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“I thought we covered that territory,” she said, not sure if Reggie was serious or just teasing.
“And I haven’t yet had a flat denial from you, Alexandra,” he reminded her.
“What do you think I have to confess?” she replied.
“Why don’t you tell me,” he stated flatly.
“If there’s nothing?”
“Is there nothing?”
Reggie’s pursuit of the matter made her suspicious. Did he know about her night out? The possibility was looming formidably and she was getting more nervous fending off the inescapable reply.
Reggie tapped the crop against his leg and she stared at it. Did he read her thoughts? Could he feel the agitation in her belly? Could he sense the arousal in her sex and know that she was feeling slightly dizzy?
“You know, I think that fall is catching up with me,” she said.
“Convenient time,” he suggested.
“What if you let me take a breather?” she appealed to him like a withering flower of a woman.
“Alexandra,” he barked at her harshly. “Answer me honestly and you can go.”
She thought about the possibilities and the consequences, knowing that the way he leaned on her he must have a clue about that night. If he did know and she denied it, any punishment he chose would be more severe. Her palms were sweating. Her dizziness turning to nausea. She was about to blush, a dead giveaway.
“Your hesitation speaks loudly,” he finally prompted her.
“Does it? Or is there something else motivating this third degree?”
“Why don’t you just tell me and we can get it over with.”
“You mean about the night I sneaked out of the house?” she finally confessed that much.
He raised his eyebrows. “Tell me.”
“I needed a breather, Reg, with you and that trollop of yours going at it like minks. I don’t think I’ve known you to be so obvious with the women you’re fucking.”
“And that gave you permission to leave this house? Against my wishes? Against Will’s orders?”
“You think you have me imprisoned here?”
“I think you’re a wayward wife that needs to be bridled for her own best interests. So tell me, what did you do?”
Alex fumed a bit, afraid mostly. Afraid because Reggie’s genius with her extended to her ability to lie—which she’d always found impossible to do with the man. After a few minutes of painful wavering she finally gave in. “Oh, hell,” she retorted. “It didn’t start out that way. But he was this cute, young stud, and we were playing pool at that tavern on the highway. I didn’t even think we’d end up in bed. In fact we didn’t really go to bed at all. The back of his van was perfect for what he wanted.”
Hearing the complete confession Reggie eyes turned from mildly severe to piercing hot. “You mean to tell me that you not only walked out of the house, you fucked some stranger in the back of a van?” The harsh judgment was more than she expected. She trembled afraid.
“Why should you be so surprised? That’s what you expected, wasn’t it?”
“I hoped I was wrong,” he spit venom. “You’ve become quite the whore. Talk about trollops and tramps.”
“You think I’m a tramp?”
“Was it even a week ago?”
“A week…?” She stared at him blankly.
“That Will punished you?”
