Melting The Ice Queen

“Kendra, my office,” Ian said, his British accent a little more pronounced.

That meant he was pissed. It also meant her body betrayed her. Her pulse throbbed between her legs as she finished sending the email she’d been writing.

“Kendra, now.”

She held back a smile. This was the last time she had to come running when he bellowed. She walked with her head held high. There were murmurs as she made her way through the office, but she didn’t let herself care.

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This story was written by Kate Briggs.

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