Page 67 of Bound by Love
She liked that about him.
Brie licked her lips, watching him intently as those masculine hands shook the tumbler. Her body remembered well just how talented those hands were.
He poured out the second martini and, with that devilish grin, offered her the glass. “See if that doesn’t help break down your resistance, my dear.”
Brie took a tentative sip. She smiled, momentarily forgetting her role. “Oh, Sir! I’d forgotten how good your martinis taste.”
Sir winked, pretending not to hear her slip-up. “There’s nothing wrong with a strong drink to begin a memorable evening together.” He took a long sip himself and stared at her lustfully as he put his glass down on the counter.
He looked her over with open admiration. “I must say, the gown suits you. The color and style of it gives you an air of innocence, but the bare shoulders and the way the neckline accentuates your…feminine assets are enough to inspire any man.”
“You are a cad, Mr. Butler. One minute you give me the sweetest compliment, then you go and ruin it by insulting me.”
Sir picked up his glass, raising an eyebrow. “I must correct you. I only give the highest compliments. I never insult.”
She said indignantly, “Didn’t your father teach you any manners? There’s a proper way for a gentleman to address a lady.”
“My father taught me plenty of things, dear Scarlett.”
Brie’s heart fluttered. Although Scarlett would have certainly given Rhett a snappy retort, she couldn’t help flirting with him. “Such as…?”
He set her glass on the counter, saying, “He taught me to give a lady exactly what she deserves.” Sir suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard on the lips.
The intensity of the kiss took Brie by surprise, and she stumbled when he let go of her. She was legitimately dazed.
Oh, Rhett…
“As you can tell, my daddy taught me well,” he stated with a smirk, picking up her glass and handing it back to her. “Now, drink, my dear.”
Brie took it from him and sipped absently at her martini, her whole body tingling from that forceful embrace.
Sir continued to stare at her hungrily. His heated gaze only added fuel to the fire.
“You look like you could use something, Miss O’Hara,” he growled in a husky voice.
“What?” she asked, her lips curling into a playful smile.
“Come over here and find out,” he stated, taking her drink and setting it on the counter before guiding her to the loveseat.
Brie followed him, her heart racing with anticipation. She was so deep into her character, she actually felt that delicious, nervous fear of physically connecting with someone new.
Sir sat down and patted the area beside him.
As she moved to sit down, Brie thought he would kiss her again, but he surprised Brie by grabbing her bodily and throwing her over his knees.
“What is the meaning of this?” she cried in protest.
“I’m going to give you a spanking, my dear.”
His hands began traveling up the inside of her skirt.
Brie began struggling, knowing Scarlett would never allow such a thing. “Don’t you dare spank me.”
“Fair warning. If you struggle, you’re only going to make it harder on yourself.” He started tugging on her bloomers.
“Not my bare bottom!”
“Yes. I am going to spank your naked ass, and you are going to take it like a good girl.”
