Page 4 of In His Cuffs

Immediately, she dismissed the last idea.

She was here to have a good time, and by God, she would enjoy herself.

Ignoring him wasn’t her normal style. No way would she spend the entire night skulking around and looking over her shoulder.

That left a confrontation, and really, the only thing that suited her personality.

As if sensing her gaze, he looked at her.

He scowled—a ferocious expression that was all-too familiar. Obviously he was as surprised and as unhappy to see her as she was to see him. Then a sub walked up to him, and he turned his attention to the blonde.

Maggie exhaled a breath she hadn’t realised she’d sucked in.

She took another sip of her drink, trying to regroup. She told herself they were both adults. They were both here for their own reasons. They could deal with this.

Determinedly, she went inside and wandered around the living room. A small group was gathered near the fireplace, and the topic of conversation was the Denver Broncos’ upcoming preseason schedule.

Near the window, a Dom rested his shoulders on the wall.

Though he wasn’t overly tall, he was broad. He had on a T-shirt, revealing his beefy biceps. He could probably wield a flogger for a good long time.

He glanced pointedly at her wrist then back at her.

Her heart rate increased and she tightened her grip on her virgin pina colada. She cast her gaze at the ground, silently signalling both her submissiveness and willingness.

When she raised her head, she was shocked to see him striding away from her, out of the room.

“If you want someone to scene with, I’ll take care of you.”

The voice froze her from the inside out. Since she heard it all day, every day, she recognised it instantly. Rich and deep, as controlled as it was reviled.

When her heart started to beat again, she swung to face her adversary. She looked a long way up into his deep, dark blue, unfathomable eyes.

His jaw was set, and his arms were folded across his chest.

“Damn you.” She scowled. “Did you make him go away?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Isn’t it enough that you ruin every one of my days?”

“I’ve always wanted to have you over my lap for the good spanking you deserve.”

She blinked, for once shocked into silence by his words. Since they’d met, he’d been standoffish. Business was the only thing they’d ever discussed. And he’d harboured thoughts of having his hand on her ass?

“Maybe we should satisfy our mutual desires.”

“Not in this lifetime, David.”

“Tonight even,” he countered.

She laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as brittle as it felt. “Even for you, that’s an arrogant statement.”

“I spent the last few minutes watching your reflection in the glass, Margaret—”

“Maggie,” she corrected through gritted teeth.

“Not only do you have on a white wristband,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken, “but you lowered your gaze for that Dom.”

Her stomach executed a somersault. “Do you know how to mind your own business? Ever?”

“I pay attention to detail.”

“There’s an understatement.” During the first three weeks that he’d taken control of her family’s firm, he’d looked at every piece of paper, analysed spreadsheets, sat down with each employee in private, insisted on meeting all of their vendors and reviewed all current customer files. At this point, it seemed he knew as much about World Wide Now as she did.

“For example, I know you’re flustered,” he continued.

“So you’re a psychic in addition to having superior business acumen?” If sarcasm were arsenic, he’d be dead.

“You’re thinking about lifting your skirt for me and lowering yourself over my lap. You’re wondering if I’ll hit you as hard as you need.”

“That’s insane,” she insisted, but now that he’d mentioned it, she couldn’t help picturing that very thing.

“You’re hoping I’ll let you keep your underwear on. And yes, you are wearing panties.”

She blinked, stunned. How the hell could he know that?

“If you were as calm as you’d like me to believe, you wouldn’t be stabbing the bottom of your glass with your straw.”

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