"Breathe, Chance! Just call her and tell her you're on your way."
I took a long, deep breath and called. After a litany of expletives from Grace, I finally apologized and hung up. Jeff was partially dressed by now and crossed the bedroom floor taking me into his arms.
It would have been so easy to just melt there and let him hold me. His heartbeat was strong in cadence with mine. His breathing was slow and soft, and I matched mine with his, not knowing that was his intention.
Somewhere, somehow, I had relinquished control, and I did not regret a thing.
He lightly pushed me away and led me to the door. Guiding me at my waist, we walked together to my car. As he opened the door for me and helped me into the driver's seat, I was so protected and cared for, far beyond anything experienced before in my life.
"Let me know when you get to your office, please." His earnest look took my breath away. Of course, how could I not?
Grace was in full force swing when I ran into the weekly meeting, hoping I was unnoticed.
"Well, well, well! Welcome! And what is your name?" I blushed and stammered a quick apology. "Anyway, Chance, you might be interested in knowing that your series is quite popular. I trust you are finding the, *ahem*, research enjoyable?"
Face burning, I sank lower into my seat; my phone buzzed continuously. Damn! I forgot to text Jeff that I had gotten to the magazine safely! Oh, well! Later!
Grace sent all of us on our way... except me, and my phone was exploding with text notifications.
"Chance, what the hell?" She yanked off her glasses and tossed them on the table – a familiar behavior that meant she was really pissed.
"Grace, I'm sorry. I over slept this morning. It won't happen again."
"You better believe it won't. I detest tardiness. Set your damn alarm! Or tell your new boyfriend you have a job to do. Got it?"
She waved me off absent mindedly as if dismissing a petulant child. I rushed to my office and read my texts – all from Jeff.
All saying the same thing, but each one a little stronger. Oh, he was not happy. God, I'm making points today!
I answered the last message with a frown face emoji. "Sorry! I didn't have time to text you. Grace was so pissed at me, and I had to take care of it." Wait! Why was I explaining it to him?
Ping! "I'm here already! Don't ever do that again!"
"Hey! You're not my boss!"
Ping! "Nope, it's common decency, Chance!"
"Sorry!"
Nothing back. I admit that I was ticked off, to say the least, but I was anxious because I had let him down. LittleKitty had said this was part of being a submissive – not wanting to let your Sir down. He's not my Sir! No man is! I said the words in my mind, but my heart didn't believe it.
He had me – plain and simple.
Ping! "Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm really sorry."
Ping! "When do you get off work?"
"In a couple of hours. I need to put some effort in here to appease Grace."
Ping! "I'll be waiting in my car. Please. Text me when you get off. Ok?"
"I promise!"
Ping! "Good Girl!"
Huh? Part of me smiled, relieved that he was happy. God! This can't be happening! But it was.
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FantasyI've heard it all. With my name, Chance, each and every pun has made its way to my ears.
