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you not to come.” His voice was stern and she blushed.
    “I’m sorry…I’m sor…”
    Marcus shushed her with a finger to her lips. “I will have to punish you tonight, Carrie. Do you understand?”
    She gave a small nod. She looked nervous but not afraid. More eager than anything.
    He tucked himself back into his pants and helped Carrie to her feet. He bent and retrieved her shirt and bra. He held her bra out, noting the size as she put her arms through the straps. He stepped behind her and hooked it. He slid the blouse up as she eased her arms into it. Going back to the front of her, Marcus buttoned every one of the damned pearly buttons, cursing when he had to start over because he’d pushed a button through the wrong hole. He helped her straighten her skirt.
    She picked up her hose but Marcus shook his head, holding out his hand. Carrie placed the nylons across his palm. She watched, silent and wide-eyed as he balled them up and threw them in the trash.
    He went to his desk, taking a moment to write down a list of instructions. He gave the slip of paper to her; she took it, glancing down, her forehead scrunching up.
    “Your attire will be waiting for you at that store. I want you to pick it up by three o’clock. You’re to go home and dress exactly in the first outfit. Then you’re to drive to my home by no later than five.”
    He unlocked the door then returned to her side and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. He’d opened his mouth to tell her that she’d done well, but before he could utter a word his office door opened and Meredith strode in.
    “Carrie said you needed to see me.” Meredith’s clipped voice seemed to break the magic spell that had taken control of the room. Marcus’ sister froze then looked from him to Carrie. Her eyes narrowed and Marcus knew there was no mistaking that something had gone on in this room before Meredith had arrived.
    Carrie’s normally polished appearance was gone. In its place was the image of a goddess—her face pink, lips bruised and plump, legs slightly wobbly. When she attempted to walk out the door, she was looking at him rather than where she was going and practically walked right into the frame.
    Her face flushed scarlet as she muttered, “Oops!”
    Marcus couldn’t contain his chuckle as she righted herself and rushed out. This weekend was going to push his ability to remain in control. He relished a challenge, and his curvy little ex-assistant was going to prove one hell of a challenge.
    “Have you lost your mind?” Meredith bit out. “You must have lost your mind. Tell me this is a joke. It’s not enough that you’re the most notorious Dom in the greater Detroit area, but now you’re banging your secretary? Jesus, Marcus.” She cast a regretful glance after Carrie’s retreating figure. “You’re going to ruin her.”
    Marcus gave a weary sigh. “Carrie is no longer an employee at The Worthington Group. Now, I need you to take the six o’clock meeting I had scheduled with Renatto Construction. I’m leaving in an hour and will be unreachable this weekend.”
    Meredith pointed her finger at him, and Marcus braced himself for her meltdown.
    Her silver eyes narrowed. “You listen here, big brother. If you think I am going to go through another scandal like the one you and Karen brought down on this family, you are mistaken.”
    He allowed her this momentary rant. He always did. No one talked to him about his personal life like Meri. No one else would dare. He just couldn’t bring himself to tell her to piss off. The memories of sitting at their father’s funeral were forever burned into his mind. Not of the “Old Man” lying in the casket, but of his baby sister.
    Meredith had borne the brunt of their father’s disappointment in every situation, from bad business deals to his eldest son’s failures. Marcus, wrapped up in his own world, had failed to protect her from Stirling, and that had never been more apparent than at the