Page 35 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“Apparently you want a very hard spanking,” he declared, stopping in front of the manor and staring at her. “It seems you still have a lot to learn.”

“I know, and I can’t wait for you to teach me.”

“Remember you said that. Now move your hand or I’ll introduce you to a British Dominant’s favorite implement.”

“Which is what?”

“The cane!”

“That sounds nasty,” she remarked, but without moving her hand.

“Phoebe, this is your last warning. One-two—”

“Okay, okay,” she exclaimed with a giggle, jerking her hand away.

“Here comes Peter. Now behave. You’re already going to get two strokes so—”

“Why?”

“You made it necessary for me to count, and I reached two before you removed your hand.”

“But—”

“As I said, you still have a lot to learn,” he said sharply, then quickly climbed from the car and walked up to meet Peter.

“Donovan, welcome back,” Lord Hawthorn exclaimed. “Where’s Phoebe?”

“She’s coming,” he replied, turning around to see her getting out of the Mercedes. “She just received some news and needed a moment to digest it.”

“Nothing serious I hope.”

“Oh no, just a bit of surprise. So, did you have any luck?”

“I certainly did. Shall we go inside and discuss the details? I’m sure you’d like a cup of tea after your long drive.”

“I would. I’m learning to live on the stuff,” Donovan replied with a chuckle. “I’ll probably end up addicted. Phoebe, we’re going inside for some—”

“Tea and scones,” she exclaimed as she joined them and grinning as she spoke.

“I believe Mrs. Maple, that’s our cook, has almost finished preparing lunch. We can’t really talk about what we’ll be doing at the table, so we can have a cup of tea in the library while we’re waiting. I’m afraid if she adds a plate of her scones I’d be tempted to eat them all.”

“And I’d fight you for them,” Phoebe declared. “They’re so much better than what we call scones back in the states.”

“Indeed. Please, after you.”

“How soon will the package arrive,” Donovan asked as they walked into the house.

“Not until tomorrow. Apparently it’s been in storage. But I’ll explain everything to you once when we’re able to talk properly.”

* * *

Ari was a patient man. It was part of his training. He rarely became frustrated and knew how to keep a cool head, but he was confounded. After driving around London for a good twenty-minutes before finally entering the motorway, Donovan was returning to Hawthorne Hall as if he had all the time in the world. The BMW was a speed machine, yet it was being driven as though there was a near-sighted old lady behind the wheel.

He suddenly spotted the SUV’s blinking turn signal.

It was exiting.

Again Ari was confused.

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