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"Seven o'clock, but before you go…"
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he suddenly leaned in and kissed her. She was sure she would faint from the divine pleasure, but he slid his fingers into her hair, he titled her head to the side, and moved his lips to her ear.
"I know you're a very cheeky girl underneath your polite exterior."
"Sometimes."
Heart hammering, the whispered word was all she could manage, and leaning against his chest, she closed her eyes and inhaled his spicy, masculine scent.
"We have things to talk about," he purred, encircling her with his arms. "I must get back. The book may be finished, but writing the darn thing is the easy part."
"I really am looking forward to hearing about it," she said softly, reluctantly stepping back.
"As I said, if you're a good girl."
He winked, then turned and strode down the hall.
Entering her cabin, she closed the door and leaned against it, seeking support for her quivering body. His kiss had sent a warm flood through her sex and made her weak at the knees.
"He's going to break my heart. I shouldn't see him tonight, but I have to, I absolutely have to."
* * * * * * * * * *
Inside his stateroom Duncan smiled a Cheshire Cat grin. He'd tasted her hunger, her craving, her need to be over his knee with her bottom bared and his hand slapping with gusto. The thought of it had sent his cock to life, even more than the exquisite feel of her breasts pressed against his chest, and her soft yielding energy as she'd melted in his arms. Scanning his room, he considered where he might administer his discipline.
"Poor baby, you need to be spanked so badly. You possess a submissive soul, and you're aching to be set free."
Though the afternoon would be a long one, anticipation was half the fun and the hours would tick by much more slowly for Brittany. But the kiss had left him restless.
"A jog," he declared, moving into his bedroom. "That's what I need. A long run around the track."
* * * * * * * * * *
Though thrilled by the prospect of the evening ahead and the promise it held, a nagging doubt had crept into Brittany's head. Duncan could decide to simply have dinner and send her on her way. The spanking she so desperately craved might not come to pass, and her long-held fantasy might remain just that, a fantasy. The thought was almost too much to bear.
"I can't leave this to chance, I can't," she muttered as she paced. "I have to do something to make it happen. The maid will be here soon. I could slip into his cabin and—ooh, I could open his computer and sneak a peek at his book. When he catches me he'll wallop me for sure."
CHAPTER FIVE
Grabbing a chair, Brittany cracked open her cabin door and settled in to watch. She'd been keeping vigil only a few minutes when the housekeeper appeared pushing the trolley down the hallway. Stopping outside Duncan's cabin, the maid knocked twice before unlocking his door and walking inside.
Brittany took a breath. It was time.
Ignoring her voice of reason she hurried down the corridor and peered into the room. There was no sign of the maid, but Brittany could hear her humming in the bedroom. Darting across to the armoire in the corner, to her horror she discovered she couldn't fit through the narrow space to hide. Fighting panic, afraid to move back past the bedroom and into the hall, she moved quickly out the sliding glass door and onto the deck. Taking a moment to calm her frazzled nerves, she peeked into the bedroom. Pulling the vacuum behind her, the maid was on her way into the lounge. Brittany pushed open the slider, crept inside, and searched for a place to hide.
The closet was her only option.
Pulse racing she hurried across the thick carpet, cringing as she opened the folding door, then closing it softly behind her, she hid behind a row of hanging trousers.
* * * * * * * * * *
Strolling down the hallway, still breathing heavily from his jog, Duncan saw the housekeeper rolling her trolley to the stateroom next to his. Entering his cabin he moved swiftly to the bathroom, stripped off, and stepped into the shower. As the water splashed over him and he roamed the soapy sponge across his body, he could feel the relaxing benefit of the long run. Quickly drying off, he wrapped a towel around his waist and ambled into the large walk-in closet. A cold nip lingered in the air, and he'd spied more t
han a few whitecaps during his trip around the track. Reaching down to retrieve a sweater from the built-in shelving, his eye caught an odd shape on the floor. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to discern what he was looking at.
Manicured red toes in high-heeled white sandals.
Hastily scooting the hangers aside, Brittany's wide eyes stared back at him. Rarely was Duncan speechless, but he had no words.
