My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Neither the spring sunshine pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, nor the spectacular view of Manhattan far below did anything to improve her mood. How dare he? He’d had the nerve to turn to her and tell her she’d find more success with men if she fixed her attitude — and lost about twenty pounds. While there was no way she’d ever let him know that his comments had hurt, they definitely had. She’d smiled. “Why, Derek, you sweet talker. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were putting in an order. When I’m ready for you, I’ll give you a ring. Until then, wish me well and stay safe.” She’d quickly turned on her heel and left before he could make another cutting retort. As she passed by Samantha, the receptionist, Caroline plastered on a smile that felt more like a grimace. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sammi.” Barely managing to hold back her tears, she picked up her pace, dashing toward the elevator. Pressing the button for the door harshly, staring at the cold, steel doors, she felt the all-too-familiar sting of impending tears behind her eyes and nose.
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