Page 18 of Shy Girls write it Better
“Oh!I never could get the hang of knitting.Do you do scarves, dear?Iadorehomemade scarves.”
“I’m working on a Halloween design,” she confessed, not even having to lie on that score.“I’ll make you one before the end of the month.”
“You like the holidays, then?”
“Iloveevery holiday.My family likes to gather and get as silly as we can – we all dress up.Wait!”she grabbed her second Tupperware pan, opening it up.“I’ve made some mini apple pies – sorry, they fell, so they aren’t that pretty, but have one, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Carter
Twenty minutes.The horrific show lasted twenty minutes, before his mother finally saw fit to announce she was going back to work.
The second she was out of earshot, Lucy and Cassie both burst into laughter.He glared at the former until she stopped sniggering.
“Sorry, but that was hilarious.”
“Lucinda Warner, get the fuck out of the office.It’s lunch time.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, sticking her tongue out before wisely running out the door.
He then turned to the pretty devil who, with so little effort, had turned his regimented life into an absolute chaos.
He and his mother had an understanding.She knew that he wasn’t serious with any woman because he hadn’t met any woman worth being serious about.And fucking Cassie had just shattered that understanding.She might have gone over the top to play it up, but his mother was smart.She’d read under the bullshit.She knew the girl had been joking, and she probably loved her for it.
Shit.
His personal phone vibrated in his pocket; he wasn’t surprised to find a text from his mom.
Keep her, or else!
Shit.Shit.Shit.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done,” he said slowly, enunciating each word clearly.
“Come on, your mother totally read through that,” Cassie replied, rolling her eyes.“She knew I was pulling her leg to annoy you.”
“Yes, indeed.And she also is going to get on my fucking case until I tell her we’re working on that handful of kids you’ve professed to want, Cassandra Franklin.You’re going to pay for this.”
She squirmed in response.Good.
Carter found himself smiling out of the blue.He knew just what he was going to do, and consequences be damned.There was no better way to make little Franklin pay for the situation she’d willfully created.
“Okay, I totally owe you one,” she conceded, before breaking into a monkey grin.“Worth it.”
He wiggled a brow.
“We’ll see what you say about that in a minute.”
His smile was probably wicked, now, and the woman had the sense to look worried.
“Get up.”
“What?”
“Get up.Turn around, hands on the desk.Don’t move.”
She stared at him like he’d lost his mind.He probably had.
“You’ve done your very best to make the last half an hour as uncomfortable as it could be for me, Cassie.My turn.I believed you enquired about spanking a little while ago.”
