Millicent
"I need to use the restroom," I said when Abel got pulled into a discussion about quarterly projections with some board members.
He looked like he wanted to protest, to keep me right where he could see me, but business won out. "Don't be long."
Another command. I escaped before my traitorous body could respond to the possessive tone.
The ladies' room was mercifully empty, and I took a moment to splash cool water on my wrists. My reflection showed flushed cheeks and bright eyes, arousal and frustration warring for dominance. I gripped the marble counter and tried to get myself under control. Abel's behavior tonight was affecting me more than I wanted to admit.
"Get it together, Millicent," I told my reflection. "You're here for Mom, not to play mate games with your boss."
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