Page 86 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

Scared.

And exposed.

“Don’t test me, Anna,” he said gruffly. “I’d probably put you over my knee and slap your ass until you begged for forgiveness.”

He was joking, but…

“I might like that, too,” I said playfully.

“Fuck! I’m driving right now, Anna,” he said in a warning voice.

A shiver of awareness ran down my spine.

I actually giggled. “And you’re doing a very fine job of that. You haven’t hit a deer yet.”

It was almost dark, and the deer were everywhere, but I’d discovered that Kaleb was an expert at spotting them before they ended up right in front of his truck.

“Smartass,” he rumbled.

“That’s one of the things you like the most about me,” I informed him. “I’m not scared off by your power or your wealth.”

“Unfortunately, that’s probably true,” he admitted grudgingly.

“Then I can admit that your alpha male bossiness turns me on sometimes,” I said in a sultry voice that I knew made him crazy. “Not to mention that hot body and your very large, hard—”

“Anna!” he said dangerously. “You’ll pay for this later.”

“I know,” I said boldly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He let the curse words fly as he turned into the driveway.

I smiled, but I knew I wasn’t going to be laughing about this later.

He’d make me pay in the most erotic ways possible, and I’d love every moment of it.

He stopped in the driveway instead of pulling into the garage.

We got out of the truck and Kaleb took my hand. “I want to show you something before we go in.”

I followed him curiously as we walked toward the barn.

He took me into a space I’d never seen before or explored.

“My woodworking shop that I never used,” he explained as he flipped the lights on.

He led me across the room and stopped in front of a beautiful, handmade table.

There were things about it that reminded me of the table he’d made at the cabin, but it was also completely unique.

“You need a coffee table in your music room, next to your piano. I know you won’t put your coffee on the piano. I thought this might work.”

I was touched because he actually remembered me saying that I wouldn’t put my coffee on that beautiful grand piano. I was afraid I’d knock it over and end up with coffee streaming everywhere over and into that gorgeous instrument.

I ran my free hand over the smooth surface of the beautiful creation.

It was round, just high enough to work next to the piano, and it had my name carved into the wood, along with some carefully constructed musical notes.

He’d stained it light gray with purple accents that were distressed and blended into the design very subtly and perfectly.

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