A/N: I am so sorry I missed our appointment on Wednesday! Real life was busy but now I have some time off from work and maybe can update a little more often. We will see. Please don't spank me too hard! :)
Chapter 6
Samantha had tried her hardest to prepare with her next client mentally. Did she really just tell him last night that she fell for him? Well not directly of course, but in the context of everything she had said? Damn, this was getting out of hand and way to fast. And now she took him over as a business client. After she had fought tooth and nail with her co-worker about this. He hated her now because Jonathan Good had been a great client so far. Undemanding, always a plus balance in his account. And now she had stolen him away.
She shrugged. His bad.
A glance to the clock told her it was five minutes after 10 am and she knew he was playing games. Asshole. What was it what he said? What happens in the Blue Room stays in the Blue Room? He was being unprofessional here. And a fucking asshole.
Sam got up to close her blinds to her office and plopped down back into her chair, staring at the door.
10 minutes after 10 there was a knock on the door and an assistant announced Mister Good and Jon strolled in. Today he looked even more unkempt than last week.
His jeans were ripped at the knees and if she didn't know it better she would bet they were part of his ring gear.
When he started to open his mouth she cut him off. "Sit." She ordered, her voice full of authority.
His eyes sparkled with anger for a moment before he sat down. And as his ass touched the chair she got up. Today she wore a sharp business outfit. Dark grey jacket, white blouse and a matching skirt that just touched her knees. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore glasses. She looked almost like a school teacher.
"You are late." She said as she walked past him to her door and looked it in passing.
When he wanted to respond to her she grabbed his hair that got a little too long over the past few weeks.
"Remember what you told me about the Club? That out in the club I was supposed to be your obedient little sub? Well in here it is you who will obey me. Understood?" She flicked her tongue over his left ear.
"Ahh Sam, I told you I don't bottom often. And not after you walking out on me last night." He growled but didn't move.
Sam still held his hair captive and walked around him enough so she could look at his face. No, he wouldn't obey, he would fight her.
"You are an asshole." She told him and released his dark blonde curls frustrated. He fixed his hair by tousling it back on his forehead.
"You give up fast. And that when you put all this effort into this with your fuck me skirt, those glasses and those deliciously high heels." His eyes wandered over her body.
Sam plopped down on her desk in front of him and raised one leg, placing her heel at his crotch. And she pushed. Gently.
"I just know when I have to…adapt." His blue eyes flashed and he snarled. "I told you, you are not ready for Dean, baby."
"Right. You know what I need, huh? And the damn thing is, you are right most of the time."
She sighed. "I am a good dom, I know what you need, and this is not me sounding cocky. I just do." He shrugged and wiggled his hips a little under her foot. He was getting hard, this turned him on, there was no use denying that.
"But our Wednesday night arrangement shouldn't be discussed here. I came here to sign some papers, make some money."
Sam looked at him. She had this planned and it blew all up in her face just like that.
"Fine." She got up, walked around her desk and pulled out the papers she had prepared for him to sign.
They were done in under 5 minutes.
Just as she was about to ask if she would see him next Wednesday he cut her off.
"You want to take this beyond the Blue Room and the safety it presents?" he asked her and that caught her off guard. She simply nodded, anticipation rising in her body.
"Then we need to talk. What are you doing tomorrow morning at 5 am?"
"5 am?" she raised her eyebrows. "I am asleep!"
"Well, be ready for a little trip. As much as I like the heels, wear sneakers or something. And jeans or sweat pants."
"Any more requirements master?" she couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice, in fact it dripped with it.
"Nope. Just tell me where I can pick you up."
She told him a place close to her home and with that he walked to the door. Before walking out he turned around.
"Just so you know. This…" he gestured at her and her whole attire. "…is more than tempting. I know what you were up to, and I would have given in, but as you so nicely put it. I am an asshole. Sometimes. I will let you win some battles. But not this one. See you tomorrow."
And with that he left.
