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“Look at me.” Nathan hadn’t shouted, yet the command was still there. She met his eyes. “Demure doesn’t suit you. A woman’s temper doesn’t frighten me in the least.” He swallowed a mouthful of coffee, set the cup down and ran his thumb up and down the curved handle. “Especially if she’s a beautiful woman in need of a firm hand.”
Bonnie envied the coffee cup he was stroking. She eyed those hands and jealously hit hard. No doubt a man as handsome as he had had his fair share of women. How many women had been lucky enough to lie over his thighs, feel the weight of his palm? “Mr. Holt, are you implying that I need a firm hand?”
“All females need a firm hand at one time or another. Some learn from the very first spanking they received from their pa, some like to push for more.” He lowered his voice. “I’m thinking you like to push for more. Am I right?”
Smooth as melted butter. Oh, he was good, so good she may have to go home and change her bloomers. She clenched her thighs. Time for a change of subject before she really embarrassed herself. “I don’t know what you said to Mr. Fogerty, but he sure left in a hurry.”
If he noticed her evasion of the question he didn’t let on. “The man’s an idiot.”
“It was my fault. He used his fork for half the meal, then had the nerve to demand another one, saying it was dirty. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and got him another, instead I wiped it on the tablecloth and shoved it in his face. I’m doing my best to control my temper, but it’s not going all that well.”
“And why would you be doing that?” Nathan prompted.
“Mother says a man doesn’t want to come home to a temperamental wife at the end of a work day, that’s why.”
“Now, don’t go clumping us men all together. I don’t mean no disrespect, but I have to disagree with your Ma on that. Take a man’s point of view, mine anyway. Coming home to a meek, prim wife doesn’t sound like all that much fun.” Her eyes widened. He leaned forward, green eyes sparkling, one corner of his mouth curved upward. “Don’t get me wrong, losing ones temper over every little thing isn’t all that attractive, but I have my own way of dealing with short tempers. If you were my wife, you’d be over my knee and spanked hard.”
Lordy, it was getting awfully hot in here. Bonnie wasn’t sure how to reply to that remark. She ached between her legs something awful. She couldn’t focus on anything else but the image he had created in her mind. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. Do you want to know what else I think?”
A proper lady would get up and walk away, but Bonnie couldn’t move a muscle even if she wanted to. She licked her lips. “What?”
“I think you are a woman in dire need of physical correction.
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