I yank off my top and throw it over my shoulder as he slides his arms—his gorgeous, tanned,very musculararms—out of his shirt sleeves.
Fucking show-off.
“Leave the rest for me.”
“Or what?” I challenge, mentallydaringhim to try to dominate me now.
“Or you get that spanking you have coming before I strip the rest of your clothes off and fuck you against the goddamn window.”
Well. Challenge accepted, apparently.
I remove the rest of my clothes except for my underwear and toss them in a pile behind me. I fold my arms across my chest.
I stand, squaring off against him.
He stands in nothing but a pair ofvery nice,well-fitting boxers.
My chest heaves.
He looks cool as a cucumber.
I feel disheveled and hot, my hair all askew and wild.
He’s devilishly handsome.
So handsome.
Ugh.
“You have your money, Nicolette.”
Why does he have to remind me about that? Whynow? What have I done to make him throw that in my face?
“I’m aware.”
“Then I want it abundantly clear. I’ve done my part. And you, as a woman who honors your word, will doyours.”
What the hell is that all about?
“Of course?” I say with a question in my voice, because what the hell is he talking about?
When he walks toward me, I can’t control the full-body shiver that comes over me.
He reaches behind me toward the little table next to his sofa. I don’t look, because I don’t want him to think I’m nosy.
Iamcurious as fuck.
When he comes back over to me, he has a silky tie wrapped around his fist. No, not one tie. Several.
“You promised to be mine.”
“I did,” I agree.What is going on?
“So you will fucking do what I say.”
Ah, so that’s where he’s going with this.
I nod.
