Page 28 of Taming Her

“Harshly?”

“It’s the only way.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “But now, there is one thing I must do.”

“What’s that?”

He jerked his head backward. “I need to take the patrol car back to the compound, pick up mine.”

“Oh, okay.” There it was. Her chance to escape Crazy Cottage. She’d go home, then hook up with Griff whenever she fancied a bit of rough and tough cop sex. That would do. Perhaps it was worth the spatula if she got his number in her little black book.

“You wicked brat.” He captured her chin in a tight hold.

“What?” She swallowed, her throat constricting, and avoided making eye contact.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, that you’ll slip out while I’m gone. Well, I’m telling you don’t even try to outsmart a cop, I’ve been on the job for a few years now, dealt with criminal minds that actually have a chance at being one step ahead of me, so you I can definitely handle, Ava Sontag. Finish your coffee.”

She drained the last few mouthfuls. “Why, what’s going on?”

“Do you need to pee?”

“Er, no, why?”

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

He stood and took her wrist, tugged her to standing. “This way.”

“Where are we going?” She trotted along behind him, his grip on her wrist tight and determined. “What are you doing?”

“Securing you.”

“What!” Indignation filled her. “I don’t need that, I—”

“I literally just saw the smirk on your face when I said I had to go out. A whole pile of brattish plans tumbled through your mind.” He led her swiftly up the staircase. “And the last thing I want to do is drive all the way out to your house today to haul your ass back here.”

“You don’t know where I live.”

“I do.”

“How do you know?” She was led into the bedroom. She gasped. “Oh, my God. You’ve been following me?” She tried to snatch her hand away. “I saw you… in your police car… the other night.”

“It became clear at the weekend you needed watching.”

“It’s bloody creepy, Griff. Cop or no cop, you can’t follow me, it’s stalking.”

“It’s tailing, and if you want I can file a report, detailing the dodgy comings and goings at your place, and—”

“No. No. It’s fine.” She frowned.

“It is, so end of discussion.” He tugged her to the bed. “Lie down.”

“Why?”

“Starting from now, every time you question me, you get ten hard spanks on your bare bottom. They’ll be delivered when you reach fifty, understand.”

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