Oh, well then. Apparently, he’s looking for a reason to punish me.
Why do I like it when he calls melove? He doesn’t mean it. I’m confident he’s only being sarcastic.
Not sure how I feel about the threat. To say I have mixed feelings would be an understatement.
He leads me forward, and when I hear the sliding doors of an elevator again, I imagine we’ve made it inside. We begin going upward.
I have so many questions, and I’m not quite sure it’srightthat he thinks he can punish me… but he’s also the one with the major advantage here.
In other words, I’m not gonna rock this boat.
Yet, anyway.
If Thayer Gerard thinks he can boss me around without consequence, then do I ever have a surprise for him.Thisgirl is no pushover. And while being overpowered and dominated by him—and yes, maybe even punished—might appeal to me on some base, primal level, I won’t forget who I am. What I’ve been through.
What I want.
And I will not just roll over and beg like a well-trained dog.
I don’t care how hot he is. I don’t care that he’s rich, and that deep down inside, a part of me craves his protection. I’ve been alone for a very long time, and even though I like having control over my own life… it gets lonely.
So I don’t care who he is or what he does. This whole slave thing might be a part of the disguise I’ll use to save my life… but that’s all this is. A cloak to hide me. Trickery. Playacting.
No one is safe from a man like Thayer. Especially me.
“I’m putting you in a suite,” he says.
That sounds promising.
I want to ask if I’ll be alone or if he’ll join me, but I don’t want to sound too eager. And honestly, I’m not even sure Iwanthim to be with me.
I might want him in the moment—just like I might stress-eat a box of chocolates all by myself—but will it be worth it in the morning?
Will I have to lose too much of myself to really stay safe?
Is safety only an illusion?
CHAPTER SIX
Thayer
I don’t trustthat things are going as planned.
Someone fucked up. Maybe even played me.
I didn’t call for a meeting. I have no guests arriving. I don’t forget things like that.
So I’m distracted when I lead Savannah to the private suite I’ve planned to take her to.
“Hey,” Savannah whispers.
I sigh. I will never bring this girl out in public again without a gag. She’s going to end up over my knee before she goes to bed tonight.
“What did I tell you about talking?” I say in a low voice. “Is this an emergency?”
“Does having to pee qualify as an emergency?” she asks, tipping her head adorably even while blindfolded.
I grit my teeth. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”
