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    CHAPTER ONE
                  Grace Marcum entered the office that Wednesday morning, her dark skirt skimming her rounded hips and thighs.  The perfectly lady-like hem stopped just above her knees.  Beneath the skirt, she wore no panties, as instructed.  The new garter belt and stockings that Anthony had presented her with just that morning were soft against her skin.  He bought her lingerie frequently, as well as other gifts.  Initially, Grace had resisted accepting gifts from him, but he could be persuasive.  He’d been her boss for two years, but it wasn’t until he’d discovered her journal, chocked full of naughty fantasies about him, that he’d ever given any indication that he returned her feelings. 
                  Grace thought of the argument they’d had only the week before.  Anthony Callahan was not a man to be crossed.  He normally got his way in most things, but in that particular battle, Grace had stood her ground.  She wanted to maintain the secrecy of their relationship.  People at the office tended to look down on her anyway due to the fact that she was at least three dress sizes larger than anyone else who worked there.  She wasn’t ashamed of their relationship, but the idea of all those snarky women from the office speculating on what Anthony could possibly see in her made her feel sick. 
                  Striding into the executive corridor, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, Grace unlocked the outer office and walked to her desk.  Placing her purse in the bottom drawer, she hung up her coat, and turned to the coffee maker to begin making the coffee that was requisite for the weekly staff meeting. While waiting for it to brew, she fired up her computer, and then began preparing a tray with styrofoam cups and an assortment of creamers.  It was imperative to her not to change anything about her routine.  Some of her coworkers had already noticed that something was different about her.  One of the accounting clerks had commented on it in the elevator just that morning, remarking that it took a very special man to put that kind of glow in a woman’s cheeks.  Remembering the intense spanking Anthony had delivered to her bottom last night,  Grace had blushed furiously and mumbled a noncommittal response. 
                  “Good morning, Ms. Marcum.”
                  Grace smiled to herself at the sound of Anthony’s voice behind her.  Turning her head, she glanced at him over her shoulder, trying not to think about how amazing he looked naked, his hard body looming above hers.  “Good morning, Mr. Callahan.  The coffee should be ready momentarily.”
                  “Thank you.  I could use a little extra caffeine this morning... I had a very late night.”
                  Grace blushed, wanted to scold him, but knew that he was just trying to goad her into saying something at the office that would give them away.  “Maybe you can get some rest this weekend,” she suggested mildly, pouring a cup of the steaming liquid for him. 
                  His fingers brushed hers as he took the cup from her.  It was the slightest of touches, but it was charged.  “I sincerely hope not,” he said. 
                  Grace’s breath hitched in her chest at the hot look in his eyes.  “Behave,” she admonished quietly. 
                  “Make me,” he said, just as softly, but with intent. 
                  “Not at work,” she hissed, glancing worriedly toward the door. 
                  Anthony relented.  He didn’t like it, but he’d agreed to Grace’s condition that their relationship be kept a secret.  Personally, he would have shouted it from the rooftop.  “Okay.  But I’ll be damned glad when it’s Friday.  I’ve booked a suite at the Grand.”  The Grand International was one of the oldest and most