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“Can’t you give me a hint?”
Their food arrived at that moment, and they both paused to thank the server.
Her mouth watered from the smell of the juicy burger in front of her. Her appetite was back. Opening the bun, she poured ketchup on the meat and cheese, as she tried again, “Just a little one?”
He chuckled while he dressed his burger. “I think the first thing I’m going to have to do is teach you patience.”
She snorted as she took a bite of her cheeseburger and put a hand over her mouth to hide her food as she mumbled, “Good luck with that.”
“We’ve got four months; I’m not worried.”
Liam gave her a knowing wink before popping a fry into his mouth.
Four months.
How was she going to make it four months with this guy without falling in love with him?
The best she could hope for was hating her penance—as he called it.
But looking over at his nerdy, gorgeous, arrogant face that she wanted to kiss the smirk off, and how sexy he looked in his stupid dress shirt rolled to his stupid elbows flashing his stupid arm porn at her, she had a hard time imagining anything but loving it.
Apparently, she was kinky, too. Who knew?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Utah
Her Honda Civic was in the third stall next to his truck when he pulled his car into the garage.
“Thank you again for getting my car,” she said as he put the Mercedes in park.
“Of course.”
He shut off the car, but instead of opening his door, he turned to face her, his expression serious.
“My every kinky whim, for the next four months, starts now.”
Utah swallowed hard.
He opened the center console and pulled out a long, blue velvet jeweler’s box, then opened it before handing it to her. Inside was a silver, flat-snake chain choker with an O ring in the center. Attached to the O ring was a honeybee charm.
“Is this what I think it is?”
“It’s a collar.”
Her pulse spiked.
“That’s what I thought.”
“By agreeing to wear my collar, your main focus will be serving me. If you aren’t sure if what you’re doing will please me, you need to stop and ask. Wearing this means you’re my sex toy. Willing and available to me whenever I decide.”
He paused, as if letting her digest what he was saying.
Could she do this? Wasn’t she supposed to be a feminist?
Wait, didn’t she read somewhere feminists could have a Dom? She certainly hoped so, because the idea of being his submissive made her stomach erupt in butterflies.
Finally, she whispered, “Okay.”
