She needed a job, he needed a personal assistant. What could go wrong?
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Welcome to Frisky Friday. My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health. This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.
My submission for this week is from my sixth novel, Lessons in Love, published by Blushing Books.
This excerpt occurs after Mr. Peterson has taken Pam shopping for a new wardrobe at a an exclusive place where she suffered a mini breakdown. Knowing she'd have questions and wanting her to feel comfortable talking, he takes her to dinner at his private club. Pam is amazed to find a footman greet them, and stupefied by the ultra-exclusive manliness of the place, but she suffers a wave of uneasiness when she observes most of the private dining areas are equipped with beds.
Wondering what sort of place her boss has taken her to, she's relieved to note that the room they're escorted to looks like a private parlor with a small table set for two. However, there's an odd piece of the furniture in the corner made of wood and leather that seems terribly out of place with all the china, crystal and velvet. However, when she admits she's no longer hungry and suggests it might be best if she just went home, he grows firm with her.
"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her voice trembling uncertainly.
He pointed at her chair. "Second and last chance. Sit down, please."
She shook her head, but when he rose she hurried back to her seat and picked up her menu. He put his napkin aside, stepped next to her chair, and extended a hand. Ridiculously, she noticed the blunt-tipped nails at the end of his long, lean fingers were buffed.
Swallowing past the uncertain lump lodged in her throat, Pam held up her menu and tried to smile. "I haven't decided what I want, yet. Have you?"
"I've decided I'll order for both of us. Take my hand, Pam."
She gazed up at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
"Trust, Pam. I want you to know everything I do is with your best interests in mind. Take my hand, please."
"Please…. I won't say anything more."
He crouched down so their eyes were level. "The last thing I want is for you to stop talking. I know you have questions, so I brought you here to answer them."
"But you're angry with me."
"No. I'm being firm because I want you to obey me. I'm not angry."
"Are you intending to punish me?"
"That is my decision to make, not yours."
"Yes, I'm aware of that, but I want you to trust me enough to do as I ask, despite your fear. I realize we're still getting to know each other, so I'll make some allowances, but no matter what I say or do, I require your obedience. I suggest you not strike out twice tonight. You're already on sufferance for not calling me earlier. So, be a good girl and place your fingers on my palm."
Though Rob recognizes Pam's uneasiness, he's not about to let her leave until she tells him what has her most concerned.
M/F, DD on the executive floor.
If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Lessons in Love
Buy the book directly from Blushing Books, or Amazon
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and wish you and yours a very Frisky Friday.