Brenda
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Mondays were days I used to look forward to, new problems to solve, new business deals to conquer. But this Monday felt different. It came with an uneasy feeling but a twinge of excitement. Because I had a man I planned on turning into my slave.
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strutted into the elevator.
My eyes fell on Tommy. Quickly, I pressed the button for the 30th floor multiple times like it would make the door close faster.
As the door began to close, I sighed, relief making my shoulders drop. But when it came to Tommy, nothing lasted for a while—not even my relief.
He squeezed through the slim cracks before the door shut.
“Good morning,” He greeted, his breath faster than normal.
His musky scent hung in the air, his broad shoulders taking up mor
