He pushed the hair away from her face and wiped her tears with his thumb. She was even beautiful when she cried, her eyes taking on a vibrancy from the moisture.
“Shh, it’s alright now.” Jake ran his hand up and down her back and she snuggled in closer to him.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” She leaned back and looked him in the face.
“You don’t expect people to be nice to you?”
She shrugged her shoulders in response.
“It’s not that Mr. Wolfe doesn’t want to waste his time on you.” She snapped her head back to look at him. He had her full attention again. “He thinks you’re special. He thinks you deserve someone who realizes just how special you are.”
She sat in his lap, looking at him, but staring through him.
“He’s worried, you know,” he continued.
“Worried? That I’ll let more people in that will rob us blind?” her voice grew shaky again, “Yeah, that’s sort of a liability.”
He couldn’t resist; he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I think you’re missing the point of what I’m trying to explain,” he said. “Mr. Wolfe was less concerned with the fact that you let a notorious looter into the lodge than he was that you were so distracted, you didn’t realize it.”
A blush crept from her chest up her neck, and her cheeks became pink again.
“He just doesn’t want to see you get hurt. You have to pay better attention.”
He sat back and watched her process that. She chewed on her bottom lip, then raised her gaze to meet his again.
“What are you doing that’s distracting you all the time?”
She hid her face against his chest and shook her head. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.
“I think you do,” he said as he wound his hand around the length of her hair and tugged, pulling her back to look at him. He tried to give her a stern look, but she looked so sweet and chastised, he almost let her off the hook.
“I like to play games on my phone,” she said quickly, then threw a hand over her face.
He almost laughed at her admission. He released her hair and let her snuggle back into him, this little nymph with the tattoos and a scarred heart, who let a robber in while she played a game.
She pushed back, sitting up to face him again, a determined look on her face. “So are you going to spank me again now?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
That question surprised him. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, you were obviously sent to punish me about letting the robber in. Now are you going to punish me for being inattentive?” She gave him a defiant look, and he tried not to laugh.
“Oh, honey,” he shook his head, “that wasn’t even close to a punishment.” Her eyes widened as he spoke, “But if you’re looking for a punishment, I’d be happy to oblige.”
CHAPTER 7
FAYE
Faye threw her things in a duffel bag, her heart pounding and her ass smarting. Cade was taking her to be his slave.
His slave.
Did that meansexslave?
Considering the way he’d seemed to enjoy spanking her, she suspected it did.
He spoke from the doorway, causing her to jump. “I want you to pack a short skirt and the tightest t-shirt you have.”
Yep. Sex slave.
