“All right. How do we do that?”
The million dollar question. “I’m not sure.”
“We could ask her to dinner.”
“Too forward.”
“Kylie…”
“Hush, Daniel, I’m thinking.”
She ignored the raised eyebrow he sent her way while she paced, even though that look made her heart rate spike considerably.
“So, for the most part, Professor Renard doesn’t really engage with me outside of class.” Still pacing, she glanced over at her best-friend-turned-co-conspirator. “What about you?”
“Same.”
“Except for last night.”
“What are you getting at, Ky?”
It was risky. And they would likely both be sporting plenty of painful marks on their asses by the time it was all said and done. But wasn’t that a small price to pay for the chance to land the woman of both their dreams? “We acted out, she paid attention. Maybe we need to act out more.”
“Professor Renard hates brats.”
“Does she?” Pausing in front of him, she met his worried gaze. “We’ve heard that about her, but as far as I know, she hasn’t been romantically involved with anyone since she came to the Ranch. So we don’t reallyknowwhat she likes, do we?”
The corners of Dan’s lips dipped down in a frown. “No, I suppose we don’t.”
“Then it’s worth a try, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”
Again with that damn eyebrow.Quiet down, heart.
“We could both end up in Mr. Chambers office getting our asses paddled. Or, worse, she could decide to punish us in class. In front of everyone.”
“We want the latter, and we’re in luck because she prefers to dish out her own discipline unlike some of the other professors. Unless it’s somethingreallybad, so we need to make sure we walk that line.”
That worried frown deepened. “Are you sure about this, Ky? You hate being punished, especially in public.”
“I know.” Just the thought of being bent over in front of the entire class, her skirt flipped up and her panties on display for everyone to see made her vaguely queasy. “But other than that, do you see any holes in the plan?”
“Kylie, there are so many holes in this plan it’s basically Swiss cheese.” His lips curved up, his frown slowly transforming to a mischievous smile. “But it could be fun. For me, anyway. I don’t mind being in trouble.”
“Well, do you have a better idea?”
“Not really,” he said with a shrug. “Since you shot down my plan to just, you know,talk to her.”
“Because that’s not how romance works, dickhead.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, everything about her friend changed in an instant. His gaze still locked on hers, Dan captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger in a move she’d witnessed her friends’ Daddies utilizing on a regular basis but she’d never experienced herself.
It was just as hot as her friends said it was.
“You’re pushing your luck, little girl,” he murmured. “I may not be your Daddy, but I’m not going to stand for you being disrespectful of me and our friendship like that. Apologize now and I won’t bend you over that bed and whip your bare bottom with my belt.”
A shiver wracked her body, despite the heat flooding her veins. Or maybe because of it, though that didn’t really make any sense.
Then again, nothing about romance or sexual attraction really made much sense to her, if she was being honest.
