You Are Mine

"I really should be getting home," I said for the hundredth time.I reluctantly followed my best friend Lizzie towards the entrance. This was apparently an exclusive night club that she just couldn't wait to introduce me to and had been bugging me about it all night."No! Come on, we're almost there," she said hurriedly.She grabbed my arm and began dragging me past the line of young women dressed in... Well, absolutely nothing really. To give them credit they had a few scraps on mostly in the form of gothic corsets and cloth that was supposed to be miniskirts even though they barely made it to the cloth category. "Wannabees," Lizzie spat out in disgust."And how are we any different?" I asked as I gestured to our outfits, she had insisted we wear. Though I have to admit the green lace corset she shoved me into did emphasize the green in my eyes, what little there was; but it also greatly emphasizes my bust and believe me at a D cup size that is not exactly a good thing. Also, I cou

With another truly irritated sound rolling off my lips, I got up and began gathering my equipment, my laptop to take notes on, my cell phone and my very necessary coffee. Walking through the office as briskly as I could, my eyes snagged a man standing over in the corner of the meeting room chatting with Lizzie. When she looked over at me and wiggled her eyebrows, I couldn't help but smile. This man was nothing short of prince-charming-handsome, that is, if prince charming were ever an ex-navy seal and looked like he could wrestle a bear with his bare hands. That was something I had no doubt this man could do, and he had to be ex-military something, with the way his blonde hair was trimmed close to this head and his eyes seemingly not missing anything. He was almost a full 4 inches taller than Lizzie if she had not been wearing her classic three-inch stilettos. His smile was so gorgeous, it has probably been known to stop a heart or two in his time and helped to soften the hard edges o

"What?" Reed growled as he reached out and gripped my arm."What?" I echoed still reeling."What did you just say?" he said as he pulled me to him once again."I didn't say anything." My words rushed out praying to God I hadn't given voice to my thoughts, although, I could tell by how adamantly he stared at me that I probably had. "Mr. Callaghan, Ms. Johnson was just on her way to clear her desk. Let me escort her out," said Mr. Jones from directly behind me. "Oh, please God don't tell me he heard me too," I whispered to Mr. Callaghan. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up right then. "No," said Mr. Callaghan. "No?" Mr. Jones said. I could hear the confusion in his voice.When Mr. Callaghan shook his head at me, I knew that answer had been intended for me. He turned fully to Jones and addressed him. "I need to talk to Ms. Johnson, so I will escort her out. You, you will stay here because when I come back, we have much to discuss," Mr. Callaghan stated forcefully. I could h

I walked back into the living room finally fully clothed and took a deep breath while squaring my shoulders, determined not to back down now. After my little pep talk, I was feeling more in control and ready to take him on. When I came around the corner, I noticed his back was to me so I happily took a moment to admire his exquisite physique. He had a strong, muscular back that I knew had to be a product of heavy lifting or days in the gym, and I could see them bunch up as he bent to pick up a picture I had sitting next to my TV. He had a rather spectacular ass, tight and firm and just the kind you wanted to slam your heels against as he was driving into you. Damn it, Mia, get a hold of yourself."So, what did you come here for?" I asked a bit more forcefully than I had intended. I had just been trying to distract myself from my dirty thoughts and him from the picture he was looking at. It was the one the paramedics had taken of Lizzie and me on my 25th birthday after a wild night of

"What are you doing here?" I asked with shock when I walked into my office and saw Chrissy sitting behind my old desk.I had to admit I almost didn't recognize her. She had put her hair up in a respectful hairstyle and her clothing actually covered her body properly. I half wondered if I had fallen asleep and was dreaming her up. I had just barely made it on time that morning due to a restless night's sleep with dreams about a certain long-haired blue-eyed Master demanded that I submit to him. On top of all that, some idiot had tried to run me over on my walk to work. So, instead of my normal ten-minute walk it turned into a walk and a ten-minute yelling and cussing match. Needless to say, I really was in no mood for Chrissy's attitude this morning and was really hoping she would slink back into the hole she normally crawled out of.She looked up and glared death daggers at me. "This is my new office, haven't you heard? I've been demoted to doing your fucking job," she spat out at me