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Anna's POV:
I've realised something- choosing an outfit was all the more easier when Blaine, my righteous redheaded friend, was around to tell me what i'd look absolutely shite in, and what i'd look like a goddess who could walk on water in. Something tells me to dress up in nothing but unwashed sweatpants and used sandals, to show Sam i'm not bothered one bit by the so-called 'perfect' evening she's planned out just for me, whereas another part of me wants to dress up as-if-looks-could-kill, to show the Hot-and-Cold woman what's she's missing by rejecting my offer. I find no other option than to call the woman to end my long trail of indecisiveness, "Oh, definitely the red dress. Show that bitch that while she's your boss, the power is in your hands tonight. It's too bad i can't be there to watch the whole thing go up in smoke." after a deep, judgemental roll of my sharp, jade-green eyes, "Oh, shut up, you're just jealous that i have a woman who actually wants me, when the closest thing you have is your little sister wanting you to play with her." "Damn, what a bitch. Anyways, see you later when you call me up crying about the mess your love life is in." i don't dignify her with a response, and hang up the phone. Let's get this evening over with, to more than likely fulfil Blaine's sordid prediction...

I arrive at the prestigious restaurant that is La Grenouille perfectly on time, finding the establishment almost completely empty, aside from the bold woman who stands in the middle alone, beside a round-edged table prepped with pink and green coloured assortments of flowers, as well as hot dishes waiting to be sampled by our eager mouths. "Sam... you really went all out, huh?" her gleaming smile is brighter than the flickering candles displayed around our bodies, the mood enhanced by the small touch. "You deserve it." as she pulls out a velvet-materialised dining chair for me, i slip myself into the seat of it slowly, enjoying Sam acting on my every need before the evening has barely even begun. I could get used to this. "This evening is all about you..." my hands trace the utter beauty the flowers on the table hold in their appearance, mesmerised by the sheer effort put into making them. "I remember when we were in Monte Carlo and you adored the arrangements on the boat that i had crafted for you..." a flutter in my chest flitters lightly, the memory reappearing in my mind as i experience a new, tasty feeling, a soft and sweet one, that i've never felt from Sam before. "I did. They're beautiful..." "Not as beautiful as you." after smoothly delivering the compliment, Sam takes her own chair, her mahogany eyes never leaving mine... it's so fucking annoying. "What are you staring at? Have i got something on my face?" she guffaws quietly to herself, her chin dipping down to her chest, and her head flicking to the side in the sexy way it usually does when experiencing the action, a young blonde strand twirling itself around her index finger. "No... i just haven't seen it properly in a while... i've missed it. How was the meeting in Denver? You never had a chance to explain." i take a deep breath, cutting through my ribs and into my pressured abdomen, preparing myself to bring up the stressful hour yet again. "Let's just say that the male chemists over there are chauvinistic bastards who i refuse to work with and i resent you for sending me to them." Sam's face has a look of shock and bewilderment, one i clearly wasn't expecting. Thankful that she didn't throw me to the wolves knowingly, i continue. "From my professional point of view, if the rest of the male workers are anything like the ones i met with, the merge with Windbriar is a tragedy waiting to happen if you want to keep the feminism alive in the company. Women in science aren't respected over there like they are here. We'd have to watch our backs." a look of determination spreads across Sam's features, a look that i eat up within microseconds. I try to ignore the instant flutter i feel between my legs as the supposedly serious conversation continues, "I'll make damn sure they are. Believe me. You're much smarter than those dumbasses, and everyone should know it." i grin widely, a smile that comes from a place of genuine happiness. I can't remember the last time someone intellectually encouraged me in the way that Sam does... i guess that's another reason why i can't get enough of her. As well as being everything i want, she's also the best boss i could hope for... "Thank you... you have no idea how much that means to me coming from you. The word 'woman' has changed in definition over the years, whether it be defied as someone who is programmed to stay at home and look after the children, or someone who is strong and wields a powerful voice of freedom and dignity. Maybe i'm reading too much into this, but it makes me feel no more than inadequate when people don't know my full worth..." Sam's no fool- she knows i'm not just speaking of the patriarchy i experienced during my time away, and the upset look on my face only proves it more... "I understand, Anna... everyone, including me, should know what you can bring to the table that no mere mortal can." she reaches across the candlelit table to search for my rested hands, clasping them between her soft and ample bigger ones in an innervation of seriousness. "I couldn't be more sorry for treating you like that, Anna... you're the most remarkable woman i know, inside and out, and the whole of New York should know it." i enjoy the warm feeling my body ravels in, a sense of security waving over me at Sam's sincere grants, causing a receptivity of vulnerability that revels all over my carcass in a sweet feeling. "Thank you, Sam. I needed you to say that... but i still think naughty girls like you need to learn their lesson... one way or another..." a delighted smirk creeps upon my red-painted lips, my known meaning edging the dominant side of me to make a slow, desperate crawl out after weeks in the darkest side of myself. It has been too long since the roles were reversed, and it's time for Sam to get her comeuppance on her bad behaviour... "How can i make it up to you... Mistress?" i take to my feet at the well-recognised word, and pull Sam's body in complete urgency toward the room behind the bar, eager to carry out the outstanding punishment...