He clenched his hand around the handle of his bag. Fuck. Calm down.
The door opened and a familiar head of blonde hair entered. She wore a long black jacket. He hated black on her. How could that be her favorite color? He also hated those goddamn outfits she wore. Which is why he’d done a bit of shopping this week.
Rushing over, she came to a stop in front of him, just shy of touching him. She was still more comfortable touching him when in Little space.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Sir,” she said almost breathless. Had she run to get here?
She was slightly flushed. Worry filled her eyes.
“Everything okay?”
“Ahh, yes. I just…I ran into a few problems getting here.”
He gave a nod. “We need to exchange phone numbers so you can let me know if you’re running late.”
And for other reasons.
She bit her lower lip.
A sure sign that something he’d said worried her.
“Relax,” he told her. He pulled her lower lip from between her teeth. “If you don’t want to give me your number, you don’t have to.”
Coldness filled him. Obviously, the feelings he’d started to develop for her weren’t reciprocated. Fuck. He couldn’t blame her if she wasn’t on the same page as him, it wasn’t like they’d talked about this. So how was she to know how he felt?
Yeah, good move, idiot.
“We can just keep this to play at the club, although I’d appreciate you calling the front desk if you’re going to be late or can’t make it. I do have other things to do.”
She winced and he cursed himself. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh. What was wrong with him? Were his feelings hurt?
Jesus.
He took a step back, letting her go. This was likely a good thing. They should have established boundaries for this…whatever this was between them at the beginning.
Then there would be no misunderstandings.
“No, it’s not that.” She reached out and grasped hold of his wrist. He stilled, not wanting to scare her off. “I’m sorry. I want to give you my number but my phone had a bit of an accident today. It’s part of the reason I was late. Could you…could you write down your number for me and I’ll text you once I get it sorted?”
He relaxed. That tight ball in his gut unraveled.
“Of course, brown eyes.”
She smiled up at him. “I’m really sorry I was late.”
“Hmm, might have to punish you for that.”
Her eyes widened. “A spanking?”
There was a note of interest in her voice. She’d been pretty much a model sub since that first spanking he’d given her.
But did she want a spanking?
“I think we need to have a bit of a chat,” he murmured. “I’m thinking that maybe you weren’t completely honest after your last spanking.”
“W-what do you mean?”
He leaned in, brushing his mouth against her ear. “Does my button want a spanking? Hmm? Does she want to be taken over Daddy’s knee and punished? Does she need it?”