Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Answer me. Are you challenging me?”
“Kind of hard to do that when you’ve got my arms trapped behind my back and my pants down, isn’t it?”
Fucking hell, how I love that tone of hers.
“You’re giving me a hard-on, Sawyer. When you stand up for yourself, it’s a free invitation for my cock to stand up as well.”
“Ugh! You’re infuriating!”
“And you’re so goddamn sexy it drives me insane.” Taking a deep breath, I let my fingers drift over her bare ass, my palm twitching to make contact. Before I give in and spank her, I let her go.
I won’t punish her. Not yet.
I’m still holding out hope that she’ll stand up to Joseph Sawyer. What kind of father puts anyone above his own daughter? Especially a man who cheated on her. The whole situation is disgusting. If she doesn’t give her father a piece of her mind, I might do it for her.
She stands, straightening her spine, and shoots me a defeated look as she pulls up her pants.
“I can’t talk you into going with me, can I?”
“I’ll go with you.” I pause, drawing this out. “Under one condition.”
She sighs. “I already told you—”
“I don’t care what you said. Tomorrow night, you’re going to tell your father to shove his expectations up his ass. It’s way past time, Sadie.”
“And what if I can’t?” Her voice is high-pitched. Distressed. To me, I’m not asking much, but to Sadie, I’m asking everything. I’m asking her to stir the pot, to disrupt her tidy little life.
I’m asking her to upset her father, and that’s something she avoids at all costs.
“If you don’t do what I ask, then I’ll punish you, and I’m not talking about an innocent spanking.”
“Punish me how?”
“And ruin all the fun? I don’t think so.”
She grinds her molars, and I know she’s fighting the urge to argue with me. And part of me wants her to. Part of me wants her to give me a reason to show her who she’s dealing with. I’m getting harder just thinking of what it would be like to take away her control. To bend her to my will.
Her mouth drops open, then she clamps her lips shut and stomps to the coat closet. Sadie shoots me a glare as she yanks her jacket from the hanger. I can’t help but watch her in amusement as she shoves her arms into the sleeves.
“Punish me however you like. I’m not making a scene tomorrow night.” She slams the door, and in the wake of her tornado-like exit, I can’t decide whether to be angry, or excited.
Tomorrow night, I’m going to put all of my cards on the table.
Chapter Fifteen
Sadie
“Are you holding out on me?” Mandy meets my gaze through the reflection in the mirror. She’s standing in the open doorway of my bedroom, her dark brows more severe than usual.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I add another coat of mascara.
“You’re taking a lot of care in the makeup department.” She shrugs. “I guess I find it strange you’d go to so much trouble for a guy who cheated on you.” Leaning against the doorjamb, she crosses her arms. “Unless you’ve got a hot date to this thing at your parents’ house you’re not telling me about.”
I hide my nervousness behind a small laugh. “I’ve got a real hot date,” I say, infusing sarcasm into my tone. “I roped Ash into going with me. I thought he could help fend off Jake.” Now, when Ashton shows up at the apartment I share with his sister, I have a valid reason for him picking me up.
Just play it cool, Sadie. She doesn’t need to know just how hot of a date Ash really is.
Her shoulders sag. “Oh. You had me excited there for a second. I thought you were up to something interesting.”
“Nope. Just a boring work-related dinner.”
And the promise of Ashton’s “punishment” hanging over my head because no way am I going to do what he wants me to do. Standing up to my dad is an inevitability—he’s right about that—but tonight isn’t the time, and a work function isn’t the place.
I’m not the sort of girl who makes waves, especially at work events.
Especially at my parents’ house.
As I twist my hair into a neat up-do, Mandy saunters into the room. “You should wear it down. You’ve got gorgeous hair. I’d kill for it.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s a wild mess.”
“I should know better than to argue with you about your hair by now.” She flings my closet open and begins rifling through my clothing. “By the way, Brett and I are going out next weekend with Shane. We think you should come along.”
“Who?” I ask, distracted by the curls escaping around my face. After a few seconds of trying to get them to behave, I decide to leave them be.