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“But I have to get home.” I tried to move beyond him.
“Then I’ll take you,” he insisted, as he grabbed my arm and led me into the cold night air.
“On the bike?” I laughed thinking the picture absurd.
“No, in your car.” We were halfway down the street, with me stumbling along at his side looking silly and undoubtedly drunk. The wind had kindly eased, the bite less vicious, though I wasn’t sure I could say the same for KC Gable.
Though the cold had almost cleared my head of its fog, I was forcefully guided up the steps to my loft and pushed beyond the door by KC’s firm hands as though I would have never made it on my own.
“Taking a break from your work?” he asked as I watched him glance at the unopened portfolio on my drafting table. “Or did you never make it home?”
“I ran into a friend,” I explained.
“Yeah, Lavinia Somerset is just the sort of friend you need when you’re trying to straighten out your life.”
“You know her?”
“Once, intimately.”
That announcement was a shock. “She got to you, too?”
“I got to her,” he turned the statement around which left me flustered
“Why did you lie, Gail?” he suddenly changed the conversation on a dime.
“Lie?” I shuddered seeing the way his brown eyes snapped at me.
“About tonight. About mountains of work and getting back on track. You’re no more “on track” than when you left me two weeks ago. And you show up in my theatre and then brush me off. What in hell is this about?”
“I don’t know,” I sputtered angrily. He was pushing hard, so I pushed back.
“Yes, you do,” he snapped.
“NO! I don’t!” I shouted.
I thought we’d fight, really fight. That it would feel good and clear the air, and I might be able to make sense of things by the time we were finished. But KC had something else in mind, and he was much more focused than I. He’d have his way, and I’d go along, finding myself, rudely pulled over his lap, once he sat on the edge of my sofa. My skirt was up, my panties were down and I was being spanked. Unlike the times before, I fought him. I kicked my legs and tried to wrench from his grip. In that battle, I learned how strong he was and what kind of physical power he could wield over me. I fought, but I didn’t want to fight. I cried, but I didn’t want to cry. I cursed and screamed and called him miserable names and he just kept going.
“Let go of me, bastard!” I was in a full-blown rebellion but he spanked me through every sassy retort and four-letter word. His steady gait maintained for what seemed like an hour, though it was probably just ten minutes. Then, having decided that he’d made his point, he brusquely stopped, stood me on my feet and rose himself.
Though my bare ass was throbbing from the skirmish, I resisted the urge to nurse it with my hand. It must have been beet red. My only consolation was that KC’s hand must be smarting, too.
Peering into my face, just inches from his, KC wagged his finger…“I want you at the theatre tomorrow morning, ten o’clock, not a minute later. Think you can make it?
“Yes, yes, I will,” I managed limply.
“We’re going to talk it out, you’re going to give me answers, and there will be no argument this time. And, if you think I’m leaving you hanging, walking away without the sex your pussy cries for, well, you’ve been doing the same thing to me, bitch—leaving me hanging. It’s time we faced this head on. Understand?”
“Yes, yes, I do,” I whispered while I tried to back away.
“I’ll see you then, now get some sleep.”
He turned on his heel and walked out the door, scowling, his anger still billowing like a cloud of dust. So much for serenity and calm and keen intuition. Trouble was, I wasn’t sure if this side of KC Gable didn’t excite me as much as his more reasonable one. My ass was still hurting when he left, and my sexual arousal was about to explode. Yes, twice now he’d left me hanging with all this internal energy with nowhere to go. And he was glad about it, too!
***
I hardly slept that night, having already ruined a good night’s sleep with my evening’s antics. Even so, I had no problem rising early so I could make my appointment with KC.
I wasn’t sure what this meeting would accomplish, but I knew something had to get us out of neutral. I’d tell him something, make it up if I had to, anything to keep him around. I’d let him have me the way Rossi had, if that’s what would get us to bed. I’d been teased, taunted and turned on, but not fulfilled. He wanted something more of me than I thought I could give him, but that didn’t matter now. If I had to go down the old roads, I’d do that, too.
