“Because I have no doubt when you walk in that room, more than one man is going to swallow his tongue.”
Chapter Seven
Millie
What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
What the hell am I supposed to say toanyof that?
If you’d asked me a week ago—hell, a couple days ago—I would have said Doctor D couldn’t stand me. That at the most, he tolerated my presence because I’m a good nurse.
But now, with his words ringing in my ears and the imaginary taste of that almost-kiss on my lips, I’m not so sure. There is obviously more to this man who’s been my sole source of torment and suffering for the past year.
What that “more” is, exactly, I have no idea.
And I’m running out of time to find out.
Nerves hum beneath my skin as we ride the elevator down to the ballroom where the final reception dinner is being held. And when we step off the elevator, my diaper crinkles with every step, a secret thrill only the two of us know about.
There’s something illicit about it, about being decked out in something so fabulous and grown-up, while knowing that beneath it all I’m just a Little girl. Like I’m playing dress upwith Mommy’s clothes, but nobody knows because I’m so good at pretending.
A giggle slips past my lips at the thought, earning me a raised brow from the man beside me. “Care to share with the class, little one?”
Little one. Another new layer to our odd relationship. And god help me, when he calls me “little one”, I can almost believe he actually feels something other than disdain for me.
“No, Sir,” I respond with a cheeky smile, knowing it will rankle him.
And I’m right. The corners of his lips dip down into a frown and when he glances at me, there’s a warning in his eyes that has my heart beating faster against my chest.
What the hell. We’re only here for one more night.
Let’s see exactly how much I can rankle the good doctor before the night is over.
The moment we step into the ballroom, I snag two flutes of champagne from the closest waiter and hand him one. “To the end of a… tolerable working relationship.”
Locking my eyes with his, I clink my glass against the one he holds in his hand and toss it back, draining the entire thing before he can say a single word.
And when I look up into the dark pools of his eyes again, the burning in his gaze nearly knocks the air from my lungs.
Without even touching me, he holds me in place with nothing but that fierce look as he leans down, dropping his voice so only I can hear. “That was very, very naughty, little one.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
I’m not sure what possessed me to say it. Perhaps the champagne is already going to my head, perhaps I’m just losing all touch with reality now that freedom is so close I can taste it. Whatever it is, I know it’s the wrong thing to say to a man like him as soon as the words slip from my mouth.
One silver brow arches upward. “Oh, but I am. At least for a few more hours. Which means you are still required to follow my rules. You’ve just earned yourself ten with your hairbrush when we return to our room.”
The threat shouldn’t have my pussy clenching with need. I know how hard he spanks, and I’m not at all eager for a repeat performance.
But I also know how surprisingly tender he can be after a punishment, and perhaps that’s why my subconscious is after. More of those sweet hugs and gentle caresses as he holds me through my tears.
Dammit. Why couldn’t I have gottenthatversion of him when I first came to the island?
Temper and rebellion spark inside my chest, twin flames fueling my need to flaunt every goddamn rule I can now that we’ve reached the end of our time together. Perhaps it will earn me one hell of a spanking before he returns to the island, but goddamn will it be worth it to prove that I never gave him the satisfaction of breaking me.
Donovan
Something has gotten into my sweet little Camilla. There’s rebellion in her eyes, and I can already tell she’s going to get herself in plenty of trouble tonight.
