“You need to start wearing more clothes,” Jared stated.
“I’ll turn up the heat,” North stated.
“You don’t have to do that!” she protested.
“Yes, we do,” Jared told her. “Because your comfort comes first. I’m sorry that was so hard.”
“Me too. But it was also good. I feel better after talking to them.”
“That’s good.” Jared kissed the top of her head.
“I guess I should let you guys get to work,” she said as she tried to get off Jared’s lap.
“No.”
“No?”
“Just sit. Rest.”
Fine. She didn’t have the energy to argue. Even if he was extremely bossy.
41
“Ihave to write lines?” she cried.
After holding her for about an hour, Jared had dropped this bomb on her.
All right, it shouldn’t have been such a surprise since she knew she was getting a punishment. Although that was yesterday they’d told her that. And then it had been postponed. She’d kind of hoped that it would keep getting postponed.
No such luck.
“Yes,” Jared told her. “I want fifty lines saying that you will not pull a weapon on Daddy or North.”
“On North either? That seems a bit crazy. I mean, with how annoying he is people must pull a knife on him all the time.”
She’d noticed he’d called himself Daddy and not Jared.
How did she feel about that?
She wanted him to be her Daddy so much that it was an ache inside her.
“While that might be true,” Jared admitted. “You are not to pull a knife on North.”
North shot her a look from where he sat across from Jared at his desk.
She was standing next to him, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“Here is your pen and paper,” Jared said, pushing them across to her. “You may sit on the other chair and use my desk to write. I want you to number each line.”
She heaved out a breath. “This sucks.”
“Would you like the lines to go up?” North asked calmly. “Because it’s now sixty.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Wait! You can’t do that! You’re not my Daddy.”
“No, but I still Top you. Don’t I?” North asked her.
She wanted to deny it. But she couldn’t. Because North dominating her was the stuff of dreams.
