Beauty and the Boss - MINK Page 0,11

and pause inside the door. Her skirt seems short again today. I’m certain that’s a dress code violation. I add another mark to her punishment, another bit of discipline. Even though she’ll never have another job after this one, I intend to guide her in the right direction. She’ll be a good employee for me, at the very least. And, in the end, she’ll thank me for all my attention and care.

I walk to my desk and sit to go through my many emails. One in particular catches my eye.

You son of a bitch. Hiring my daughter? I knew you were a low-down bastard, but this really shits the bed. I’m not selling you Lavine Assets, no matter what you do. My daughter won’t sway me. So you can fuck off.

Oh, and tell your mom I said hi, you piece of shit.

Duncan

I lean back and smile at the message. Duncan’s made his first move. A weak one, but a move all the same. With a few keystrokes, I bring up the charter for Lavine Assets, the corporate document that Duncan thought he had safe and sound in a dark server that no one would ever access. Too bad for him that my Finland hacker busted into it and stole the articles of incorporation written out by Duncan’s father.

He thinks I’ve hired his daughter in a low-level tit for tat. What he doesn’t realize is that my little ray of sunshine is a thundercloud that will rain destruction down on his head. It’s only a matter of time.

But first, my assistant needs to learn a lesson, and I’m just the man to teach her. I stand when I hear her greet the delivery man with a warm hello. I bet she’s smiling at him. A smile that should be mine. Perhaps she needs a lesson in that, as well.

I rub my hands together and wait for her knock.

8

Georgia

I cut a piece of Mr. Baxter’s steak into itty bitty pieces and place some of it on a small plate for Mr. Grumpy Pants, knowing that he’ll have to eat lunch all by himself. Janet offered to keep an eye on him while I go into my lunch meeting with Mr. Baxter.

Everyone loved having Mr. Grumpy Pants in the office today. Even Kurt had come to see him, but Mr. Baxter made sure to come out of his office and scare the poor guy off. I can’t put a finger on Mr. Baxter’s behavior. Sometimes it seems as if he’s a little jealous, but I know that can’t be what it is. He’s probably more worried about me staying on task. It wasn't Kurt that was making it difficult to concentrate. It was Mr. Baxter. Every time I try and get my work done, my mind goes back to the spanking in his office. Was I in for another one? Had I brought Mr. Grumpy Pants with me to work knowing how it would turn out?

“I’ll be back before you know it.” I give his soft head one more little pet before I arrange the remainder of Mr. Baxter’s lunch, as well as mine, and head toward his office. Excitement courses through me as I wonder what awaits me on the other side of the door. Will this be a professional lunch or one that leaves my butt stinging and between my legs throbbing once again? I need him to fix this. The spanking that I’m hoping for is only going to make it worse. I have no idea what to do.

What I do know is that I've committed a number of infractions today, and I’m ready to pay for them. I know this is wrong, but I can’t help that I’m enjoying doing the wrong thing for once. It’s a small act of rebellion that’s exciting and new to me.

I push open his office door, plant a smile on my face, and walk right in. “Lunch is here,” I chirp.

“It took you long enough. You don’t have to be so chatty with everyone. The delivery man doesn't need to know you speak French.” He snaps his eyes over at me from his computer screen. “That wasn't even on your resume.” He almost sounds mad that he doesn't know something about me.

“Self-taught. I’m not the best at it but I manage. Tu es extra grincheux aujourd'hui,” I spout off with a smile. “I didn't minor in it in college so I wasn't sure if it was something I should put on my application.”

“Did