Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
“I’m already ill.” She coughed, sounding far too chesty for his liking.
“You’ll catch pneumonia. Here, I’ll find you some other ones. Do you have something to dry your hair?”
As soon as he moved away from the door, she darted toward it. But he was too quick for her. He grabbed her, pulling her up into his arms.
“Let me go!”
“No. Now stop misbehaving and do as you’re told.” He placed her on the bed and put a finger in her face. “Move, and there will be consequences.”
“What sort?”
“When you’re feeling better, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass.”
Her mouth opened and closed. But she stayed where he’d put her as he grabbed some new pajamas. These were silky white with colorful butterflies on them.
“Pretty sure you’re supposed to take a girl out for dinner first. Maybe kiss her. Then talk about things like limits and safewords.”
“Not a Dom, baby. Not like what you’re talking about anyway.” Although he was interested in how much she knew of Dominants and what sort of experience she had. “I’m just a man who is always in charge. And who dishes out consequences for disobedience.”
“So you spank everyone who disobeys you?” she asked incredulously.
“Nope. Just you.”
God, she looked so cute when she was in shock. Her mouth opened and closed . . . like a goldfish. He knew better than to tell her that, though.
“Just me?”
“Yes. Although no one else disobeys me.”
A huff of exasperation left her. Grabbing up her pajamas, she headed into the bathroom.
“Put a towel around your shoulders and bring back your hairdryer,” he ordered.
When he heard the hairdryer start up, he moved to the bathroom door.
This girl.
She was seriously testing him. And his hand was itching to teach her a lesson.
From now on, he’d be keeping track.
And there would be a reckoning.
26
Jilly had the feeling she was in trouble.
Her bottom cheeks clenched together as Regent placed a bowl of ice cream in front of her.
Regent hadn’t been happy when she’d emerged from the bathroom after drying off her hair.
And still wearing her brown pajamas.
Jilly didn’t know why she’d decided to push him. Perhaps she’d lost any sense of self-preservation she’d had left.
Or maybe you want the spanking.
Nope. Nuh-uh.
Not that.
He was silent as he sat there and watched her eat the ice cream.
“Do you want some?” she asked.
“No.”
“Do you need to go do something?”
“Still trying to get rid of me?” he drawled, pulling out his phone.
She shrugged. Honestly, she wasn’t. It seemed like it was a waste of time, and deep down, she didn’t actually want to be on her own.
Plus, she was starting to feel like rubbish again.
And she still hadn’t gotten to speak to Jose yet.
“Can I see Jose?”
“Why?”
She sighed and set aside the bowl of ice cream with a yawn. It felt like she couldn’t get enough sleep.
Regent frowned at the bowl of ice cream. “You didn’t like it?”
“I do. I’m just tired.”
He nodded as his phone buzzed. “Time for your medicine.”
“You set an alarm for when I should take my medicine?”
“Of course. How else would you know when to take it?”
She shrugged. “I usually just take it when I remember to.”
“But you could overdose doing that.”
“Still alive and kicking, so I guess I’m doing all right.”
“And you think I should leave you to handle your own care?”
Yikes. There was a whole lot of disapproval in that stare. It made her squirm inside.
Because Jilly wasn’t actually a person who liked to displease people. She was kind of the opposite despite the way she’d acted this afternoon.
She didn’t know what had come over her. Confrontation wasn’t her thing. At all.
She found herself staring at his hands as he passed her the cold medicine.
Lord. He had big hands.
Tanned. Wide. His forearms were muscular.
Was there such a thing as forearm porn? Maybe she should look that up.
Although now probably wasn’t the time to do that.
Imagine how much of her ass he could cover with one smack of his hand . . .
“Jilly?”
“Huh?” She moved her gaze from his hand up to his face.
“You were away with the fairies, sweet girl.”
Lord.
Why did she feel like swooning when he called her ‘sweet girl’ in that tone?
She felt like a princess . . . as though she was special.
When she really wasn’t
“Sorry. Did you say something?”
“Take your medicine. You need to sleep. You’ve done far too much today,” he scolded. “How is your throat feeling?”
Scratchy and sore, if she was honest.
After taking the medicine and drinking the water he forced on her, she snuggled down into bed.
He drew the covers up over her. “Sleep.”
Jilly closed her eyes. She could hear him moving around as she was drifting off.
“Regent?” she whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
27
Later on that night, Regent sat in the chair and watched her sleep.
This was crazy.
Gerald was still downstairs. He should leave her here with him and go get some things done.