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Thayer looks concerned about what I’m telling him. “Who was it?”
I can hear the hidden implication. And why is he just hearing about this now?
“I think it was one of your couples or something. That’s what it sounded like anyway. I have no idea, but I knew no one else was supposed to be in that room. I figured it was someone you wouldn’t want to see me, so you wouldn’t want me in there with them.”
He blows out a breath. “Tell me everything that happened.”
I tell him everything I can remember—their voices, how many I heard, what they said. My cheeks flush when I repeat the words I can remember. My heartbeat thunders while I tell him all this. I don’t want him to think I’m lying or embellishing anything, but it feels as if I were at a peep show in a private party, and I don’t want him to know how those words made me feel.
He makes a quick phone call, I’m not sure to whom. They sound familiar and close, almost like he’s talking to Fabien, but I know Fabien and Nicolette will be leaving soon. When he hangs up the phone, I have his complete and undivided attention, whether I want it or not.
It might have something to do with the fact that he looks both handsome and powerful. His eyes seem bright with anticipation. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“You know, if you were mine, I’d have to punish you,” he says in a husky voice, as he begins to tug up his sleeves. He takes a step closer to me. I swallow hard and prepare myself for what comes next, whatever it is.
“Have to?” I challenge. He’s visibly aroused, and very much not dreading what he’s about to do.
“Have to. You’re in my care. You stated as much to Fabien and Nicolette, didn’t you?”
“Did I?”
“You’re not going to sidetrack me, Savannah.” I have a feeling a nuclear bomb wouldn’t sidetrack him.
I bite my lip and nod. When I open my mouth to speak, I find it so dry I don’t know what to say.
I’m so confused. Is he going to punish me, or does he only wish he could?
Why does the second option make me feel sad, like I’m bereft of something I’m longing for?
And why did he have me strip?
My pulse beats faster as he slowly, lazily drags his eyes down the length of my body. “I know why you left the room. I’m sorry you weren’t as safe as I thought. There’s been a security breach, and we suspect there’s someone on the inside responsible. We aren’t sure if it was accidental or not, and it will take some time to sort out.”
I nod. Sure. Makes sense. That’s what guys like him do. They “flush out security breaches” and whatever else that entails. I’m still pretty much fixated on this whole idea of punishment.
He brings his gaze to mine. The dark slash of his brows makes his eyes look as blue as a rain-kissed sky, and the way they’re looking at me now…
“Have you ever been spanked, Savannah?”
I blink, trying to keep my calm, because I’m not sure why that question from him makes me all kinds of aroused. Seconds tick by that feel like minutes while he peruses every inch of me and clearly likes what he sees.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Not even as a child?”
Again, I shake my head.
Slowly, he rolls up his other sleeve, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Have you thought about it?”
“Spanking?” I say in an oddly high-pitched voice.
“Mhm,” he says as he takes a step closer to me. “Spanking.”
I shake my head. It’s a lie, though. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop since he brought up the subject.
Now that he’s close, that masculine scent of his overwhelms me. Lowering his voice, he gives me another once-over that makes my skin feel on fire.
“Have you ever been dominated?”
I have to admit, I didn’t really think of myself as inexperienced… until Thayer. Now I realize I’ve only been in one little corner of Planet Earth and there’s an entire solar system of experiences I have yet to experience.
“So you’re not a virgin,” he says softly, stepping so close I can see the depths of his blue eyes. Each distinct eyelash. The masculine cut of his stubble-covered jaw and his full, pursed lips. The long, strong column of his neck and his dark hair that would be too long on anyone but him. I shake my head.
“Are you a kink virgin?”
I think my little squeak when I open my mouth to respond is answer enough for him.
“I see.” He shakes his head and speaks in a low voice. “Why don’t you tell me what would happen if you were mine, Savannah.”
Why is it that this time, I’m filled with the inexplicable wish that I was his? Even though he’d punish me.
