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"Excellent! It will give us a chance to see, uh, what's what."
"I'm so excited. You are the most spectacular man," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and covering his face with kisses.
"I'm glad you think so, but I'm not sure I'm spectacular. Brittany, one more thing. Do you make a habit of taking off with strange men and getting drunk when you're ticked off? It seemed a very easy thing for you to do. Have you done that before?"
"Um, kind of."
"What does that mean?"
"Going somewhere to dance and have a drink helps me get over things."
"If we have words while you're with me in London, and I truly hope we don't, but if we do, you can't go off galavanting around."
"Sure, no problem."
"I mean it."
"No problem, honestly."
"Now we have to talk about something else, and I must be very strict about this. You will not attempt to manipulate me. You did it once and I punished you, then you turned around and did it again."
"I'm sorry, really, I am, but I have to explain. I saw a documentary about Kate Middleton and Prince—"
"You can stop right there," he said, holding up his hand. "It doesn't matter. You obviously didn't learn your lesson and this must be dealt with. You'll get that spanking over my knee, and it will be meaningful, along with a couple of other things I hope will make you think twice before you decide to pull any more stunts."
"Whatever you say."
"Sir!"
"Whatever you say, Sir."
"Return to your cabin, clean yourself up, and pack an overnight bag. You have fifteen minutes from the time you leave."
"What should I wear back to my cabin?"
"The robe, just as you did before, but I won't be coming with you."
"Should I go now?"
"Yes, and remember, fifteen minutes. Don't be late."
Rising to her feet, she glanced at the clock on the wall, then sending him a nervous smile, she hurried out the door.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Brittany chose a silk turquoise skirt and white silk tank top, but wasn't sure if she should wear underwear, putting it on and taking it off twice before finally deciding to leave it on. Hurriedly packing an overnight bag, she moved quickly down the hall, knocking on Duncan's door several minutes before the allotted fifteen minutes.
"You look very nice," he said warmly, ushering her inside. "Go into the bedroom."
He'd changed into a black T-shirt and workout pants, his hair was wet, and she could smell the spicy aroma of his cologne. Moving in ahead of him, she found the room in semi-darkness. He'd closed the drapes, leaving a crack barely a couple of inches wide.
"Put your case on the armchair by the window."
Feeling oddly self-conscious, she walked past the bed and deposited her bag, but when she turned around he had closed the door and was leaning against it, his arms crossed, looking stern and stunningly sexy.
"Come here, Brittany."
"Can I say-"
