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for.”
    Huh. The man could apologize, and he felt remorse. Interesting.
    “Who did you think all those packages were for?” he asked, pointing at the table.
    “I have no idea, sir.” I let that last word slip out unbidden, beginning to feel the impact of my choice.
    “I realize that. But you must have had an idea. What was it?”
    I licked my dry lips to no avail. “Your girlfriend, sir?”
    “Cade.”
    “Cade.”
    “Thank you. I don’t have a girlfriend, baby.” His voice was softer.
    “Oh.”
    He paused.
    “What was the point of the wild goose chase then, Cade?”
    God that smile. “To piss you off, baby.”
    “You intentionally sent me running around the city all morning to make me mad at you?” I glanced at the boxes. “Is there even anything in those boxes?” I hated that I’d asked that question the second it came out of my mouth.
    “Fuck, yes. There are things in them.”
    “What things?” Again, what was the matter with me?
    Cade cocked his head. “You aren’t ready to find out yet.”
    “Oh.” I sat up straighter. Good answer. I didn’t ever want to know what was in those boxes. Did I? Suddenly the fine line blurred, and I wasn’t seeing as clearly.
    “Suffice to say, they’re all yours. And I’ll give you each of them when I feel you’re ready to receive them.”
    That was insane seeing as I intended to resign from this job first thing tomorrow morning and never see him again.
    He must have read my thoughts once more because he approached me and sat on the coffee table this time. He didn’t touch me. But he was less than a foot away when he leaned his elbows on his knees and met my gaze. “Baby, you’re a submissive.”
    I shook my head in denial. I would know if I were submissive.
    “I know you don’t realize it yet, but you are. And that solidified knowledge is making me so fucking hot I can hardly contain myself.”
    At that point, with his body so close to mine and his breath mingling with mine and his enormous expanse of fine chest stretching his shirt out in front of me…I didn’t want him to contain himself. For once I wanted to live on the edge. Be reckless. Who cared? I never had to see him again anyway. Forget two weeks’ notice. I’d resign this afternoon, just after giving this god of sex my virginity. I didn’t care about the repercussions. I just wanted him to touch me.
    Surely he would understand why I never showed up for work again.
    “Sir—”
    He cut me off by leaping from the coffee table and hauling me to my feet.
    I’d forgotten he asked me not to call him sir. It triggered something in him, a wild abandon. I had trouble staying on my feet as he dragged me to the center of the rug and left me standing there, facing him while he resumed sitting on the coffee table, this time on the other side, still less than a foot away, still facing me.
    “I want you to do something for me. Don’t think about it. Just do it. Don’t hesitate.”
    “Okay.” No idea why I consented to that.
    “Take off your panties.”
    I hesitated. There was no way to avoid it. His request was as foreign to me as if he’d asked me to bark like a dog or flap my arms like a bird.
    “Amelia, look at me.”
    I met his gaze.
    “Take off your panties, baby.” His voice was deep, hoarse, rough, penetrating, commanding. It pulled me like a magnet.
    The wetness factor went up ten notches. I found myself doing as he instructed, reaching under my skirt and carefully sliding the beige lacy panties down my thighs, past my knees, and over each foot.
    I was shaking as I righted myself. And that’s not all I was doing. I was also dripping with arousal. Thank God I’d chosen the safer beige bra that morning, because otherwise there would be no way to conceal my nipples from his view. I wasn’t entirely sure I was succeeding anyway. And I wasn’t about to look.
    Cade reached out a hand.
    Instinctively I knew what he wanted, and I set my wet panties in his palm. My face flushed so hot I