Page 48 of Broken Daddy

What the heck?

Again, he crooked his finger, then he pointed at the floor in front of him.

Was he serious? Did he really expect her to walk over there and just stand in front of him?

Yeah. That wasn’t happening.

“I think he wants you to go talk to him,” Silla told her.

Thanks, Silla.

She hadn’t realized that.

“Not happening. I am not going over there,” she stated.

“Why?” Mac asked. “We’re quiet. You have time to chat. Or is that you think you’re gonna get your butt reddened for the prank you played on him?”

She gaped at Mac. “No! I wasn’t thinking that!” Well, she hadn’t been before he’d put the image in her mind.

But now she was having trouble thinking of anything else.

Devi could see herself over his lap; no doubt his thighs were as hard and firm as the rest of him. One of those dinnerplate sized hands would land against her ass. And she’d probably scream so loud that they’d hear her in Canada.

“Ooh, you are totally imagining that, aren’t you?” Silla asked. “You kinky monkey.”

A kinky monkey? Silla said some strange things sometimes.

“How is a monkey kinky?” Mac asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not a monkey. But I’m sure they have their ways.”

Mac shared a look with Devi, shaking his head slightly. They were used to Silla’s eccentricity by now.

“I really think you should go to him, Devi,” Silla advised. “You don’t want to make a man like that angry. I’d bet he spanks really hard. And you’ve got another shift tomorrow, right?”

“He is not spanking me,” Devi whispered. The last thing she wanted to do was go over there. But she also had a feeling that he wasn’t going to leave until he talked to her.

Damn it.

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Hayes settled in to wait.

He had no doubt that she’d come to him eventually. Mostly because he didn’t plan to leave until he’d spoken to her.

It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t come straight away. He’d have to teach her that she was to obey him immediately.

Wait.

Back that up.

All he wanted was to teach her a lesson about getting revenge on him. That her prank wouldn’t go unanswered.

He wasn’t actually sure what he could do in retaliation. All he’d come up with was making her sweat for a while about what he might do. It wasn’t his usual form of punishment.

With May, he’d always punished her as quickly as he could after her naughtiness. And the punishment would be relative to the crime.

Salt in his coffee wasn’t that bad. Putting herself in danger or lying to him would be.