“That’s two,” he said in a low voice.
“Two what?”
“Two lies.”
“Well, technically, I think that would be one as they’re interwoven,” she slammed her hand across her mouth. Thankfully the uninjured one. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that.
“So, you admit that is a lie. If you were mine, you’d be lying over that porch railing right now, your pants down at your feet getting your ass spanked.”
“I...I...you wouldn’t!” But she knew he would. It wasn’t the first time he’d brought spanking up. And since then, she’d been doing a bit of research. “Are you...are you into BDSM?”
“I am,” he replied. “What do you know about BDSM?”
“I watched all the Fifty Shades movies.”
“All right. Guess that’s a start. Although you know that’s a movie, not real life.”
“I know.” Although sometimes the two things became intertwined in her world. All she had was movies and T.V. shows. “You tie women up and whip them.”
“Shit. This is not the conversation I came here to have.”
“Sorry.” She blushed bright red. “I can’t believe I asked you that. That was very personal. Forget I said anything.”
“No... it’s not that I don’t want to tell you about all of that. But not now. I don’t want to scare you away.”
Scare her away? What did that mean?
“Abby? Abby, are you all right?” he asked, concern on his face.
“Of course.” She smiled brightly.
He sighed. “That’s three.”
She scowled at him. “You are not spanking me.”
“Not without your agreement, no. But when I have that, you’re in a lot of trouble, little one.”
Again, with the little reference. “Well, you won’t get that.”
“We’ll see,” he said mysteriously. “If everything is all right then how come we’re out here on your porch? Can we go inside?”
“No!” She jumped forward, in front of the door.
He raised his eyebrows. “Everything is fine, huh?”
Shit. Way to act cool, Abby.
“Yes, it is. But the house is a mess. I’m spring cleaning. I don’t want you going in there right now.”
“Baby, your house is neat as a pin, you don’t have enough stuff to spring clean.”
Why did she like it so much when he called her baby?
“Well, I’ve pulled everything from the cupboards and it’s a pigsty.”
He gave her a disbelieving look.
What to say to keep him out? “I’ve been sorting through my bras and I don’t want you to see them.”