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not hearing me. “I
know how this looks from the outside--”
    “No you don’t. I swear you don’t. If you did
you wouldn’t be in my office right now trying to explain yourself
to me,” I said, crossing my arms. “You’d be explaining yourself to
your son.”
    If nothing else reached her ears and really
sunk in, I hoped it would be that. Hearing about her past, her
hurt, it helped me piece together the things that played a role in
the woman she’d become. But none of that mattered to me in the long
run. Jacob mattered. Her sob story was just that--a river of tears
about a society girl who fell for a bad boy. The only thing that
made it worth listening to was that they had a child. Jacob.
    They could have sat down and determined that
they weren’t in love and subjecting their child to their
unhappiness wasn’t fair to him, but that conversation didn’t happen
and Jacob paid the price. He was the one that grew up thinking that
his parents didn’t care about him. If Alicia was being honest and
there was love there, he deserved to hear that. Not me.
    But Alicia didn’t even flinch.
    She rose to her feet. Chin up. Ice on. “Thank
you for your time.”
    The anger erupted as I hurled a folder at the
door as it clicked closed behind her, watching the papers flutter
lazily to the floor.
     
     
     
     

Section Eight
     
    I stood a few feet from the elevator, so
excited I felt like I was gonna explode. The doors slid open.
    “Surprise!”
    His eyes drifted downward, taking in the new
piece of furniture I was sitting on, his mouth quirking into a
smile. "You brought Mia Kent on as a client. I should be surprising
you." The smile broadened.
    He really liked it.
    A brand new spanking bench.
    His briefcase was discarded unceremoniously
as he circled the thing. Since I ordered it online, I knew I ran
the risk of falling in love with something underwhelming and cheap
in person, but the pictures didn’t do it justice. The mahogany was
rich, the dark stain giving it a sleek, modern edge. The plush
leather cushion had a sloping design that catered to a woman’s
curves. Sterling silver hooks hung below it, waiting for rope or
handcuffs or whatever bondage material that tickled one’s
fancy.
    He leaned down, brushing the material, still
digesting what stood before him. “You bought this? Had it delivered
and assembled?”
    I nodded demurely. “Something for us.”
    Jacob’s stony face reaction when I told him
about meeting with his mother flashed in my head. I gave the woman
the benefit of the doubt, wrongly assuming her conscience would
have led her to at least talk to her son instead of putting me in
an awkward situation. She hadn’t even stopped by his office after
paying me a visit, leaving me to tell Jacob that she felt
comfortable baring her soul to a stranger that she hated instead of
her flesh and blood.
    But my exhaustion was more than mental and
emotional. Mia made me work for that signature, calling me all
hours of the night because she wanted coffee. Wanted to go to some
hipster store after hours. Wanted some impossible dish at 2 in the
morning. I could barely keep up, but after I got over the slight
annoyance at her wearing out my cell, I loved it. Hearing about her
past. Sharing my own. It was like having a little sister. But
getting her to agree on becoming a client was the easy part. Now it
was time for the hard work of rebuilding her career.
    I looked up at Jacob, his eyes bright as a
kid’s with a shiny new toy. Tonight wasn’t about his mother or Mia
or anything else but the two of us. Tonight was about
submission.
    I was ready. My hair was down, wild and free
the way he liked it. I had nothing on other than a ruby red lacy
chemise that made my skin look rich and supple. He picked up the
cuffs I had sitting on the cushion beside me, just waiting to be
secured around my wrists. And my body? He hadn’t even touched me
yet and I trembled. My breasts ached, nipples swollen against the
sultry material