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“True, but you’ll only get cold if we stay out here.” He leaned forward, kissing the place where her hair met her forehead.

“I didn’t know you cared.” She breathed in his spicy scent, amazed at how it had remained on him despite the hot tub.

His lips twitched. “Feelings are complicated, little girl. I don’t generally approve of them.”

“Apologies for your disapproval,sir.” She lingered over the final word.

“You will be,” he quipped, moving to swat her towel-covered backside. “Once I tip you over my lap for a proper spanking.”

“Aproperspanking?” Her eyes widened. “What do you call what you gave me earlier?”

“That little penance?” he smirked. “That was nothing, little girl. Just wait until you feel the sting of my hand over a much longer period. Then you’ll know how much you have to improve to stay in my favor.”

“I’m sure I’ll do my best.” She straightened, standing her ground. Once again, she was having fun jibing with him. Kyle could be oh-so stern, but she was starting to discover the lighter version of his personality hiding underneath his expensive suit.

“I know you will.” Throwing her a wink, he pushed open the sauna’s glass door and signaled for her to pass him. “Go ahead and get settled. I’ll get us some cold water.”

She moved past his hard body. “Thank you again.”

Kyle really did think of everything, and she admitted, if only to herself, that she rather enjoyed his attention to detail. His smile broadened as he pulled the door closed and wandered the short distance to the waiting water machine.

Looking around the sauna, she identified the nearest wooden bench and perched on the edge. So much had happened since breakfast, she was struggling to keep up, but leaning back onto the wooden seat behind, she realized she had no real regrets.

Who knew what the next few days had in store? Whatever the answers, she intended to bleed as much pleasure from them as she possibly could.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Studious

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“YOU HAVE BEEN ATTENTIVEtonight.” Kyle nodded as she handed him the crystal tumbler filled with liquor. “Thank you, little girl.”

“You’re welcome, sir.” Amy grabbed the hem of her maid’s dress and faked a tiny curtsey in the middle of his wood-paneled study. The large, flickering blaze in the fireplace warmed her back as she lowered. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Among other things.

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