safety enough to give her rides to and from work, but he didn’t care that she was going insane not hearing his voice or feeling his hardness against her.
Once inside her studio, Mia stripped and climbed into her bed, sleeping until early the next morning. She only moved to go to the bathroom and force water down her dry throat so she could call off work. She slept a few more hours, waking just past ten feeling like a patchwork doll. As she lie down to fall back asleep, Mia’s gut churned. Look what he’s doing to you. This isn’t you, Mia. You’ve wallowed enough. You’ve got the day off, go enjoy yourself. She perked up with interest. It had been a long time since she’d pulled off a Ferris Bueller day. She had planned on staying in and sleeping until she felt better, but the beautiful singing of a solo spa day sung in her head. She was out the door within twenty minutes.
Mia had just finished her facial and was relaxing in a sensual rose petal bath when her phone rang from her pile of clothes next to her. She swore, swiftly kicking herself for not leaving it in the secured locker rooms. She answered just before it sent to voicemail, rushing a hello when she saw her boss’s name on the screen.
“Feeling any better?” Anne Rope, the head of PR at Monarch Records questioned.
“Getting there,” Mia admitted as she wiggled her bare ass against the smooth wood grain of the tub.
“Great because I’ve got some exciting news for you.”
“I can’t come in,” Mia protested.
“Good because I don’t need you to,” She could feel Anne’s smile on the other line. For having to deal with nonstop crises from rock stars and Monarch executives alike, Anne was an overly chipper woman. “I do need you to stop by Ward Industries at 1:10 for a meeting. Brett from design will be there.”
“Great, so why do I have to show up?”
“Because it’s your project.”
“Anne-”
“It’ll just be a few minutes. I’ll have Brett pick you up and back home within no time. I’d prefer you to stay home and get better or figure out whatever your problem is because your work is seriously lacking, but you’re the lead on this event. You’ve got to go. If it’s worth anything, you’re getting major brownie points.”
“Just what I need,” Mia sighed. “Brett doesn’t need to chauffer me, I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, Anne.”
Her boss ended the call and Mia groaned, reaching for the fluffy white towel at her side. Ward Industries was the last place she wanted to be. In fact, she was content with her steaming bath. She looked at her sweats and faded NYU tee on the ground. It was totally not acceptable for a grocery trip, let alone a business meeting. She checked her phone for the time, squirming when she noted she wouldn’t have time to run home and change. She couldn’t conduct business in sweats- she couldn’t see Benson looking like she’d just rolled out of bed.
Like she’d had a stunning epiphany, Mia grinned. She was going to fight fire with fire. Benson told her she drove him mad. She was going to really drive him mad when she strolled in with confidence wearing a refreshed face and a bombshell outfit. She was going to ignore him and focus on the work. She was going to beat Benson at his own game.
Mia left the spa and went directly to the first store she recognized on the strip. Not having much time, she pulled from multiple racks and sections of the store. She bought a new lingerie set; a strappy black bra that barely covered her nipples with matching panties. Knowing how much Benson had enjoyed
Once inside her studio, Mia stripped and climbed into her bed, sleeping until early the next morning. She only moved to go to the bathroom and force water down her dry throat so she could call off work. She slept a few more hours, waking just past ten feeling like a patchwork doll. As she lie down to fall back asleep, Mia’s gut churned. Look what he’s doing to you. This isn’t you, Mia. You’ve wallowed enough. You’ve got the day off, go enjoy yourself. She perked up with interest. It had been a long time since she’d pulled off a Ferris Bueller day. She had planned on staying in and sleeping until she felt better, but the beautiful singing of a solo spa day sung in her head. She was out the door within twenty minutes.
Mia had just finished her facial and was relaxing in a sensual rose petal bath when her phone rang from her pile of clothes next to her. She swore, swiftly kicking herself for not leaving it in the secured locker rooms. She answered just before it sent to voicemail, rushing a hello when she saw her boss’s name on the screen.
“Feeling any better?” Anne Rope, the head of PR at Monarch Records questioned.
“Getting there,” Mia admitted as she wiggled her bare ass against the smooth wood grain of the tub.
“Great because I’ve got some exciting news for you.”
“I can’t come in,” Mia protested.
“Good because I don’t need you to,” She could feel Anne’s smile on the other line. For having to deal with nonstop crises from rock stars and Monarch executives alike, Anne was an overly chipper woman. “I do need you to stop by Ward Industries at 1:10 for a meeting. Brett from design will be there.”
“Great, so why do I have to show up?”
“Because it’s your project.”
“Anne-”
“It’ll just be a few minutes. I’ll have Brett pick you up and back home within no time. I’d prefer you to stay home and get better or figure out whatever your problem is because your work is seriously lacking, but you’re the lead on this event. You’ve got to go. If it’s worth anything, you’re getting major brownie points.”
“Just what I need,” Mia sighed. “Brett doesn’t need to chauffer me, I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, Anne.”
Her boss ended the call and Mia groaned, reaching for the fluffy white towel at her side. Ward Industries was the last place she wanted to be. In fact, she was content with her steaming bath. She looked at her sweats and faded NYU tee on the ground. It was totally not acceptable for a grocery trip, let alone a business meeting. She checked her phone for the time, squirming when she noted she wouldn’t have time to run home and change. She couldn’t conduct business in sweats- she couldn’t see Benson looking like she’d just rolled out of bed.
Like she’d had a stunning epiphany, Mia grinned. She was going to fight fire with fire. Benson told her she drove him mad. She was going to really drive him mad when she strolled in with confidence wearing a refreshed face and a bombshell outfit. She was going to ignore him and focus on the work. She was going to beat Benson at his own game.
Mia left the spa and went directly to the first store she recognized on the strip. Not having much time, she pulled from multiple racks and sections of the store. She bought a new lingerie set; a strappy black bra that barely covered her nipples with matching panties. Knowing how much Benson had enjoyed
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