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the glass. As I stepped backward, I found myself up against the wall, in more ways than one.
    “Oh?” I asked. He grinned as he took a strand of my hair between his fingers.
    “I’m going to publish your photos,” he said, leaning in and whispering into my ear, his breath hot and minty. I tried to move away yet I couldn’t make much headway. “But not because of this,” he murmured, sliding his hand between my legs. I had to admit it felt so good that I almost wanted him to keep going. Instead, he stopped, pulled back, and looked directly at me. “Are you happy?” he asked. I considered his question. But my head was swimming and not much made any sense in that moment. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to tell me that he wanted me, too, and I hated myself for it.
    “Yes. Very,” I assured him, downing the champagne.
    “You’re lying. I’ve been watching you,” he told me stepping forward as he pinned me once again. “I didn’t hear you say thank you.”
    “Thank you,” I managed to choke out. He slipped a finger into my panties. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
    “Yes,” I said, suddenly drunk on everything. Champagne, the relief of not feeling so alone, the joy that he’d chosen my work, hope that I might not be fired after all…
    “Do you know what you do to me?” he demanded, as he came up for air, his mouth sucking and biting on my neck.
    I shook my head.
    “For twelve days, I’ve watched you prance around here all melancholy-like, and you know what I’ve wanted to do? I wanted to fuck that melancholy right out of you. But I couldn’t because I had to teach you a lesson. You don’t toy with me, Amelie. I’m a man, yes, but I have feelings.” He stopped kissing me and looked me square in the eye. “And I know when I’m being used.”
    I swallowed hard. “I’m not using you.”
    Ian leaned, kissed me hard, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. He bit down and then released it slowly. “Sure you are,” he said, before he slipped one finger inside me, plunging deep, causing every fiber in my body to tense. “And now it’s my turn.”
    He pulled out and then pushed his finger in deeper this time. “Do you like this?”
    I nodded.
    “Turn around. I want you to pull your dress over your hips and place your hands on the wall. I want to see you.”
    I did as I was told. I could feel his eyes on me. It felt like forever before he spoke again.
    “Arch your back,” he finally ordered.
    I did as he asked as I placed my forehead against the coolness of the wall to steady myself.
    “Are you drunk, Amelie?” he asked, grabbing my ass.
    “No.” I squirmed
    “Don’t lie to me,” he said after making a clucking sound with his tongue. “I was sure you’d know better by now…”
    “I’m not.”
    “Are you drunk?”
    “Maybe a little,” I relented
    I felt him trail one finger along my backside. Then he pushed my panties to the side.
    “Do you like feeling out of control.”
    “No!”
    He smacked my ass hard. I flinched. It stung. “You’re lying again.”
    “I’m not,” I promised.
    “Tell me you want me to use you.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    I sighed, drunkenly. “Because I don’t.”
    “What do you want then, Amelie?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He slapped my other ass cheek. This hit hurt worse. “Sure you do.”
    I tried to swallow the sting away.
    “Well…” he demanded, and I felt him rear his hand back once again.
    “I want you to fuck me.”
    “That’s what I thought,” he said as he’d positioned himself behind me.
    And fuck me, he did. Right there against his office wall.
    It had been a long time since I’d been fucked like that.
    Not since Jack.
     

     
    “I’m not sure I like your friend,” Ian exclaimed over breakfast, interrupting my thoughts. “What are thinking about?” he asked eyeing the waitress. “You seem far off.”
    I smiled. “The office Christmas party.”
    “I see.” He beamed.
    Ian was hungry and had decided