made sure that the door was shut behind them both before she flung herself petulantly into her office chair and jabbed the power button on the computer.
“Do you always talk to your boss like that?” Mackenzie inquired softly, removing her blazer.
“What?” Stephanie looked up at Mackenzie and rubbed her eyes. “No. Only when he is being a jerk.”
“I see. And expecting you to turn in assignments is being a jerk?” Mackenzie asked the question over her shoulder as she began to unbutton the cuffs of her crisp white blouse.
Stephanie looked up again. She was now thoroughly irritable and she didn't care if Mackenzie knew it.
“I've never missed a deadline, okay? So don't give me attitude.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Ice crystallized in the words as they hung in the air. Inwardly, Stephanie gasped at the way she'd just spoken to Mackenzie. Certainly they had never formalized their relationship as top and bottom, but it had been clear from the outset that Mackenzie expected Stephanie to know her place. The woman exuded authority and though she was perfectly capable of egalitarian relationships, all notion of such a thing had gone out the window the first time Stephanie had found herself bottom up over Mackenzie's lap.
Perhaps she could bluff her way out of it. Pretend it never happened. Yes. With a frown of intent, Stephanie brought up the document she'd been working on and began to type furiously. Across the room, Mackenzie settled patiently into a chair with the air of a cat watching a mouse. Slowly, she rolled up one sleeve of her blouse, then the other, revealing slim but strong forearms.
Not a word was spoken as Stephanie worked furiously, her fingers clattering over the keys at high speed. There were plenty of notes to work from and suddenly she found the motivation that had escaped her for most of the day.
She glanced up over at Mackenzie as she typed, and found her gaze met with a slowly arched brow. Oh god, she wasn't going to let that snappishness slide, was she? Putting her head back down, Stephanie focused her attention on the article, trying to ignore the way that her bottom was suddenly tingling and prickling under her sensible black skirt.
By 5.45 pm, she was done. It was a matter of moments to copy the text to an email, hit send and then push back from the desk with a triumphant sigh.
“Okay, let's go!” she said. She grabbed her jacket, hoping that the momentum of leaving and the fact that they were in her office might save her from any wrath that Mackenzie had been working on for the last three quarters of an hour.
“Let's not just yet,” Mackenzie drawled.
Stephanie's heart sank and she dropped her jacket. “Okay, I'm sorry,” she said, her tone not as contrite as it perhaps should have been.
“You're sorry? What for?”
“I'm sorry I snapped at you. I just wanted to go out so badly, you know? It has been ages since we had an evening together.” She give Mackenzie her best puppy dog eyes, hoping that the reminder of the evening they had planned would be enough to sway her out of her displeasure.
“That's right, isn't it?” Mackenzie said, the stern expression on her face not fading for an instant. “We were supposed to have an evening together. Yet someone decided not to finish her work on time and then someone decided to pitch a fit at both her boss and her girlfriend.”
“Fuck,” Stephanie muttered to herself. She'd forgotten for a moment that Mackenzie was a lawyer. Trying to verbally outmaneuver her was almost impossible. She knew all the tricks and was not about to let that thin justification fly.
With casual grace, Mackenzie unfolded herself from the chair and approached Stephanie, slipping her fingers underneath her chin, making it impossible for Stephanie to avoid her gaze. “The only question here is why a capable, professional woman is acting like a little girl.”
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