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“I do and the answer’s yes, though they give me shit about it.”
“Everyone,” I repeat. “What about the President of the United States?”
Now I’ve got him.
I stifle a gasp when he touches my chin with his thumb, so lightly, I wonder if I imagined it. “If I were responsible for the safety of the President of the United States, I would absolutely expect him or her to obey me.”
“And if they didn’t? If they don’t?” I ask. “Then what would you do?”
I don’t know what it is about him that makes me want to push and prod and poke a little. I don’t want to incite his anger, but I like the brief hint at being overpowered by him. It’s so different from anything I’ve ever experienced before, it both unnerves and excites me.
“It depends on who they are,” he says softly. “And what they did. My reaction to the President’s disobedience and yours would be two very different matters to deal with.”
I swallow. “Indeed.”
The air’s charged with electricity.
For some reason, he doesn’t respond for long moments, as he holds my gaze.
“Come with me to doctor your hand, Eden.”
Against all the warnings that scream in my head, I hold his gaze and give him what I know he wants. “Yes, sir.”
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CHAPTERSIX
Sergio
Why,why,did a woman as beautiful as her have to come into my life? Last night, I was completely fine being engaged to a woman I’ve never met as a means to an end.
Just fine.
Last night, I’d made up my mind that love is a fickle thing and the temptation of fools.
That was before Eden.
What existed before Eden on Planet Earth? A wasteland…
I sit her in the chair and turn abruptly before I do something impulsive and fucking foolish, like kiss her.
I gather the supplies and make sure she obeys, her question echoing in my mind like I’m haunted.
And what might you do to someone who disobeyed you?
The woman’s wearing bruises from the fists of another man.
She can’t handle what I’d do to someone who disobeyed me. I could no more put her over my knee and spank her pretty ass red than I could fuck her.
I turn away so she doesn’t see my heavy breathing or the goddamn hard-on I gave myself just by imagining such a thing.
“You okay?” she asks sweetly.
No, baby, I’m not. Until now, I had no idea I had a kink for wholesome, beautiful women who look like they stepped out of a fairy tale.
I thought she was prettybeforeshe got all tidied up. There’s something about her Goldilocks hair and beautiful blue eyes behind her glasses that make her look like one of those little fairies, the ones that grow out of the centers of flowers.
Who knew I had a thing for modesty, too?God.
