“Is there something I can do for you Ms. Madsen?” I asked.
“What exactly do you propose, Sir? I hope I won’t have to call “security” on you, Mr. Jefferson.”
I looked up and couldn’t help but crack a smile. It felt good to be alone in my office with this woman. I wish she could’ve come to Obsessions without a collar, alone.
“No, Miss. That won’t be necessary. I was simply going to offer you refreshment from the bar, if you’d like.”
“No thank you. I’m not thirsty at the moment. Maybe you could offer me… something else… a little later, perhaps?”
What did the she mean by that? The submissive looked at me with what seemed like a deep flirtatious glance, and then I cast my eyes back down to my paperwork. I tried to focus, but her presence was a major distraction.
God, I liked everything a
