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laptop. “I think you did. My offer is that I
have a few very important clients coming over to my house from overseas. I
think you know the ones?”
    She knew exactly the people he
meant, the kind who fashioned themselves to be royalty. “Yes I do.”
    “Well, we’ve been working on this
deal for sex months and they want to mix business with pleasure. I need a date
for the night as well as some maneuvering of the contract. That’s where you
come into play,” Broden’s said, his eyes twinkling.
    The clients he was talking about
made her skin crawl, but securing their business would mean a heft bonus. “Fine. Your date in both business and
pleasure? I guess I can tolerate that for a night.”
    “I’m certain you can, Ms. Bryson.
You’re a professional after all.”
    Smiling, she wanted to retort but he
could read her too well.
    “Ms. Bryson, do you know how I deal
with mouthy girls, who don’t seem to know their place?”
    Kaela was almost incensed he was
refusing her look at her, simply pressing keys on his blessed computer. Tempted
not to honor his obvious request to find out, curiosity got the better of her.
“I think you’re going to tell me.” Aren’t
you, asshole?
    He gave her one sharp look, a glint
in his eye suggesting something dangerous. “Discipline, the old fashion way, and
do you know how that’s going to happen?”
    Tick. Tock.
    Discipline? Was he talking corporal punishment?
There was no way! Beads of pure sweat rolled down the back of her neck. Don’t answer him. Don’t do it! “How’s that?”
    “You’re going to ask me for it.”
    And she ceremoniously knew she’d
been dismissed. The words rung in the back of her mind, somehow an echo of them
kicking up her adrenaline and coursing straight into the heart of her pussy.
Dear God, she wanted to be spanked, needed to be whipped like a bad girl. She
wanted nothing more than to be draped over his lap, her naked ass already
crisscrossed with marks from his hand, a paddle, his belt and…   Get a
grip woman. But she knew more than anything what she craved and for all his
bravado, Broden MacGruder, aka jerk off of the year, he’d seen through her
veiled attempt at hiding the inner girl. How in the hell had he managed?
    “The invitation is fairly clear.
Make certain you wear something sexy and appropriate for a kinky costume party.
Understand?”
    Oh, she understood all right. Very
causally she grabbed the envelope, admiring the red linen and crisp gold
embossing. As she turned, she heard his voice and this time the husky vibe
drilled right through her.
    “You made a deal with me and I
certainly expect you to be there. In fact, I won’t take no for an answer.”
    The words chilling, she managed to
wait until she was back at her desk before ripping open the envelope. “A masquerade party?” This was about an unexpected as she
could imagine.
     
    Come
one, come all to a midnight masquerade ball
    Wear
something sinful or there will be no admittance.
    And
plan on indulging in your every fantasy.
    Saturday
Night…
     
    Shuddering to her crimson painted
toes, Kaela couldn’t believe he’d gone to this cheesy of a level. Really? She read the invitation again and groaned. Somehow
she knew she was going to have to play nice with the clients. Ugh. She tried to remind herself this
was business only and Mr. MacGruder needed her help. Still, if she could help
garner the contract then perhaps she the Vice Presidency position was locked
up.
    Unfortunately she had other things
on her mind. She pursed her lips, thinking one too many naughty thoughts about
seducing him. Goose bumps nearly exploded on her skin. Maybe some good fortune
had interceded and perhaps they could get to know each other, maybe date. Get a grip girl. This is just business. No dating, remember? Thoughts about the
party gave her the willies. There was no doubt some of his cronies would be
there as well to help seal the deal, imagining they were getting some night of
shameless