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Anna's POV:
It's the day of Dalton Enterprises' annual picnic, and as the summer sun grazes over my penthouse's building, i'm in a frustrating bind trying to select which outfit to wear for the aestival event. Blaine freely barges in my room, the obscene dramatic redhead has been living in my apartment for what feels like a collection of lengthy, durable eons. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking, you imbecile?" i dismiss her with a growl of my pearl white teeth, turning back to face my array of outfits hung upon my wardrobe. "Is it that company picnic thing today?" "Yes, it is. And i'm already struggling to pick what i'm going to wear without your rude, unholy comments of my outfit choices." "Okay, Shakespeare's wife. We both know you're only being a bitch to me because you wanna impress that smoking hot boss of yours." i groan internally, cursing myself for sharing my affair with the one goddamn person who i knew would forever take the piss out of me for being apart of. "Why am i friends with you?" "Because you're secretly in love with me. I have an outfit if you need one." "The look i am going for shan't have the word 'tramp' written all over it." i say with a fiendish grin, which results in me having a pillow launched at my head close to a point of concuss. "Do you want my help or not, Schuyler?" knowing i'm at a loss, i allow the bronze-headed woman to retrieve the outfit, and she re-enters the bedroom seconds later armed with a floral summer dress, perfect for the occasion. "See? Not too much, but just enough." "The boat cut-out would make Sam's knees quiver... well, well, well, it would seem that you're not just a pretty face after all!" i dress myself in the knee-length attire, the patterns simple, yet stylish and chic. My self-appreciation of how i admire the way my body looks in the dress is cut to an abrupt end when the sound of my phone vibrating is sent to my ears. I lift my phone in my hand and recognise the name in the notification bar instantly.

'Be a good girl, and show me what you're wearing'

I smirk at Sam's seeming knowledge that she's the one in charge this time. Grinning wickedly, i reply with a saunter in my appearance.

'Now, now... i haven't finished having my turn, yet. And you only get a picture if i get one first'

'How's this?'

It could be the excitement in the air, but my core believes that Sam's reply took longer than it was anticipated as her obedience has had no faults yet. The picture she responds with shows all her immaculate features, all on display for me, and me only. 

'That sweet ass is all mine. You hear me?'

'Yes, Mistress. May i have my photo now please?'

'You'll just have to wait until you see me, won't you?'

'That's not fair, Mistress'

'I never claimed to play fair.'

I leave Sam throbbing for more as i put my mobile away, omitting the continued vibrations that exit my cell as i head for the elevator, determined to prove to Sam once and for all, who's really in charge.