Formerly titled "dear you"
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32, Tremaine Maverick needed help around his office. Especially after his long time assistant Valerie went on maternity leave weeks ago. Fed up with firing thee sixth replacement sent to him that week, he was runni...
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[ 18+ .. for matters that the book/chapter contains mature content. For those that may dislike/ trigger from sub/dom, sexual dominance, behavior or activity, I suggest you stop reading.. If you do continue, I can't apologize for anything said or done, that you don't agree with/ like, because you were warned beforehand.. ] _______
The echo of heels sounded in Tremaine's ear as he stood at the island drinking coffee and reading through some paperwork. Doing a double take, he watched Stevie closely as she entered the kitchen fixing a small wrinkle in her skirt.
"Morning," She finally looked up at see Tremaine staring at her oddly. "What what's wrong, something wrong with my outfit?" She questioned looking down at her clothes.
"Nah--" He sat his coffee cup down. "But why are you in them?"
Stevie laughed as she mushed her eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean? I'm..First off I could've came down here ass naked, but, I decided to have a little more decency. But I'm going to work with you I'm ready to get back to the grind--"
He cut her off briefly. ''No," He stated turning his attention back to his papers.
"Huh?"
"You're taking the rest of the week off, Stevie, we've already agreed to it. You have three more days left. Want anything for breakfast?" He asked.
"I don't eat breakfast, I usually just have coffee. But I don't wanna take the other days off. I want to get back to work, I'm feeling a lot better," She strolled further and around the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"You don't eat breakfast?"
"Nope," She hummed filling her cup up with the french vanilla bean brew, she moved to grab the creamer, but Tremaine's grabbed it before she could.
"You, don't, eat, breakfast," He rested his hand on the counter. Staring at her rather disappointed. "Fuck you make it through the day like you do with all that energy, Stevie?"
Sighing she laughed. "Tremaine! You acting like I said I don't shower, it's fine I don't eat breakfast, so what, and I run of determination. Now can I have the creamer please?" She batted her lashes.
"What you want for breakfast I'll order you something,"
Stevie tapped her hands ontop of the counter impatiently. "I, don't, eat, breakfast! I don't want anything, but the creamer, please," She rolled her eyes reaching for it.
"Yeah, no," He laughed grabbing his phone off the counter. Tucking the creamer container under his arm, he wandered off a bit. "You like french toast?"
