Satisfied she truly didn’t know and that she’ll be more careful now, I nod. “Good girl. Now, when we get out of the car, I expect you to stay close. No wandering off.”
Her jaw firms into a mutinous line. “What if I wanna go explore?”
“You are not here to explore. You are here to work.”
“But—”
I let my expression harden, and put a bit more steel in my voice. “No, Camilla. You will stay with me, or you will be wearing a naughty girl plug this entire trip.”
Shock has her mouth falling open. “You can’t plug me!”
“I can, and I will if you do anything dangerous like wandering off without me. Do not test me on this, little girl.”
“Fine,” she says with a bratty huff. “I guess I just won’t have any fun.”
My palm physically itches to connect with her bottom again, but I resist. There will be more than enough time for me to teach her what happens to Little girls with bad attitudes later. For now, we really do need to get going.
Our driver opens the door and I slide out, turning to reach for Camilla. She blinks down at my hand, as if she’s not exactly sure why I’m holding it out for her, but then she places her fingers in my palm. I help her out, trusting our driver to hand our bags off to the bellhop.
She tugs at my hand, but I don’t let go. I’m rather enjoying the feel of her smaller hand in mine as we walk through the lobby.
“Oh, don’t we need to check in?” Camilla asks as we stride past the front desk.
“No need. Our room is ready.”
“But we need keys and—wait.” Planting her feet, she comes to a stop and when I turn to face her she’s once again staring at me with her mouth hanging open. “Did you just sayourroom?”
Chapter Four
Millie
Donovan cocks that damned eyebrow of his as if my question is completely absurd. “Yes. Our room.”
“No. Absolutely not. I want my own room.”
“Unfortunately for you, the hotel is completely booked.” His mouth curves up in a smile I can only describe as predatory. “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Huffing out a breath, I try to yank my hand from his again but he doesn’t budge. “Let me go, Donovan. I’m going to go ask about a room.”
He doesn’t release me. Instead, he steps closer, crowding me, his voice dropping to a low, lethal tone when he speaks. “Do you know what happens to naughty Little girls who throw tantrums in public, Camilla?”
“I’m not throwing a tantrum.”
“Oh, but you are, little one. And you are about two seconds from getting hauled over my shoulder so I can carry you to our room and blister your defiant little bottom. Is that what you want?”
Even though I know there’s no way anyone heard him, humiliation still floods my face at his threat. “No, Sir.”
“Then I suggest you behave yourself and do as you’re told. Come with me.”
This time it’s him tugging on my hand and I fall in line, ducking my head and praying nobody can tell I was just very soundly put in my place by my boss as he guides me to our room.
Then again, if they notice, they probably won’t assume he’s my boss. Not while I’m dressed like a Little girl and holding his hand.
Ugh.
We take an elevator up so high it makes my head spin a bit. When we finally stop on our floor, Donovan leads me out of the box and down the hall to a corner room. Using an app on his phone, he opens the door and ushers me inside.
Into the most decadent room I have ever seen in my entire life.
