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you need while I train you, but remember, the end result is always your pleasure, and mine. Submitting to me will open your eyes to a world of satisfaction you can’t imagine. That’s my promise to you.” He released my wrist and eased off my body until he stood on the floor.
    I hated that I wanted to beg him to fuck me. That’s how aroused I was.
    Cade tapped my pussy. “This is mine, Amelia. I know you’re horny right now and probably want to pull my hair out, but don’t act on that. Not tonight. Keep your greedy fingers to yourself and concentrate on what I’ve told you. Report to work as usual in the morning and do your job. Judy goes to lunch at noon every day for one hour. I want you to come to my office five minutes after twelve. Are we clear?”
    I nodded. He had me under a deep hypnosis. There was no escape. And as he’d suggested, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to escape.
    Cade reached for his phone. “I’ll have Arthur pick you up.”
    “Sir, that’s not necessary. I have my car here, and I’ll need it in the morning to get to work.”
    He hesitated a moment and then nodded. “Okay, but please drive safely. It’s late. From now on, when you come to my house, Arthur or I will pick you up.” He set the phone aside and kissed my forehead.
    My belly dipped. He was overbearing. There was no doubt about that, but his overprotective side was kind of endearing.

Chapter Five

    I woke up gasping for air, my eyes instantly wide, my hand between my legs. The first thing I did was yank my fingers away from my pussy and stare at them in disbelief. Never. That’s how often I’d awoken stroking my clit.
    Instantly, my mind wandered to Cade’s rule about touching myself. Not that I could be blamed for this one. I’d been asleep.
    I glanced at the clock—fifteen minutes before my alarm would go off. I curled onto my side and snuggled under the covers. I was wide awake but had no desire to climb out of my bed yet.
    I’d slept hard. Thank God. As soon as I’d stepped in the house the night before, I’d taken a long bath and pondered the day’s events. When my thoughts became a hodgepodge of no new resolutions on my part, I’d dried off and climbed into bed. Again I’d lain there, staring at the ceiling and worrying my bottom lip until it was swollen.
    This morning I had a decision to make. Go to work and face this new world I’d fallen into, or hide under the covers and pretend my stint at Alexander Technologies never happened.
    The thought of never seeing Cade again was more than I could stomach. The thought of seeing Cade again was also more than I could stomach.
    The man was intense. His rules were intense. His expressions were intense. I had no idea if I could even begin to live up to his specifications.
    But if I didn’t try, I would spend the rest of my life wondering “what if?”
    Yep. I had to get out of this bed and get in the shower. I would need the extra time to attempt to shave. There was no way I was going to take the risk of stepping into Cade’s business without doing so. I would put nothing past him. The chances he would check to make sure I’d done as he’d demanded between now and five o’clock were high.
    I slid from my warm cocoon and headed for the bathroom. I stripped off my tank top and panties and dropped them in the hamper. Cade had instructed me not to wear panties at any time. I’d struggled with the idea for about two minutes last night before deciding there was no way I was going to sleep naked. I couldn’t do it. Not yet.
    Shaving was a task that proved far more difficult than I anticipated. It was impossible to see everything between my legs, and I needed a third hand to hold my folds apart. Not to mention I became aroused every time I touched my pussy anywhere. And when had I begun to think of my sex as my pussy?
    That infuriating man and his words.
    I managed, barely, and dressed in a skirt that reached almost to my knees, the longest one I owned. If I wasn’t