Page 6 of The Councilor

That made two of us.

A slight laugh eased from his lips and I wasn’t entirely certain the man could laugh. “Alright. We can play this one of two ways. One is that I do call security and you will be escorted out of the building.”

“The second?”

He continued to consider what he was thinking. “The second is we handle your discipline right here. Right now. My way.”

I had absolutely no clue what he was trying to tell me. I knew I was squeezing my eyebrows together and it was entirely likely I had my mouth stuck wide open. Talk about sexy as hell. “I’m sorry. I’m not following you.”

As he moved from around the edge of the desk, I was back to being certain I was going to pass out. He was huge, much bigger than my stance. And formidable as hell.

“Of course you don’t. It’s called old-fashioned corporal punishment.”

Okay, his voice was sexy as any I’d ever heard before, but this was… ridiculous. I wasn’t hearing the man correctly. I couldn’t be. If I was, he was a chauvinistic pig. I’d fought them all my life. Bastards. Now I was riled, my real personality starting to take over. I could certainly tell him who I was at this point, but why bother? He wouldn’t care or likely even believe me.

Besides, I wanted to see how far this would go.

I folded my arms, cocking out my hip as I smiled at him. “Please continue. What do you mean?”

The corners of his upper lip upturned and I was certain he was ready to toss me out. However, there was a gleam in his eyes as if he was enjoying this. “Alright. Since you insist. You bend over the edge of my desk and I’ll give you a hard spanking before I escort you out.”

I could tell seconds before a cough was coming. But I almost choked. The twisted aspect about this was he wasn’t kidding.

Not in the least.

Who did this man think he was? God?

“I beg your pardon?” I asked, my voice thankfully stronger.

“I’m serious. You do know I am. Don’t you?”

Yeah, the biggest asshole pig I’d ever met. “Sure, I do.”

“Then you know security will be here as soon as I call, the police minutes later, and your case will receive personal focus from the chief of police. Right?”

Was he kidding me now? Who threatened a well-dressed girl who just happened to be in his unlocked office early in the morning? Oh, the man was exactly the kind I couldn’t stand.

Pompous.

Arrogant.

Believing his shit didn’t stink.

Too bad he was so gorgeous.

His look became even harsher and I had to think about stepping outside ‘that girl’ mode. I swallowed and counted to five then ten, trying to yank my mind back into gear.

I could tell he was an impatient man. He cocked his head, sliding his gaze down to my cheap black heels as if criticizing me. Did I look like some homeless girl? Really?

“What’s it going to be, sunshine? I do have work to do.” Even his Russian accent, which was sultry as hell, irritated the hell out of me.

I weighed my choices and had a feeling explaining anything at this point wasn’t going to do.

“You have five seconds and I’m calling security.”

Now the bratty girl inside of me wanted to fuck with him. Hard. I cocked my head.

He looked at his watch, which cost more than the freaking building I was living in, and had the nerve to count down.

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