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last night and I haven’t spoken to him this morning to know what kind of implications that might have on your business deal.” She noticed the frown that flashed across Dawson’s face and her nerves kicked up a notch. “I know that I screwed up and that it was completely unprofessional of me. I’m sorry Dawson. It just seemed to happen. It wasn’t prearranged or planned in any way.”
     
    “While I can’t fault him for having good taste in women, it was totally unacceptable behavior on your part, Zoe. You do realize that, don’t you? What if you’d screwed everything up? What would have happened then?” His voice was stern but there didn’t seem to be any anger in his tone, much to Zoe’s relief.
     
    “I know, and you’re right. Yes, I did screw up. I’m so sorry Dawson. There’s not really anything else I can do except apologize and assure you that it won’t happen again.” Zoe was genuinely contrite. She loved her job with Dawson, and even though she craved a little physical contact from time to time, she knew that the physical contact should not be with a prospective client or business associate.
     
    “Well these things happen, but you do know that you need to be punished for your indiscretion.” It wasn’t a question, and Zoe felt the stirrings of sexual awareness run through her at Dawson’s unmistakable ‘threat’.
     
    He pushed his chair back and stood up. “Come with me.” There was no ‘please’; he merely stated what she should do. And Zoe stood up and meekly followed him with her nether regions already getting moist at the prospect of what might come next.
 

 
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Chapter Five
     
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    They rode the elevator up to the top floor, and Zoe gasped at the sheer opulence of Dawson’s suite. She had thought that Armando’s was luxurious, but it was nothing compared to this. Cream leather couches were strategically placed on a black marble floor that shone so much Zoe could literally see her reflection in it. Beautiful solid wood tables were placed between the seating and crystal lamps lit the room up. A large island separated the living area from the small but fully functional kitchen, which was kitted out in stainless steel appliances.
     
    Through an open door Zoe could see an enormous bed which was covered in red satin sheets. The room looked innocuous enough, but she knew that as soon as she stepped in there it would turn into something a lot more than a mere bedroom. It would become whatever den of iniquity Dawson wanted it to be. And she was more than just a little okay with that.
     
    She jumped as Dawson spoke from behind her. “You know where I want you, Zoe.” She turned her head to look at him and he nodded in the direction of the bedroom. “Take off your clothes and wait for me.”
     
    She didn’t question him. She didn’t even argue or put up a token objection. He’d already informed her downstairs that she would have to be punished, so she was under no false illusions as to what he intended to do, even if she didn’t know the details. He was going to inflict some kind of pain on her, but it was going to be a pain that she knew from experience would send her into throes of ecstasy unlike anything else could. It was a pain that she dreaded but craved all at the same time.
     
    She walked into the bedroom with her head held high. Dawson might have control over her in this kind of situation, but it was only because she chose to let him have that control. And ultimately that meant that she was the one who was holding the reins, because she could walk away from this any time she wanted to. The truth was she didn’t want to.
     
    Zoe stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the floor. She stood facing the bed with her back to the door, her legs shaking slightly in anticipation of what punishment Dawson might dole out this time. She sensed rather than heard him walk up behind her and her back automatically straightened and she raised her chin in an