“Yeah, baby girl. I want that. What I need to know is if you want it too? If you want to explore this attraction between us. If you even feel it as strongly as I do.”
Her hands were twisted in her lap. “I do.”
“Yeah?” A huge weight lifted off his chest.
“But. . .”
Shit.
“You’re my employer and I’m worried about. . .”
“About a personal relationship interfering with our professional one?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that’s what I meant when I said we have a choice here. First thing I need to tell you is no matter what you decide, you still have a job here. This has nothing to do with your employment. I’d get in a fuckload of trouble if it did.”
“Okay,” she murmured, looking a little confused. He didn’t blame her; he was feeling slightly confused about all of this himself.
“You decide you don’t want to explore this attraction then things will be strictly professional. Like with Madden and Rory.”
“All right and the other choice?”
“We start seeing each other out of work. Figure out this attraction between the two of us. I explore my Daddy side with you.”
“Right,” she said quietly.
“You decide on that route and there is likely to be more rules. The lines between employer and employee will blur.”
“Which means what, exactly?”
“Well, if you go that route then I’m going to punish you for breaking a safety rule just now.” He was not happy with her.
“Punish me?” her voice squeaked.
“Yep.”
“How?”
He longed to reach out and touch her, to reassure her that they could do this. That this is what she wanted.
“Well, for a start I’d have you go stand in the corner and think about what you did wrong and all the ways you could have been hurt.”
Her breath caught and her eyes grew wide.
“And then after some time to contemplate that, I might have you come and place yourself over my lap for a spanking.”
She just stared up at him. He braced himself for her refusal. For her to tell him where to stick his suggestion. She licked her lips.
“They might hear.”
“What?”
“The others might hear you. . .spanking me. I don’t want them to hear. It makes me uncomfortable. I have to work with them and I would be embarrassed.”
It was his turn to stare at her. She wasn’t refusing his proposal outright. In fact, she seemed to be totally accepting of his right to punish her, it was the fact that others might know that she objected to.
He cleared his throat, trying not to look too eager even as his cock pressed against his jeans painfully.