Chapter 22

Without the lens of pack dynamics, she'll see him exactly as the Whipping boy she described in the Elevator. To make it worse, Sam flicks me a condemning look before he obeys. He pulls out a package of cold cuts, bread, and condiments and start making sandwich without asking what she likes.

It annoys me more than it should, but Kylie's stomach complain again, and she looks appreciatively at the food, so figure it's okay.

"I'm going to take you home. You're going to come to work tomorrow, like nothing happened. Let me know if they make contact you again," I tell her as Sam makes the sandwich. She lets out an impatient puff of air, but lowers her chin.

"Yes, sir."

My cock goes rock hard. Hearing those words, the same ones that normally annoy the hell out of me coming from kisses employees, feels like a total win.

The time I picture her on her knees at my feet, gazing up with those beautiful, gold flecked eyes, waiting for my command.

Sam slides the plate across the counter to Kylie.