“Hit him again,” Lady Kerr called. Apparently having decided that she could handle them on her own, she flicked her wrist to send her man away.
Mary wound her hand back and slapped him again, so much harder than Lady Kerr had. Gabe groaned as more stars danced before his eyes. The woman was going to knock him senseless!
With an aroused, yet slightly malicious grin, the likes of which Gabe had never seen grace her perfect, full lips, Mary very slowly rounded the chair. Once. Twice. Then halted at his back.
Her nails scraped his scalp as she fisted her fingers tightly in his hair. Gabe grimaced as she yanked his head backwards to hit the back of the chair. She pressed her lips to his ear.
“You’ve been naughty, yes?”
“N—no,” he stammered.
She tightened her grip on his hair andthunkedhis head against the chair’s back again for emphasis. “Youhavebeen naughty. You began this little game with Lady Kerr and you didn’t invite me…”
Gabe felt something slide into his palm while she spoke. Oh, the sly woman. The genius! Of course his Mary would think to do something like this. But blast it, did she have to hit him so hard?
“You naughty, wicked boy, playing with the other girls and not with me.”
