Page 94 of The Gilded Cuff

Where the hell are my shoes?She realized she’d crossed half the arena and would have to go back to the other side and get them. Leaning over the railing edge she watched as Fenn was helped to his feet. He was limping, leaning heavily against one of his fellow riders, but he was walking. He turned, looking over his shoulder, and his gaze fell on her. The second their eyes met she nearly fell face forward over the railing. The world seemed to go white hot inside and around her, like she’d been hit by lightning.

It took her a few more seconds to realize he was scowling at her. She couldn’t help but imagine him pulling her over his lap and spanking her. Her knees buckled and her lips parted on a breathless sigh.

Had she finally found a man who’d be strong enough for her? A real dom?

“Nice to meet you, Fenn,” she whispered. She smiled back at him, loving the way storm clouds gathered on his brow as he turned away and limped out of the arena.

“What the hell are you doing here, Hayden?”

She was grabbed by her arm and spun about. She gulped as she realized it was Wes.

“Hey Wes…”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Wes’ me! Explain what the hell is going on?”

“Um…I came here to rescue Fenn.”

Her brother was pissed, super pissed. The only comfort she had was that he was her brother and wouldn’t touch her; otherwise she’d be in real trouble.

But then again, she was already in a heap of trouble. She’d taken one look at Fenn Lockwood and she knew she was a goner.