I sit back and observe as Kat has Paxton on the loudspeaker. She’s dealing it out beautifully.

I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s the perfect blend of firm yet giving.

First, she asks him what the problem is, wheedling him with a soft, caring tone. When he starts going over the multiple issues to his account, which I deliberately botched to create this exact scenario, she answers him quickly and decisively.

It’s kind of like watching a dominatrix work, all hard and soft at the same time. She pulls up the file with one hand, looking at the screen as she talks.

Any issue Paxton comes up with she’s armed with the current issues on the account.

Here’s the kicker: she knows how to fix it, too.

With a few neat moves, she works through the file and comes up with solutions I hadn’t even thought of. It seems being a rich little snot has its drawbacks; I was prepared to go out of pocket for the whole experience just because I wanted to see my new CEO sweat it.

If the whole thing fell into a hot mess, I was just going to replace the funds from my own money.

Kat’s coming up with shit I couldn’t have thought of. I’m seeing her in a whole new light, and not just crazy fucking hot and wicked in the sack.

She’s smart—really fucking smart—with business and personal instincts that are actually kind of scary in their accuracy.

She’s increasing his bottom line while she’s still on the call, switching from that firm, matron-like voice to a schoolgirl giggle. She’s playing the old fuck right into her lap.

I can see she’s getting off on it, too. Her breath deepens and comes faster, just like it did last night. Her cheeks go just a bit pink, and she starts teasing one lip between her teeth.

I didn’t think my new CEO could be this fucking good.

She laughs with Paxton for a few minutes before transferring him back to the main desk to sort out some financial details. She’s sitting in my big swivel chair, making it squeak as she shifts around. She looks up from the screen, seeing me lean over the desk with both hands pressed flat to the wood.

“Yes, Will?” she calls to me. She’s got that matronly, dominatrix tone again.

Oh yeah.

“No, nothing…I just…”

“You what?” she says, her eyebrow raised.

Her tone gets sharper as she stares me down.

“That was actually pretty fucking good,” I admit grudgingly.

I’m not going to tell her that I’ve literally never been this impressed by another person before…ever. And I’ve met some excellent ones. The other week, I entertained a prince, for fuck’s sake.

But no one I’ve ever seen compares to the look of her—not when she’s handling money in one hand and emotion in the other. She understands how they’re connected, and she has instincts like a fucking shark. She’s as keen as a knife’s edge.

Most of the chicks I’ve fucked can’t find their way into their own goddamn shoes. Even the good-looking ones, the smart ones…none of them have ever impressed me.

Actually, I don’t think any person ever has impressed me.

But here I stand. Fucking impressed. In awe.

She’s in her element here, at the top of the pyramid.

She’s grinning at me. I feel uncertain for a second and step back.

“What’s the matter, Will? Didn’t think a hot piece of ass like me could put out a fire?”

I love her smile right now.

Oh my god.

I want to fuck her, right now, in the chair.

Last night, she was a mixture of fire and ice, but I didn’t see this side of her. Not the self-assured, fully confident Kat. The Kat that can also be a kitten.

I think of her devouring my cock with the same soft look in her eyes as she’s wearing now, and my cock actually hurts.

What the fuck’s wrong with me?

“It was a good job, that’s all,” I say.

I know I’m frowning a bit. I feel like I might be floundering here, and I need to gain some ground.

“I’ll reward you good and proper when we get home. Extended cunnilingus, or a nice hard fucking?”

Kat gets up and sashays around the desk. She jumps up on it, swinging her legs a bit.

“Why not do it now? You want to reward me so badly. Get in there now. There’s nothing I like more after fixing a deal than a nice orgasm.”

I know the scowl has returned to my face. I’m trying to gain ground here, not lose it.

“But here in the office, I’m in charge, babe,” I explain as I rest my hands on her knees. “I’ll happily indulge your every whim when we get home. I’ll do anything my little Kat commands. But here in the office, I’m in charge. Not the other way around.”

I can’t puzzle out her expression. Those golden eyes are wide, fixed on mine.

Her lips are just slightly parted.

I can’t tell if she’s for it or against it.

Fuck it! That doesn’t matter.

I told her I’m in charge here. That means I am, and I don’t give a good fucking damn what she thinks of it.

She’s going to get that after-deal orgasm, maybe not the way she wanted it. An escalation of her power and control. She’s going to get multiple orgasms by way of being thrashed by my cock, so help me.