“Thanks, Jeanine. Show them in.” Lately, I’d had one too many parents need to see me about their child. Either there was too much homework or not enough.
Often, I had to brace for their disgruntled attitudes.
I continued gathering my things as I heard footsteps. “I’ll be right with you.”
A sudden giggle drew my attention and I flashed a look toward the door. A few of the girls from my class were hovering in the doorway, huge bright eyes staring back at me.
Almost immediately, a prickling sensation rushed down my spine.
Then a scent floated around me, rich in testosterone and musk. I knew the fragrance. I’d kept a shirt I’d worn unwashed and often slept with it.
As I turned my head toward my visitor, my legs began to tremble. “Kendrick.”
He walked closer, the sexy little grin I’d fallen in love with on his face. In his arms were flowers and a red foil bag.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, finding myself inching toward him.
“Well,” he said and took a long stride in my direction. “I wanted to see you.”
“You did?”
“Uh-huh.” He placed the flowers on the edge of my desk.
“They’re beautiful.”
“Yes, you are.” He cupped the side of my face and as soon as he did, another wave of giggling girls caught my attention.
As soon as I turned my head toward them to admonish their behavior, he quickly pinched my chin, pulling it forward and speaking in a low voice.
“I’ve waited for two months for your attention. You know I’m not a patient man.”
“So what are you saying?” I pressed my hand against his chest, marveling as I had before in how muscular he was.
“I’m saying that you belong to me.”
“How do you think that?”
He lowered his head and I forced myself to drown out the girls gasping from the sight in front of them. “I am your master. How quickly you forget. But don’t worry, I’m going to remind you of that every day.”
“You are, huh? What if I don’t obey you?”
Kendrick took a deep breath while sliding his hand into the bag. He shifted our bodies by a few inches until his massive form was blocking anyone from seeing the contents. “Then I guess I’ll need to use these.”
There was no way of hiding the heat of embarrassment rushing to my face from seeing the handcuffs. I was certain my cheeks were blotchy.
And thank God they couldn’t tell how wet I’d instantly become. “You’d use those?”
“Oh, baby. I intend on doing a lot more than just handcuff you to the bed.”
“Why would you do that?” Yes, I was fishing. I needed to know how he felt about me.
“Because I care about you.”
“You just don’t want me to take the job Maverick offered.”
He reared back slightly, the look of jealousy something I’d never forget. “When did this happen?”
“Oh, maybe this morning.”
