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to forgive him. Or maybe he
wanted to go there to demand she keep the list of promises she so foolishly
made. But he knew that neither option was the smart one. He should just leave
and let nature take its course. Then the curtains twitched aside, and he caught
a glimpse of her pale face and he knew he couldn't just leave. He still didn't
know if he wanted her to forgive him or obey him, but he knew he had to find
out.

Vance took a deep breath and climbed out of his car.
When he buzzed at the door, she didn't respond but let him in. A faint hope
bloomed in his chest. She hadn't told him to fuck off, so there was still a
chance to salvage whatever this could be. He paused at her door, far more
nervous than he'd ever been before. Suddenly, he realized that he didn't know
what to say.

When the door opened, he improvised. “Hi.”
     

Book Two
     
    She
nearly passed out when he buzzed to come in. Why in the world had he shown up?
Wasn't it enough that she'd humiliated herself with that email? Did he think he
had to come fire her in person? For a moment, she considered not letting him
in, but she knew that would just make it worse.

When she opened the door, she couldn't quite stop her
heart from skipping a beat. Tousled blue-black hair that looked like he'd spent
all day running his fingers through it. Arctic blue eyes that somehow managed
to be cold and hot at the same time. Tall, lean frame that she knew was far
more defined than his well-fitted suits revealed. She waited for him to speak
first. After the day she'd had, there was no way she was going to initiate the
conversation.
    ***
    In twenty-seven years, Courtney Bell had never been
so thoroughly mortified. When she'd read the attachment she'd emailed to her
boss – the CEO of the company where she was among the lowest on the totem pole
– she'd been so sure she'd be fired the second she walked in the door. When no
one said anything to her, she'd immediately opened her email, expecting
something, anything, from Vance Forster, the flirtatious CEO in question. Maybe
a summons to his office.

Her stomach tightened at the thought of the latter,
and she felt a pleasurable warmth in her belly. A squirming, nervous warmth,
but pleasurable nonetheless. What would he do to her if he called her up? With
a rush of heat to her cheeks, she remembered what she'd written in her
“assignment.” Obedience to whatever Vance told her to do. No panties and only
thigh-high stockings. Spanking with myriad objects. Fucking her.

Oh shit. Hadn't she said something about letting him
fuck her ass if she'd been really bad? And just how bad was “really”?

She'd been drunk. Courtney took a deep breath, slowly
letting it out. He couldn't really hold her to all of that, could he? Courtney
stood suddenly, needing to be alone. Ignoring the puzzled expressions of her
co-workers, she hurried to the restroom.

The water was cool on her fevered skin. She splashed
it again, desperate to dissipate the flush that had appeared. She smoothed down
her ash blond hair. The face that looked at her in the mirror was one she
barely recognized. Her dark gray eyes were wild, her normally pale skin nearly
translucent with the exception of two high spots of color on her cheeks.

She had to call him. She couldn't sit around all day,
just waiting for Vance to do something. She'd go nuts. Decision made, she
returned to her desk and picked up the phone, dialing before she could change
her mind.

“Vance Forster's office.” The professional but
pleasant voice of his assistant came over the line.

“Hi, this is Courtney Bell from Business Development.
May I speak to Mr. Forster please?”

“And what is this in regards to?”

Courtney silently swore. She hadn't thought what
reason to give. Might as well stick with as close to the truth as she could. “I
need to discuss an assignment he gave me yesterday.”

“Mr. Forster's in a meeting right now. I'll have him
call you back when he gets in.”