Page 108 of On His Terms

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Page 108 of On His Terms

She’d thought everything through.

“Haven’t we talked about your posture?”

The sound of Alexander’s sensual voice slid down her back, and she froze, fear all but holding her immobilized. How could she have missed his arrival?

“Face me, please.”

It took several seconds to regain control of her faculties. What stunned her most was her instinctive reaction. His tone and expectation of obedience made her bend her knees before she caught herself.

Despite her mental practice, it never occurred to her to refuse to do as he asked.

As she turned, she straightened her shoulders.

And then… Oh, God. How was it possible that he was even more handsome than she remembered? His dark hair was styled back from his forehead, exposing its firm angularity. He wore tight-fitting blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a denim shirt. He’d skipped a tie and, instead, had left the top button of his shirt undone.

She couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t think at all.

“Evening, Chelsea.”

His smile unwound all of her determination.

“You look beautiful.”

How could she keep up her guard? “Hello, Alexander.”

“Master Alexander,” he corrected. “Or Sir will do.”

She blinked, unprepared for his words. He wasn’t her Dom or Trainer, and they weren’t at a lifestyle event.

Trying to wrap herself in a protective coat of armor, she didn’t respond, and instead said, “I hope the event is everything Monahan Capital deserves.” Everything you deserve.

“I’ve received daily updates on your progress and God knows I think you contacted every person I’ve ever known. I’ve heard from friends I had in kindergarten.”

She gripped her clipboard tighter. “Hopefully we’ve contacted hundreds more you’ve never heard of.”

“You’ve done well,” he told her. “And you’re going to get what you deserve as a reward.”

“Ah…”

“I think we could start with a spanking.”

“What?” Her mouth dried and her skin heated. Even now, responding to him was all too easy, and she yearned to feel his hand on her bare buttocks.

“Do you need me to repeat that?”

She searched his features. His tone was neutral, and one brow was cocked, but more questioningly than anything. “I heard you.” Sir. “But I’m choosing not to answer.”

“It’s time we talked.”

“If this is about us working with Gavin behind your back—”

“That, and a lot more.”

“I think you’ll find we meet your expectations.”

“There’s no doubt of that.”

“Then?” She blinked. He destroyed her focus entirely, and her breaths were becoming shorter and closer together.




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