Truth is that it was much more than that.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every night, he went to bed tired, but hard as a board and he usually ended up jerking off while thinking about a pair of pale blue eyes and a gorgeous smile.
No matter how much he told himself that getting involved with her was a bad idea, that she wasn’t his type, he still found himself wanting her. Thinking about her.
He leaned back in his chair. He figured he had a choice about what he did now. And what he chose to do could change the course of everything.
Either he treated her as he would any employee, which was laughable since his other employees didn’t have rules like she did.
Or he dealt with her as he would a disobedient sub. As a naughty Little. He’d been doing some research into the lifestyle and the more he read, the more he was tempted to explore these feelings he had for Sunny.
Thank fuck the senator hadn’t returned home from his vacation house tonight or he wouldn’t have known about her breach of the rules.
There was a knock on the door and he took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Time to figure out which path they were going to take.
“Come in,” he called out.
She stepped inside, looking nervous.
“Shut the door behind you.”
She shut the door but stood just in front of it. Her dark-blonde hair was pulled back in a hideous bun at the nape of her neck as usual. Fuck, his fingers itched to pull that bun apart. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and he didn’t like it. She was still wearing just a T-shirt. He couldn’t believe she’d gone out without a sweatshirt or jacket. The temperature had dropped to fifty-three degrees. Damn woman was going to get sick.
“Come sit down, Sunny.” She looked like she was about to fall over. He didn’t like how frightened she appeared.
She stepped forward and sat across the desk from him.
He tilted his head, studying her. “Are you scared of me?”
She startled. “What? No?”
“You sure? You look like you’d rather be anywhere but in here.”
“I’m worried you’re going to yell at me,” she whispered.
He frowned slightly. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, I heard you yelling at Rory earlier.”
“Rory is on his last leg with me. I’m tired of his bad attitude and lazy work ethic. I’ve tried talking with him. Today, I lost my temper. Doesn’t happen often, and I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
She looked surprised then gave him a slow nod.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk. “We do need to have a chat about where we go next, though.”
“What. . .what does that mean?”
He stood and came around to sit on the desk in front of her. “It means that you’ve got two choices here.”
“Choices? About what?”
“About our relationship.”
“We have a relationship?”
“Not yet. Maybe not ever, not if you don’t want. Thing is, I’m attracted to you. I didn’t think I was a Daddy Dom, that it would interest me. But over these past two weeks, you’re all I’ve been able to think about. Touching you, kissing you, dominating you. Being a Daddy to your Little.”
“It. . .it is? You’d want that?”