With a defeated sigh, he dropped his forehead to hers. “I know. But I won’t risk you, either. Compromise?”
“Compromise.”
“One drink. Home by ten.”
It was excessive. But if it helped ease his anxiety over the whole situation, she could humor him. “Deal.”
“I mean it, Liv. If you break either of those rules, I’ll blister your ass with your hairbrush until you can’t sit for a week. I’m not playing with this.”
“I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.”
“You don’t have to like it. You just have to obey.”
These were the times when submission was the hardest. When she honestly felt he wasn’t being reasonable or fair, but she had to swallow her pride and do as she was told.
“Okay, Daddy.”
The tension gripping him eased a bit. “Thank you, little one.”
His arms tightened around her, and she snuggled into his embrace. And said a little prayer she’d be strong enough to submit when faced with the inevitable temptations to come.
Chapter Nine
Standing in front ofthe mirror, Olivia craned her neck to see how fat her ass looked in the jeans she’d just changed into. “Definitely starting that diet tomorrow,” she muttered to herself.
Resigned to looking like a cow next to her svelte bestie, she packed up her work clothes and left the bathroom to walk down the hall to James’s office.
He looked up from his computer when she walked in, and her heart fluttered at the predatory grin that spread across his handsome face. “There’s my sexy girl. Come here.”
She walked around the desk and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, then danced away when he reached for her. “None of that, Mr. Monroe. This is my place of business.”
“Fair point. But I make no promises when you get home.”
“I’ll hold you to that. You sure you don’t mind taking my bags and stuff home?”
“Of course not. You go enjoy yourself, baby. And don’t forget what we talked about.”