Page 36 of Under Daddy's Spell

In shock, she gazed up at him as she processed all that she felt. Breathless, tingling in more than her bottom, and, unbelievably turned on. Shouldn’t she also feel outraged?

“That’s what happens if my girl misbehaves, except her skirt goes up and her panties come down. Then she feels the sting of my palm on her bare bottom, and I don’t stop until the lesson I aim to teach her has sunk in.”

Speechless, her mouth dropped open.

“Has it sunk in, Tessa?”

“I can’t believe you did that!” she exclaimed when she regained her voice. “Who do you think you are?” she demanded as her shock receded and the outrage, which was slow in coming, finally arrived.

Jordan ignored it and went right on bossing. “Watch for an HVAC repairman. Next time we talk, we’ll know the problem we have to deal with.” With his arrogant proclamation delivered, he turned to leave.

Mad enough to spit, she called after him, not caring who might hear. “If that’s a sample of how you treatyour girl, I feel sorry for any woman who ends up with you, you great big manhandling brute!”

He stopped and turned. “Perhaps you need another six?”

Her hands flew protectively to her bottom. “You wouldn’t!”

Gone was the anger replaced by that damned annoying half smile.“That’s where you’re wrong, baby girl, since I just did.” His gazed dropped to her mouth as he moved closer. “What if I kissed you until you couldn’t think straight, or argue? What kind of lesson would that teach?”

“Don’t you dare!” Tessa ordered, retreating.

She didn’t have far to go with a wall of books behind her. He caged her between it and his body again. When his head dipped to hers, she jerked away, and her head connected hard with a shelf. The loud crack echoed through the store.

Jordan winced as he straightened. “That sounded like it hurt. Are you okay?”

“I will be once you leave,” she said sharply as she rubbed her sore scalp.

The same blond brow arched, but there was nothing halfway about his grin. “I’m going, but don’t think we’re done here. I’ll try to get a man out today. We’ll talk more after that.”

This time, when he turned, he strode down the aisle, past a gape-mouthed Angie. ?

Equally stunned and outraged, Tessa moved to the center aisle and watched as his long legs carried him quickly through the door and past the windows, out of sight. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing her tingling rear end, but she wasn’t sure how much Angie had seen, and she sure didn’t want to give that away. What she couldn’t figure out was why she hadn’t screamed the roof down when the big, sexy brute had manhandled her so.

Instead of soothing the sting of her freshly spanked derriere, Tessa raised a trembling hand to her lips. Although untouched except by the warm brush of his breath, they tingled as though he had kissed her. Other places had erupted in tingles, too, like her nipples, now so hard they ached, and the suddenly wet place between her legs.

Jordan was hot. Anyone with two working eyes could see that, but she tried not to think of him in that way after their last encounter. And, glory be, no man had had the unmitigated gall to dare spank her before—ever, in her life!

“Tess, are you okay?”

Her head snapped around toward Angie, who stood staring at her with concern.

“Yeah,” she replied, moving toward the front. “He found my homemade fix for the A/C and didn’t appreciate it much.”

“I thought the coolness was too good to be true.”

“He thinks the thermostat might be bad, or a host of other problems.”

“Huh,” she said, her eyes going to their thermometer, which had already climbed a degree. “That could very well be, which is hardly his fault. You know, I haven’t heard the head-banging heavy metal blaring in several days, and our designated parking has been free for our customers more often than not in the past week. Maybe he’s truly trying to stick to your deal.”

“You didn’t see him stalking around like a Neanderthal!”

“Tempers rise with the heat. We know that after that week we had.”

“And with my diverter gone,” Tessa exclaimed, “we’ll be back there in a few hours.”?

“Maybe you should try calling some of those repair services again.”

“Don’t you think I have?” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Jordan’s on it now. Let’s see if Mr. Testosterone can do any better.”

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