Cassie wisely ate one of the chocolate bars he’d brought back before submitting herself to more criticism.
“So, what’s wrong with the spanking?”she finally asked.
“The problemisthat it feels wrong.Amy isn’t happy or turned on.That immediately makes Henri seem like an ass for not seeing that his sub doesn’t enjoy their scene.”
She nodded like she understood, but she didn’t, not really.Howwas anyone supposed to like being spanked?
She opened her mouth, but ended up biting the words back.
Thankfully, the microwave beeped before she’d found the courage to make an ass of herself by saying something likeshow me.Talk about making unwanted advances.To the mega boss, no less.
Carter walked up to the mini kitchen tucked on the side of his humongous office and plated up two servings of messy pasta.
“It’s supposed to look better,” she frowned, wrinkling her nose.
“Thank fuck it doesn’t smell any better or I’d have to eat it with my fingers and lick the plate.”
She smiled broadly, with an embarrassing amount of pride.Cassie liked to cook, but she didn’t really often exert her skills; who wanted to spend an hour in the kitchen for something that they’d eat by themselves?
She and her friends saw each other every week, and they tended to meet up for dinner at each other’s houses, which meant she got to cook for people once a month or so.Any other day, it was ready meals for her.Everyone agreed that Amelia was the best cook of the lot, but Cassie came in a close second, and she won hands down with her baking skills.
They ate in relative silence, punctuated by a shower of compliments and delighted grunts that made her beam with satisfaction.They were almost finished when out of the blue, the attractive and voluptuous redhead who manned the desk at his door walked in, an amused smirk on her lips.
“I just got a warning from the doorman.Code red.”
Carter blanched, his eyes rounded with surprise and even a little bit of fear, perhaps.
“How long ago?”
“Two, three minutes.”
The usually collected, confident CEO cursed out loud, outright panicking.
“Anything I can do?”Cassie asked.
“No, it’s too late.Wait, maybe you could hide in the bathroom, I’ll get rid of her as quickly as I… Fuck.”
His tirade was interrupted by the elevator, opening up to show a tall, gorgeous, sensual brunette.
Oh.
It wasn’t the same woman as the one she’d seen with him the previous day, but she was just as stunning, if a little bit less polished.She was in skinny jeans and an elegant coat, with a tasteful, painted scarf on top.
“Dammit,” Carter muttered, forcing a smile as he got to his feet.“Mother, what a lovely surprise.”
Wait a second.Had he just saidmother?
The woman seemed to be in her forties, max.
“Cut the crappy cake, Carter.I got a call from dear Patrick, he said you’d been terrorizing all your employees this morning.I thought I’d come up to box your ears.”
At the door, she turned to Carter’s assistant and kissed both her cheeks.
“How are you doing, Lucy?Still putting up with my idiot of a son?”
“Yes, ma’am.I shall for as long as he carries on paying me an obscene amount of money.”
“Nonsense.I give it two, three years until you ensnare yourself a millionaire and move on.Still not tempted by Carter, by the way?”
