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employee. Self-consciously smoothing down her skirt, she asked herself for the millionth time, why. She’d often wondered if it was her clothing. It was conservative enough for the office, but hardly dowdy. It was Ann Taylor, after all. Granted, consignment shop Ann Taylor due to her meager budget, which meant it was a few years behind current fashion, but it was her usual pencil skirt and blouse. Did those ever go out of style? It was also snug enough on her five foot six inch, one hundred forty pound frame to show her curves, which she had plenty of, but not be tastelessly tight.
    Today, she’d topped the winter white skirt with a floral shell in blues and corals, a coral jacket, and matching heels—double strap, four-inch heels—which she thought were sexy but not over the top for work. She’d been in and out of his office a dozen times today, but he never seemed to notice, unlike the other partners who she often caught staring at her legs or her ass, and most especially her D-cup breasts. She had often rationalized that maybe he was gay, but that was sour grapes on her part because he never lacked female company.
    As the saying went, he just wasn’t that into her. Still, what had the odd look been about?
    Reproving herself silently, she pushed aside the irrational delusion that there was something there. For years she’d subtly flirted, hinting and hoping, but coming up empty handed and disappointed time and again. She’d finally conceded that her feelings would not be returned, that her love was unrequited and that her efforts were futile. But no more.
    She shook her head, letting out a long-drawn-out sigh of disappointment before stretching to switch off her desk lamp. Apparently, he didn’t see her as more than a loyal employee. She smiled to herself. If he saw her in the outfit she had laid out for the club tonight, maybe she’d earn a second glance.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    “Are you ready to get your spank on tonight, Livvy?”
    Twisting her head in horror, her eyes shot to the interior office door—thankfully, still firmly closed—before zoning in on Emma. A paralegal at the firm and her BFF from high school, she stood in the doorway to their suite with a big goofy grin on her face.
    “Keep your voice down,” Livvy shushed with a flapping hand as she rushed toward her. “Someone will hear you.”
    “You mean one particular person will hear me.” Emma knew she lusted after her boss and didn’t miss an opportunity to bedevil her about it. “Would that be such a bad thing? Maybe that would wake him up to the smoking hot submissive who’s been parked outside his door for three years, unnoticed, un-spanked and un-fucked. Then, if he still doesn’t get the stick out of his ass and stake his claim, you can finally get over this crush.”
    “I swear, Emma Jean Briscoe, if he hears you, or anyone else for that matter, you’ll have to find a new best friend. Here’s why. First, I’ll never speak to you again, and second, I’ll be in Vancouver, having quit, packed my bags, and snuck out of town in the dead of night never being able to show my face at this firm again. Is that what you want?”
    “Honey, you’re making more noise than I did.”
    “Yeah, but you said the s-word, which tends to get folk’s attention.”
    “Submissive?”
    “Shh!” Grabbing her arm, she dragged her out into the corridor and pulled the main door firmly shut before setting her straight. “‘S’ as in spanked.”
    “Ah.” Emma’s pretty blue eyes sparkled with humor. “You’ve got a point there. A spanking is known to make people stand up and take notice. Or should I say bend over?” She laughed at her own joke as usual. When she settled, her eyes narrowed on Livvy in concern. “Are you sure you need to go all the way to San Antonio? Why not let David and me take you to Shackles and Chains on Saturday? We can help you scope out a nice local Dom.”
    She frowned at her friend. “You said that place was a