How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 26: Lunch Date With Sir

When she stepped out into the waiting room, Eric turned and looked over at her, impatience written all over his face. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him, looking more handsome than ever, as if he were the newest member of The Rat Pack clan. He had shed his lab coat and was now in a buttoned navy blue suit jacket, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks and a black Fedora on his head. "Took you long enough," he muttered, nodding his head towards the office door, "let's go."

She gently nodded her head, noticing his receptionist, the snooty Emily, shooting daggers at her from the desk as she followed Eric. He opened the door for her, shooting a glare at the other girl, who quickly averted her gaze elsewhere.

Amy walked out of the office and she and Eric boarded the elevator. "Why is that girl such a bitch?" She asked, as the doors rolled shut.

"Who? Emily?" He replied with a glance.

She nodded.

"Jealousy. She feels threatened by any woman she thinks I'm screwing."

"Have you screwed her?"

His gaze darkened accusingly and she wished like hell she could take that question back. "You think we would be having this conversation right now if I did?"

She gently nodded her head, looking awkwardly down at her feet. "Sorry, sir. That was a stupid question." And now she would shut up before it got her into more trouble. Speaking of trouble, she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't spanked her yet. Last time she checked, she owed him four spankings. Had he forgotten about it? Oh who cares! Any day without a spanking was something to cherish, and she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As they stepped off the elevator and out into the lobby, Eric slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. "How's my girl feeling?"

She set a hand on his chest and looked up at him with a scowl, shaking her head. "Not so good, sir."

"Not so good?" He froze, his forehead wrinkling, concern filling his eyes as he turned to face her. "Why? What's wrong?"

"It's just..." She blinked a few times and shook her head, setting her hands on his arms as his came to hold her around her waist. "Last night and today, this whole exam, the Xanax you gave me and me starving...I feel so weak right now. Weak and tired like I just want to sleep...for a week."

"Your body's been through a lot," he said. "But it'll get easier, I promise. You'll get used to it...after a while. It's always hard adjusting to a new routine. You could probably use some rest."

She sighed deeply. She didn't want to get used to it. She wanted to go home, curl up on his lap like a tiny child with their daddy and let him rock her to sleep. Maybe put her in bed for a few days and wait on her hand and foot. Of course that last one was a stretch. Considering how highly he thought of himself, she couldn't see him letting anyone, man or woman, boss him around, and forget asking him for a favor. He would probably want something in return.

"Hey," he said, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up at him. "You want me to take you home, to my apartment?"

She shook her head. "No, I need to eat. If not, I might pass out right here and now."

"Well I can pick you up something on our way there." He made a face. "I mean, come on, I'm not going to let you starve." Before she could debate, he led her out of the building to the parking lot, allowing her to lean on him for balance.

"No, I can go to lunch with you, sir," she told him, "I want to. It'll give us a chance to talk and stuff."

He glanced down at her inquisitively. "Are you sure?"