside of Ecstasy Island. Not in my place of business. Understand? Secondly, I don’t conduct sexual matters without my wife present. You know that.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m not a bitch who likes to wait.”

“But you will. You’ll wait as long as I fuckin’ tell you to. You’re not in control here, sweetheart. You’re our Good Girl. Not the other way around. And since you’ve decided to step out of bounds, again, I’ll make sure you pay for that later on tonight. That’s strike two.”

That only excites her more. “Oh, really? That sounds like a good ass time.”

“Yeah, you’ll find out soon enough. Keep fuckin’ playing with me, Syren.”

“Or what?”

I point towards the door. “See you tonight. Let yourself out.”

Syren laughs to herself as she climbs off the desk. Her eyes never leave my body walking past me. She even runs her hands across my back on her way out, throwing one last look of pure seduction before the door closes. She wants it bad. I get it. I’m not surprised by it. I know what I’m capable of. She’s not the first woman to beg for it. The issue is, I haven’t slipped this chick the full dick yet and she’s already losing the damn plot.

She also left her coffee cup sitting on the desk, covered in her lip stick. After sighing, I take the half-full cup and toss it in the nearby trash. Retracing the situation in my mind while reaching for my phone. If she wants to play games, let’s play. She just better be ready for the consequences. I plop down in my recliner while calling Morgan, placing the call on speakerphone. It dials twice before she comes onto the line.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

“Aye…we need to talk about Syren, right quick.” “Yeah? What's wrong, Daddy?

“She needs to be punished tonight.”