I wake up on Friday with a sore bum. I’m looking at my reflection in the wall mirror, standing in nothing but a t-shirt and undies. I pull up the hem of my panties, and see that he’s left an impressive bruise. I’m fascinated by it. I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s kind of a turn-on, but also a little unsettling.
“Mommy booboo,” Ethan says, making me jump about a foot.
I attempt to catch my breath again. “Ethan… jeez. You can’t sneak up on people like that.” As soon as I say the words, I realize how silly they are — the kid is two.
“Mommy hurt?” he asks, pouting.
I kneel down and give him a hug. “Mommy is okay.” Mommy is more than okay. Mommy is getting her bum bitten by a delicious tall glass of a man. Life could definitely be worse.
We head to the kitchen for breakfast, and I shoot a quick text to Weston.
You left a mark yesterday. I hope you’re proud of yourself. :)
My phone pings as I’m pouring Ethan a bowl of his favorite cereal.
Yes, I am. I want to leave my mark on you, so you’ll think of me when I’m not with you.
I smile.
Why, that’s quite possessive, Mr. Hanson.
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You’re mine.
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I laugh. You wish
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Send me a photo. Boss Man wants to see what he’s done to his little grasshopper.
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You are such a sadist.
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I know. I really should address this with my therapist.
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You should. Definitely.
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I will be awaiting your photo impatiently.
I shake my head as I pour Ethan a glass of juice.
I don’t know what possesses me, but after Ethan and I have eaten our breakfast, I retreat to my room, and pull down my undies and snap a photo. My pulses races as I send him the pic, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I’m a mom. I’m not supposed to be sending pics of my ass to men. Especially when said man is my boss.
His reply comes instantly.
Beautiful. I will cherish it forever.
I laugh. What a twisted man. I wonder what my friends would have to say about this.
I best not tell them.
There’s another message from Weston waiting for me when I get to the office.
Come to my office as soon as you can.
I smile, wondering what he’s up to now.
When I walk past Rosetta, she shoots me a mischievous grin. “A little morning bouncy bouncy?”
I jerk around. “For the last time… we’re not having sex.”
She dips her head back to her keyboard. “Sure.”
I blow out a breath, realizing it’s useless to try to reason with her. She’s like a child.
Weston is all smiles when he sees me. He motions me over.
I close the distance between us, itching for his touch. As soon as I get close enough, he reaches under my skirt and spins me around. He lifts the fabric very slowly, seductively, and my skin prickles in anticipation.
He rubs soft circles over my bruise. “Oh, who has done this to you, sweet girl?”
I spin around. “A certain beautiful predatory man,” I whisper. “He’s quite peculiar.”
He smiles. “You may go back to work now, Grasshopper.”
What?
“That’s it?”
He laughs. “Unfortunately, I have a lot to do today, and besides I like to see you suffer a little.”
“You’re a cruel man.” I pout. “I kind of hate you.”
His soft smile stretches into a shit-eating grin. “I know.”
I sigh audibly. “If I’m to be completely honest, I’m not too crazy about this teasing game you like to play.”
He cocks a brow. “You play in my house, you play by my rules.”
I smile. “Well, in that case, maybe I should have you over to my place.”
His face lights up. “That’s a wonderful idea. I’d love to. Ethan and I could get to know each other.”
“Uh…” I’m taken aback. I didn’t expect this. Did I just inadvertently invite him over for dinner?
“I can’t wait,” he says. “When were you thinking?”
“Uh… this Saturday?”
“Tomorrow? Perfect… I’m free. Can I bring anything?”
“A bottle of wine,” I suggest. “Maybe dessert. Ethan and I love donuts.”
He smiles. “Done. What will you be serving?” he asks. “For the wine choice,” he clarifies.
“Oh…” I have no clue. “I’ll let you know.”
I leave with a smile, but it fades as soon as I reach the hall. What the hell am I going to make for Mr. Boss Man? What if he hates it?
“No nookie today?” Rosetta teases.
“What?”
“You look upset,” she explains. “I assume no nookie.”
I shake my head. The woman is really starting to get