Page 29 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“Go get showered, tie your hair up, and put on some decent underwear,” she said, laughing.
I stomped up the stairs, grumbling that I was a fucking nineteen-year-old, nearly twenty, and could do what I wanted. I did, however, shower, put my hair up, and slip on the only decent pair of knickers and bra that I had.
“Would you like to choose my clothes?” I shouted while I stood in front of my wardrobe pondering on what to wear.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when an arm reached over to grab the one dress hanging there.
“What the fuck?” I shrieked, covering myself with my arms.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’m not looking at you.”
“Why are you in here?”
“Because your five minutes were up, and I don’t like waiting.”
“Too fucking bad,” I said.
“And I don’t like foul language,” he added, standing way too close for my liking... Or rather, it was for my liking.
I cocked my head to one side and raised my eyebrows. “What will you do about it, then?” I challenged.
“Put you over my knee and spank the shit out of you.”
He didn’t smile or smirk, and although I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, there was something that made me want to unleash all thefoul languageI could.
Then he did that thing. He rubbed the side of his eye with his middle finger. “Strike one, Ruby.”
I swallowed hard, my stomach flipped, and I wanted to cross my legs to quell the throb between my thighs.
“How many strikes do I get?” I asked, my voice husky.
“Three, no more.”
“And when I get to three?”
“You’ll see, I guess.” He handed me the dress. “Put this on, now.”
I slipped it over my head, grabbed the first pair of footwear that came to hand and a hair band. As I was following him down the stairs, I bunched my hair on topof my head. Of course, being the untamed curls that it was, it fell all over the place.
“Ah, you look nice,” Monica said.
“Thank you. I don’t know what’s happening,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“You’re going clothes shopping,” she answered. “Go, gift horse and all that,” she added with a whisper. “I’ll wait here until someone arrives.”
I sat at the bottom of the stairs and laced up my boots.
Sebastian was waiting in the car, impatiently I thought. He tapped his fingers on the centre arm rest.
“Don’t you have better things to do?” I asked as I slid in beside him. The door closed automatically.
“Yes.”
“Then why aren’t you doing it?”
“Because you need clothes.”
He said it so matter of fact. I shrugged my shoulders and settled in my seat, crossing my seatbelt over my chest.
