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“Yes, sir. I won’t come back and bother you ever again. I promise.”

Dan fumbles his way around Logan and dashes out the door, which Logan has yet to shut.

I look out the window and see that it’s a Range Rover, which belongs to Logan, and not the G-Wagon, which my dad drives, that’s parked out front. Considering they’re both matte black and big SUVs it’s an easy mistake to make.

“I interrupt something between you and your little boyfriend,” Logan questions. “And how come I didn’t know you were seeing someone, were being the keyword because whatever you thought you had with him is over.”

“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend. Second, you can’t tell me who I can and can’t see.”

“I can and I will and more importantly I can tell any young shits who come sniffing around here to beat it. As you can see that approach is even more effective. Hell, I didn’t even have to say anything and he promised never to come back. At least you picked a smart kid.”

“I said he’s not my boyfriend. He’s gay just so you know.”

“Body like yours and he might change his mind,” Logan says, his eyes raking up and down my length.

“Where’s dad?”

“He drew the short straw. He’s the one picking up the delivery.”

“When’s he coming back?”

“When it’s picked up.”

I can see I’m getting nowhere so I try a different approach. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t have over. It’s my house.”

“Paid for by the business that your father and I own and operate, a business that involves a lot of risk by the way.” He moves in closer, his big body dwarfing mine and I feel my panties moisten. Logan’s thighs are like tree trunks and his chest looks like one of those oak barrels, the kind of whisky he likes to drink is aged in. “It’s my job to make sure you’re safe.”

“Who says I need protecting?”

“I do you little brat.”

My body freezes at that word. There’s just something about it that reminds me of the Lena Little short stories I read on my Kindle. And I know where those stories often lead, and how steamy they can get. I’m more than ready for life to imitate art.

His dark gaze stays locked on me, his body mere inches from mine as the heat from his massive frame warms the entire area we’re occupying. I go to suck in a breath through my mouth, but my throat catches and I get no oxygen, no relief. It’s as if his presence and his authority has sucked all the air out of the room, and in addition to not being able to breathe now, my head isn’t getting enough oxygen to form coherent thoughts.

“No more guys over to the house. No one at all for that matter. You want to meet people you meet them in public places like coffee shops and parks. Understand?”

“No, I don’t understand. I’m eighteen years old and I’m an adult. You’re not my dad and you’re not my boyfriend, so what you say doesn?

?t carry any weight in my home.”

“You wanna see some weight,” he threatens, lifting his hand and looking at his palm before turning it over. “One swat with this across your ass is more than enough to get you to fall in line and comply.”

A shot of electricity shoots through me and I’m ready to be even bolder, even brattier…ready to mouth off to him to see if he’ll actually carry through, but I know Logan isn’t a man to be tested. He will put actions behind his words and he’ll do it swiftly. And if he says he’s going to spank me hard that’s exactly what he’ll do.

My body trembles and I squeeze my mouth shut, knowing this is my best option right now.

Until it isn’t.

“You wouldn’t spank me,” I test.

Out of nowhere, Logan’s hands extend forward and he grabs me by the waist, picking me up and moving me to the side like a bag of feathers as he walks right through where I was just standing and into the kitchen.

I hear the cork of the whiskey bottle and the gurgling sound of it being poured into a glass. A second later the cork squeaks back on and a few seconds after that I hear the bottom of the glass meet the table.

The sound of a chair dragging across the floor is followed by the creek of a man too big for that chair sitting in it.

“Get your ass in here, little girl, and bend over my knee. You do not talk to a man that way.”


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