want
more.
“Unfortunately,
I think you’re going to have to make a choice here. I don’t see you getting
both. And definitely not with Xander.”
Logan
knew his wife, knew she was going to do some serious thinking. And he’d wait.
Patiently. Because, when Sam finally decided what it was she wanted, he knew
she’d do what she felt would make them both happy. That’s just the way she
worked. And that’s one of the main reasons he continued to fall in love with
her a little more each day.
Chapter
Nine
Xander hung up the phone and looked
up from his desk. He had heard his front door open for the second time about
three minutes ago, and there were only a handful of people who had a key to his
house. The housekeeper, the cook, his assistant Leah, Shane, and yes, Mercedes.
Needless to say, he’d been only half
paying attention to Hirsh’s incessant rambling on the other end of the phone
because he’d been more interested about who was there, praying that Mercedes
had come back.
His heart had pounded frantically in
his chest when he heard her leave. If he hadn’t already been on the phone, he
would’ve gone after her, but he wanted to get Hirsh off his back once and for
all. Not that that’s what happened.
A quick glance at the clock on his
computer and he noticed it was right at noon. It had to be Mercedes.
Fighting the urge to go in search of
her, Xander remained where he was. The whole point was to make her come to him.
If she didn’t, then that was his answer. It wasn’t the one he wanted, and he
wasn’t certain he would stop pursuing her, but at least it would give him some
idea of what he was up against.
Opening his email, he skimmed
through the items in his inbox. There wasn’t anything pressing, and he knew his
calendar was clear for the rest of the day, but he had to do something to keep
him from jumping out of his seat and going to search for her.
If he had to guess, Mercedes was
pacing the floor in his living room, trying to convince herself to turn around
and go back home.
Looking up from his computer screen,
Xander watched as Mercedes stepped into his office.
For a moment, he thought his heart
would pound right out of his chest.
Leaning back in his chair, he
studied her. She didn’t look much different than she had earlier, although
somewhere along the way she’d lost the blazer, which he considered a good
thing.
Her silky, onyx hair was flowing
loosely down her back and over her shoulder, her crisp white shirt had two
buttons opened, revealing just a hint of her gorgeous cleavage, and her black
skirt was back to its original form before he had gruffly thrust his hands
beneath it.
She looked prim and proper and so
fucking sexy it made his teeth hurt.
“I’m here,” she told him.
“I see that.” He made a point not to
look pleased, but he definitely was. So much so that his cock was now straining
against his slacks, begging for attention. On the flip side though, Xander was
leaving what happened next up to her, so his dick was likely going to have to
be patient.
He’d asked her to come to him, and
she had, which meant she was accepting his proposal. If she weren’t, Mercedes
would’ve emailed him with the bad news. She wasn’t big on conflict, and she
tended to avoid it whenever possible. So it was good news that she was standing
there. Except he knew Mercedes, which meant she would have a few stipulations
to go along with her acquiescence. Now he just had to wait to see what those
were.
She moved closer, her arms loose at
her sides. Not only was she still mostly buttoned up like the business
professional he knew her to be, she had also put on even taller heels. He
happened to prefer the ones she’d had on earlier, but these were nice too.
They’d come right out of her Domme wardrobe; he recognized that immediately.
If Xander had to guess, the shoes
were a power play. Being that she was roughly a foot shorter before the five
inches added to her height, she probably felt
more.
“Unfortunately,
I think you’re going to have to make a choice here. I don’t see you getting
both. And definitely not with Xander.”
Logan
knew his wife, knew she was going to do some serious thinking. And he’d wait.
Patiently. Because, when Sam finally decided what it was she wanted, he knew
she’d do what she felt would make them both happy. That’s just the way she
worked. And that’s one of the main reasons he continued to fall in love with
her a little more each day.
Chapter
Nine
Xander hung up the phone and looked
up from his desk. He had heard his front door open for the second time about
three minutes ago, and there were only a handful of people who had a key to his
house. The housekeeper, the cook, his assistant Leah, Shane, and yes, Mercedes.
Needless to say, he’d been only half
paying attention to Hirsh’s incessant rambling on the other end of the phone
because he’d been more interested about who was there, praying that Mercedes
had come back.
His heart had pounded frantically in
his chest when he heard her leave. If he hadn’t already been on the phone, he
would’ve gone after her, but he wanted to get Hirsh off his back once and for
all. Not that that’s what happened.
A quick glance at the clock on his
computer and he noticed it was right at noon. It had to be Mercedes.
Fighting the urge to go in search of
her, Xander remained where he was. The whole point was to make her come to him.
If she didn’t, then that was his answer. It wasn’t the one he wanted, and he
wasn’t certain he would stop pursuing her, but at least it would give him some
idea of what he was up against.
Opening his email, he skimmed
through the items in his inbox. There wasn’t anything pressing, and he knew his
calendar was clear for the rest of the day, but he had to do something to keep
him from jumping out of his seat and going to search for her.
If he had to guess, Mercedes was
pacing the floor in his living room, trying to convince herself to turn around
and go back home.
Looking up from his computer screen,
Xander watched as Mercedes stepped into his office.
For a moment, he thought his heart
would pound right out of his chest.
Leaning back in his chair, he
studied her. She didn’t look much different than she had earlier, although
somewhere along the way she’d lost the blazer, which he considered a good
thing.
Her silky, onyx hair was flowing
loosely down her back and over her shoulder, her crisp white shirt had two
buttons opened, revealing just a hint of her gorgeous cleavage, and her black
skirt was back to its original form before he had gruffly thrust his hands
beneath it.
She looked prim and proper and so
fucking sexy it made his teeth hurt.
“I’m here,” she told him.
“I see that.” He made a point not to
look pleased, but he definitely was. So much so that his cock was now straining
against his slacks, begging for attention. On the flip side though, Xander was
leaving what happened next up to her, so his dick was likely going to have to
be patient.
He’d asked her to come to him, and
she had, which meant she was accepting his proposal. If she weren’t, Mercedes
would’ve emailed him with the bad news. She wasn’t big on conflict, and she
tended to avoid it whenever possible. So it was good news that she was standing
there. Except he knew Mercedes, which meant she would have a few stipulations
to go along with her acquiescence. Now he just had to wait to see what those
were.
She moved closer, her arms loose at
her sides. Not only was she still mostly buttoned up like the business
professional he knew her to be, she had also put on even taller heels. He
happened to prefer the ones she’d had on earlier, but these were nice too.
They’d come right out of her Domme wardrobe; he recognized that immediately.
If Xander had to guess, the shoes
were a power play. Being that she was roughly a foot shorter before the five
inches added to her height, she probably felt
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