Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

He shook his head.

“Well, why not?” she asked with exasperation.

“Because if I’m working for Black-Gray, then I can’t kiss you. Or spank you.” With a wink, he turned and left, leaving her slightly breathless and light-headed.

He wanted to kiss her.

And spank her.

Oh, boy, she was in trouble.

Chapter Seven

Reagan pulled into the parking spot outside her apartment that Friday night. She looked over at Tiny as he studied the small parking lot. She knew better than to leave the car before he’d come around for her.

Even though she knew he was just doing his job, she was surprised by what a gentleman he could be. He didn’t look like a gentleman. She’d overheard one of her colleagues at work call him a thug. She hadn’t liked that description. Tiny wasn’t a thug. He might be built like a boxer, but he wasn’t a brute.

He was surprisingly easy to live with. He never made fun of her quirks or acted as though she annoyed him.

But the fact that he was such a gentleman was also extremely frustrating. The sexual tension between them had almost reached its boiling point—at least for her—and he hadn’t made a single move.

Maybe he’d changed his mind, and he no longer wanted to kiss and spank her. Maybe she’d put him off after living with her for the last few days.

Tiny came around and opened her door. “You okay?”

“Sure, just thinking about some stuff from work.” Having him in the office was distracting, she’d finally had to ask him to wait in Tara’s office so she could actually get some work done. She felt guilty about wasting his time. Especially as nothing had happened since she’d received the note.

“Do you think the intruder has given up?” she asked as they walked up the stairs to her apartment.

“No.”

She sighed, and he wrapped his large hand around the nape of her neck. “I’ll make dinner while you bathe.”

“Thanks. We work pretty well together, don’t you…” she came to a sudden stop, her words trailing off as she saw a huge flower arrangement on the floor in front of her door.

Tiny must have seen too as he grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her to a stop.

“Wait here.”

She bit back her protest. He was the professional. Still, she watched anxiously as he approached the door to her apartment, pulling out his gun and holding it against his leg. He avoided the flower arrangement and studied the door.

When he unlocked and opened the door, she swore her heart almost stopped. But nothing happened. No bogeyman jumped out to attack him.

Tiny looked over at her and held his hand up.

She guessed that meant she was supposed to stay there. She nodded, and he disappeared inside. Seconds ticked by slowly as she waited for him to reappear. When he finally did, she let out the breath she’d been holding in, and leaned against the wall weakly.

Tiny turned his attention to the flowers. Reagan ignored her shaking limbs and walked over to him.

“Is there a note?”

He glanced up and frowned at her. She bit her lip at his fierce gaze. The gentleman was gone. The warrior had taken over.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No,” she whispered.

“That’s ten.”