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I reach out before she finishes her sentence and pull her hard against me and growl into her startled face, “Speak like a lady in my company and I will treat you like one. Curse me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days.”
Her eyes widen in shock and I growl, “I’m a reasonable man my little wildcat but I have my limits and calling me names is a sure-fire way to test my patience. So, can the language because filthy mouths have a much better use for women who offend me.”
I push her back and the shock on her face tells me my message has hit home and the way she edges away from me causes me more satisfaction than she will ever know. Yes, most of the time I am agreeable but anger me in any way and I’m the biggest bastard she will ever meet. I don’t make empty promises either and she will be brought in line to act as I expect, or she will soon discover just what a bastard I can be.
CHAPTER 9
POLLY
Ihate this arrogant asshole with every fiber of my being. Why did I kiss a man like him? It’s only increased his over-inflated opinion of himself and he believes he has me right where he wants me. I am so done with him and his stupid demands and I sit silently fuming as I plot how I can murder him without being sent to prison.
Spank me. What the hell. I’m not a child and it’s illegal, anyway. How dare he threaten me with physical harm? In my own driveway and probably in my own home, too. What the actual hell? Surely I can say what I like in my own home, but he obviously believes otherwise.
As we speed through the countryside, I’m surprised when my phone rings and without looking at him, I answer it.
“Polly speaking, how may I help you?”
His soft laugh infuriates me still further and my heart sinks when I register the automated tones of a spam call.
Rather than cut it, I say loudly, “Oh, hi, Sam, I missed you today.”
I turn away as if I’m having a private conversation and lower my voice.
“I’m sorry babe, I wish you were here too. It won’t be for long.”
I laugh softly and whisper, “I love you, too. Why don’t you come to meet me and I’ll show you how much?”
I giggle as if I’m embarrassed and turn further into the window and groan. “Stop, that’s not fair.”
The dial tone tells me the recording has stopped and I giggle and whisper, “I’ll FaceTime you later when I’m in bed.”
I pretend to blow kisses down the phone and cut the call, trying desperately not to laugh and just place the phone in my bag and stare out of the window.
A few minutes later, Valentin says with amusement. “Do you answer all your cold calls that way?”
My heart drops, but I shrug. “I’m not sure what you mean. That was my lover, um, Sam.”
“Your lover.”
He sounds amused.
“Tell me about him.”
“No.”
I throw him my death glare and hate how smug he looks and then he leans forward and pulls my face toward his and whispers, “Your only lover is the vibrator you keep in a box under your bed.”
“Excuse me.” The fact he’s right doesn’t escape me and I gasp, “You’ve been in my home.”
He leans back, a smug expression on his handsome face that I want to smash in with my phone.
“I told you. I know everything about you Polly and I also know you like to play games.”
“What games?”
He nods toward the phone. “Dangerous games, malyshka. Hearing you talk dirty has only increased my interest.”
“Then you can keep your interest. I’m not, um, well, interested.”