claim the marriage night of newlyweds.”
He laughed louder as her jaw dropped. “And he will not ignore one of his men’s prior
claims to a woman.”
She sobered quickly. “Speaking of claiming…what did Karel and Rickard mean when
they said you’d placed a prior claim on me?”
Pavel cleared his throat. “They said that?”
“They did.” She licked her lips, adding a natural sheen to their plump surface.
Pavel groaned. If she does that again, I’m going to lose it, throw that plump ass on the desk, and devour those lips…then feast on the lips lower down.
Deciding on the better part of valor, he grabbed up her hand and retreated toward the door. Her futile tugs against his hold barely registered on his more than human strength.
“Now where are you dragging me?” She dug her heels in, pulled…and shrieked when
her feet left the ground as he tugged back.
Twisting agilely, he reeled her in against his chest, and immediately though reluctantly set her away from him. “I’m taking you back to the reception hall. As you pointed out, you are missing the feast.”
“What? All of a sudden you don’t want to know if Karel and I did the featherbed jig?
You mean you don’t want to hear how Rickard and I fucked like Easter bunnies?”
“No.”
56 Camille Anthony
That seemed to stump her. “Why not? A minute ago you were foaming at the mouth,
demanding I tell you everything.”
“Once either of them mentioned my claim to you at all, they would never violate it.”
He could almost see her mind turning over what he’d said. Finally, she heaved a sigh.
“What about my questions? Are you ever going to give me some answers?”
“Yes, but not tonight --” He thought about his hopes for the evening and rectified his statement. “-- at least, not until much later tonight.”
“Oh, that’s not fair!”
He escorted her through the door, his hand on the small of her back, absorbing the
heat rolling off her flesh. Keeping his voice low, he spoke near her ear, his words meant for her only. “Tomorrow you see the doctors and undergo tests that will confirm the treatment modality geared especially for you. Tonight is for mingling.” He gave her bottom a push.
“Mingle.”
She took a step away then turned to confront him. “What if I don’t want to mingle
anymore? What if I want those answers you’re withholding?”
Instead of answering her, he changed the subject. “Tomorrow, when I give you a
directive and you question me, I’ll have the right to punish you.”
She reared back. “What? Where in the rules does it say that?”
Pavel tried to keep a straight face as he caught her shoulders and steadied her, kept her from falling over. His lips twitched as he recalled the restaurant and the feel of her cushy, full-cheeked bottom nestled in his lap. If he had his way, he’d soon be palming that sweet ass again. He took heart, hopes rising when she didn’t pull away immediately.
“C’mon, Pavel…admit you made that up.”
He chuckled, imagining his next words would anger her. He couldn’t wait to see the
passion in her explode again. Kaila lit up like Roman candles; her emotions flared high and bright. Pavel couldn’t wait to burn up in her passionate flames.
“On the contrary, my dear, allow me to recite the pertinent phrase from the list of rules I passed out this afternoon -- the same list posted on the inside of every client’s door. Rule three under the Client’s Conduct section clearly states: ‘Clients must obey the instructions of their trainers at all times. If, in the client’s estimation, the instructions are illegal or the client believes they may prove potentially injurious to their health, the client may address their concerns to the director.’” He smiled directly in her eyes, biting back a laugh at the fire sparking in the depths of her brown pupils. “As the director, I will, of course, diligently investigate your claim…before denying it.”
Kaila
He laughed louder as her jaw dropped. “And he will not ignore one of his men’s prior
claims to a woman.”
She sobered quickly. “Speaking of claiming…what did Karel and Rickard mean when
they said you’d placed a prior claim on me?”
Pavel cleared his throat. “They said that?”
“They did.” She licked her lips, adding a natural sheen to their plump surface.
Pavel groaned. If she does that again, I’m going to lose it, throw that plump ass on the desk, and devour those lips…then feast on the lips lower down.
Deciding on the better part of valor, he grabbed up her hand and retreated toward the door. Her futile tugs against his hold barely registered on his more than human strength.
“Now where are you dragging me?” She dug her heels in, pulled…and shrieked when
her feet left the ground as he tugged back.
Twisting agilely, he reeled her in against his chest, and immediately though reluctantly set her away from him. “I’m taking you back to the reception hall. As you pointed out, you are missing the feast.”
“What? All of a sudden you don’t want to know if Karel and I did the featherbed jig?
You mean you don’t want to hear how Rickard and I fucked like Easter bunnies?”
“No.”
56 Camille Anthony
That seemed to stump her. “Why not? A minute ago you were foaming at the mouth,
demanding I tell you everything.”
“Once either of them mentioned my claim to you at all, they would never violate it.”
He could almost see her mind turning over what he’d said. Finally, she heaved a sigh.
“What about my questions? Are you ever going to give me some answers?”
“Yes, but not tonight --” He thought about his hopes for the evening and rectified his statement. “-- at least, not until much later tonight.”
“Oh, that’s not fair!”
He escorted her through the door, his hand on the small of her back, absorbing the
heat rolling off her flesh. Keeping his voice low, he spoke near her ear, his words meant for her only. “Tomorrow you see the doctors and undergo tests that will confirm the treatment modality geared especially for you. Tonight is for mingling.” He gave her bottom a push.
“Mingle.”
She took a step away then turned to confront him. “What if I don’t want to mingle
anymore? What if I want those answers you’re withholding?”
Instead of answering her, he changed the subject. “Tomorrow, when I give you a
directive and you question me, I’ll have the right to punish you.”
She reared back. “What? Where in the rules does it say that?”
Pavel tried to keep a straight face as he caught her shoulders and steadied her, kept her from falling over. His lips twitched as he recalled the restaurant and the feel of her cushy, full-cheeked bottom nestled in his lap. If he had his way, he’d soon be palming that sweet ass again. He took heart, hopes rising when she didn’t pull away immediately.
“C’mon, Pavel…admit you made that up.”
He chuckled, imagining his next words would anger her. He couldn’t wait to see the
passion in her explode again. Kaila lit up like Roman candles; her emotions flared high and bright. Pavel couldn’t wait to burn up in her passionate flames.
“On the contrary, my dear, allow me to recite the pertinent phrase from the list of rules I passed out this afternoon -- the same list posted on the inside of every client’s door. Rule three under the Client’s Conduct section clearly states: ‘Clients must obey the instructions of their trainers at all times. If, in the client’s estimation, the instructions are illegal or the client believes they may prove potentially injurious to their health, the client may address their concerns to the director.’” He smiled directly in her eyes, biting back a laugh at the fire sparking in the depths of her brown pupils. “As the director, I will, of course, diligently investigate your claim…before denying it.”
Kaila
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