44Wednesday morning Harry called her office with an update. “How’s my favorite slave-trainee?” he asked. “Being a good little girl while Daddy’s away?” Kate colored even though no one was close enough to her desk to overhear.
“I can’t tell you how much I want to f**k you right now, girl.”
“Please, Mr. Hill,” she said, trying to look professionally detached in case anyone in the office was trying to listen in on her conversation. “I’m not sure we can arrange that. At least not for a few days,” she said primly.
Harry laughed. “I’m sure if you could speak freely you’d be saying something entirely different.”
“You may well be right, Mr. Hill,” Kate agreed dryly.
“I had to call you to confirm Zeke’s back and will pick you up at your apartment at six sharp. As I suggested, it would be best
