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Mackenzie said, guiding Stephanie up from her lap. “I'll drive you and you can spend the day with a stinging bottom that should remind you what's important.”
     
    “Really?” Stephanie wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve as she tugged up her panties. Mackenzie's breath caught momentarily in her throat. The woman was so gorgeously adorable. The temptation to take here there and then was so strong. But she had to go to work, and Mackenzie had affairs of her own to deal with.
     
    “Really,” she said, controlling herself admirably. “Go get ready.”
     
    ***
     
    It was a long day sitting on a stinging bottom, but Stephanie secretly enjoyed every moment of it. Instead of having the urge to run out of the office when her 10.30 am break rolled around, she was happy to sit with a colleague and talk shop. The newspaper was going through a series of fairly serious changes, layoffs seemed imminent and everybody was on edge. Everyone apart from Stephanie.
     
    “What are you smiling about?” Linda, one of Stephanie's fellow journalists finally demanded. “We're all going to be out of work, you know.”
     
    “Are we? We're probably not. It'll work out,” Stephanie replied in dreamy tones. She dunked a biscuit in her coffee and watched as little pieces of biscuit swirled in the hot convection of the beverage, swept away by forces beyond their control. That was how she felt when she was with Mackenzie, as if she were being swept along by a force she could not hope to control, dissolving into warm affection that embraced her entirely. She'd met woman who liked to dominate others before, but she'd never met anyone like Mackenzie.
     
    Linda stared at her for a moment or two, nervously chewing a strand of her auburn hair. “What? Steph, you're usually more worried about this than anyone... you... wait a minute. You got laid, didn't you!”
     
    “Linda!” Stephanie's cheeks burned bright red. She cursed inwardly as her biscuit broke off in her coffee and sank to the bottom.
     
    “I'm right, aren't I?” Linda's grin was triumphant. “You were dropped off in that sleek Merc this morning, that's not your car. Oh my god you got laid. Who is it? Spill, baby, spill!”
     
    “I did not get laid,” Stephanie replied, shaking her head. She was so screwed. Linda was an old school newshound. Once she got her nose on the scent of a possible story, she didn't let go until she was death-shaking the truth in her jaws.
     
    Linda's eyes narrowed. “Hm, so it's a secret is it? Sleeping with management maybe? Is that why you're not worried about getting laid off?”
     
    “Oh for god's sakes Linda, you're getting paranoid,” Stephanie snapped.
     
    The red head looked taken aback momentarily. “Wow Steph, bite my head off why don't you?”
     
    “You're accusing me of sleeping around for my job, Linda,” Stephanie reminded her. Linda still looked stunned, Stephanie didn't blame her. Over the past few months she'd been growing increasingly despondent, she'd let Linda walk all over her in fact. But after just one night with Mackenzie, she already felt stronger, more like herself again.
     
    “Well, you've been up to something,” Linda muttered.
     
    “Yeah, enjoying life and not worrying about work. You should try it sometime. It really works,” Stephanie replied, mentally debating whether or not to fish her biscuit out of her coffee with a Biro pen or just get a new one.
     
    “I'll get to the bottom of this,” Linda threatened, raising herself out of her chair stiffly. Stephanie decided that she'd earned a new coffee and a new biscuit. Let Linda pout and stew in her own office. Really, that woman was an insufferable little bully.
     
    The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. The recent time off had meant that Stephanie had a considerable backlog of work to get through, and she set to it with gusto. Linda had been right about the possible layoffs, and Stephanie would much rather that she wasn't the one who got the