His Whip

I don't think I will like this woman, not a single bit.

"Marcus! How are you, I haven't seen you in ages we seem to keep missing each other." She walks over to him, her arms wrapping around him as she embraces him, my teeth biting down as I fight the urge to pull her off him.

"That is so pumpkin, I have been a bit distracted. This Saturday, can we sort out a private function here?" He looks at her, and she nods, walking back to her desk.

"Celebrating something? I do love the parties you throw." She is clearly flirting with him, yet he is either oblivious to it or just ignoring her really well.

"A birthday party, Anaya's birthday." She nods and looks at me.

"A new customer I see, well welcome Anaya, I haven't seen you before hence I am guessing you are new. You can leave us to it, Marcus, I can help her from here." She smiles at Marcus and clearly misunderstands; he shakes his head at her.

"Not going anywhere, it is me planning it." His hand strokes up my leg to my hand where he grasps