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new leaf. I realize women like Stella and Rachel, and even that girl you met earlier… What the fuck was her name? Oh, Casey, right, anyway I’ve accepted that these women are comparable to putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound. And I’m not sure why I’ve continued to attempt forcing myself into this mold that society has of how a relationship should be. Especially when you look at every other aspect of my life… I don’t fucking conform to shit. They try to tell me to stop bending the rules, I snap the fuckers in half.
    So, for that reason, I will not fuck Ms. Stella Reese.
    But Jesus fucking Christ—Do I want to.
    Thankfully, I got in touch with Paul and have plans to visit Chained this weekend.
    I can wait until then to get my cock wet—Don’t worry, I got this shit.
    An exasperated sigh leaves Stella’s beautiful fucking lips as her head comes up from signing the paperwork. She slides the folder across the expanse of my desk, “Okay. All initialed and signed. Do you have a curriculum or a schedule for me? I didn’t see any mention of hours per week in the forms.”
    The devils grin snakes its way onto my face. Leaning forward in my chair, I lower my voice to the lowest, devious tone I possess. “You’re fucking mine, Stella Reese. All. Mine. You will be at my heel Monday through Friday from seven am until six pm, you will be available and easily accessible to me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You will work directly under me, and me alone, for the next three hundred and sixty-five days, and when I’m finished with you, you will be nothing less than a five fucking star publicist. Is that understood?”
    Okay, so… As soon as the first sentence fell out off my mouth, any and all control over the remaining words that I originally maintained fucking vanished.
    And from where I’m sitting, Stella seems to have gone as pale as a ghost, broke out into a sweat, and is chewing that goddamn bottom lip of hers to hell.
    “I asked you a question. Answer it.” I say sternly.
    She stops chewing on her lip however the ‘O’ her mouth is currently forming is making my cock swell so hard, it’s almost unbearable.
    “Close that pretty fucking mouth of yours. You won’t like what happens to it if you don’t.”
    She snaps it shut and begins squirming in her seat. I sit behind my massive mahogany desk and watch in fascination as she pulls her confidence up around her and I find it somewhat amusing.
    “Monday through Friday, seven to six. Got it. Able to be reached twenty-four/seven. Got it. Yours? Never.” She leans over my desk with a detested looking smirk on her face, “Not in a million fucking years. Your employee? Yes, sir. Got it? And if you ever, EVER , talk about my mouth in the context you just did, I’ll have your ass in court for sexual harassment quicker than you can steeple those fucking fingers of yours again. Understood?”
    She stands from her chair before snatching her file from my desk and flipping it open. After setting a piece of paper on the top my desk, she spins on her heel before making her way to exit the double doors of my office.
    But before she can close the door I get the last fucking word in, because I always get the last word in. It’s what I fucking do. “Rachel has your new work cell phone. Make sure to get it from her before leaving. Goodbye, Ms. Reese.”
    Long after Stella’s left my office, I remain sitting there, staring at the doors she walked through. Weird, and I mean weird as fuck shit begins shifting around in my chest. And my mind? Fuck don’t even ask where that damn thing went. Because even I don’t know.
    I do, however, know three things. One, I like Stella Reese—a-fucking-lot. Two, I could not have chosen a better intern for Jacobs Publishing. And three, those goddamn subs Paul has lined up, every damn one of them better look exactly like Stella Jolie Reese.
    I shove my fingers through my hair and fist them before settling my elbows on my desk and