that may be, and he could put in for a new housekeeper with the agency the next day.
Granted when he told them that she had walked out with only a handwritten note and no notice she would likely not be welcome back at the agency to be placed with another employer, but that was a risk she was going to have to take.
The office was nice.
It smelled like his cologne inside and everything in the room reminded her of him.
He had chosen things that really fit with his personality when he had designed it.
The room was the definition of a man cave minus the sports memorabilia.
It was well decorated with oil paintings on the walls and the furniture could have been in a catalog for one of the high-end furniture shops that send him magazines and brochures on a seemingly daily basis.
This room alone was probably the reason why.
There was a large desk facing the window overlooking the city.
Hannah went to the window and looked out.
The late evening skyline was stunningly gorgeous from this height.
The view was truly breathtaking, and she completely understood why he chose to face his desk in this direction.
Hannah's heart was heavy as she picked up one of the heavy fountain pens from the metal container on his desk and found a pad of stationary with his monogram and a list of his contact numbers on the bottom.
"Dear Mr. Maxwell,' she thought. 'Hmm, Nathan?'
She didn't want this to be an overly personal letter but at the same time, she didn't want to discount what had been the closest thing to becoming a relationship she had gotten herself into in quite a long time.
"Dear Nathan," sounded appropriate and felt right.
Crafting the letter made her feel like a coward for not facing him in person with everything that she wanted to say.
She wanted to spill her heart and soul to him and tell him everything that was racing through her mind.
She wanted to make him feel as badly as she did, but that was only a retaliation mechanism and that would do neither of them any good, even if it would be cathartic to her.
'So much for it not being an overly personal letter,' Hannah thought and wiped tears from her cheeks while she put the pen back in the cup at the corner of the desk and made sure the note was somewhere on the tidy desk where he would easily find it when he came in and sat down.
She tried to keep it professional, but undertones of their personal issues glowed like nuclear warheads in the subtext of her letter.
He needed to see how he had made her feel.
If he wasn't willing to listen and be an upstanding man that wasn't going to be her problem anymore.
Hannah left the office as she found it with the addition of the note sitting on his ink blotter and locked up the penthouse before she left.
Chapter Nineteen
Nathan came back into the penthouse expecting to find Hannah waiting for him.
Wanting him.
Needing him.
He had been gone a few hours at a meeting and had a surprise to share with her that he knew would make up for everything.
He was actually looking forward to sharing it with her and making amends for the issues they faced with the restraints.
Today was a rough day for both of them.
He was struggling to find a way to make their new relationship make sense, and in the process he had ignored her and treated her badly.
There was no excuse for that.
That wasn't in his character.
He wasn't one of the Doms who think it is okay to disrespect their submissive.
The power exchange meant nothing if it wasn’t for give and take, and he knew the importance of that and respected it.
Today wasn't about being her dominant.
Today's mishap was about him being a man in love with a woman he had known less than a month who he had completely lost his mind trying to sculpt into something that made sense in his head.
He wasn't going to fight it anymore.
He needed to face the reality of the situation and get a handle on his feelings if he had any hope
Granted when he told them that she had walked out with only a handwritten note and no notice she would likely not be welcome back at the agency to be placed with another employer, but that was a risk she was going to have to take.
The office was nice.
It smelled like his cologne inside and everything in the room reminded her of him.
He had chosen things that really fit with his personality when he had designed it.
The room was the definition of a man cave minus the sports memorabilia.
It was well decorated with oil paintings on the walls and the furniture could have been in a catalog for one of the high-end furniture shops that send him magazines and brochures on a seemingly daily basis.
This room alone was probably the reason why.
There was a large desk facing the window overlooking the city.
Hannah went to the window and looked out.
The late evening skyline was stunningly gorgeous from this height.
The view was truly breathtaking, and she completely understood why he chose to face his desk in this direction.
Hannah's heart was heavy as she picked up one of the heavy fountain pens from the metal container on his desk and found a pad of stationary with his monogram and a list of his contact numbers on the bottom.
"Dear Mr. Maxwell,' she thought. 'Hmm, Nathan?'
She didn't want this to be an overly personal letter but at the same time, she didn't want to discount what had been the closest thing to becoming a relationship she had gotten herself into in quite a long time.
"Dear Nathan," sounded appropriate and felt right.
Crafting the letter made her feel like a coward for not facing him in person with everything that she wanted to say.
She wanted to spill her heart and soul to him and tell him everything that was racing through her mind.
She wanted to make him feel as badly as she did, but that was only a retaliation mechanism and that would do neither of them any good, even if it would be cathartic to her.
'So much for it not being an overly personal letter,' Hannah thought and wiped tears from her cheeks while she put the pen back in the cup at the corner of the desk and made sure the note was somewhere on the tidy desk where he would easily find it when he came in and sat down.
She tried to keep it professional, but undertones of their personal issues glowed like nuclear warheads in the subtext of her letter.
He needed to see how he had made her feel.
If he wasn't willing to listen and be an upstanding man that wasn't going to be her problem anymore.
Hannah left the office as she found it with the addition of the note sitting on his ink blotter and locked up the penthouse before she left.
Chapter Nineteen
Nathan came back into the penthouse expecting to find Hannah waiting for him.
Wanting him.
Needing him.
He had been gone a few hours at a meeting and had a surprise to share with her that he knew would make up for everything.
He was actually looking forward to sharing it with her and making amends for the issues they faced with the restraints.
Today was a rough day for both of them.
He was struggling to find a way to make their new relationship make sense, and in the process he had ignored her and treated her badly.
There was no excuse for that.
That wasn't in his character.
He wasn't one of the Doms who think it is okay to disrespect their submissive.
The power exchange meant nothing if it wasn’t for give and take, and he knew the importance of that and respected it.
Today wasn't about being her dominant.
Today's mishap was about him being a man in love with a woman he had known less than a month who he had completely lost his mind trying to sculpt into something that made sense in his head.
He wasn't going to fight it anymore.
He needed to face the reality of the situation and get a handle on his feelings if he had any hope
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