Page 17 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
“You moved from room to room, in an attempt to get away from me.” He let out a little tut.
“I can’t walk around like this all day.”
“Why not? I’m the only person here. There’s no one else around.”
“There’s guards,” she said, trying to find a reason that would make him see sense.
“They’re at the perimeter, and in the whole two years of you being here, none of them has ever come close to the house. They have no reason to.” His gaze moved down her body, and Harper didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t appreciation.
“I thought you’d like the extra sleep,” she said.
“I would believe you, if you hadn’t tried to sneak off every single chance you got, and now, well, I don’t believe you, and I’ve got breakfast ready in the other room. You go first.”
Harper glanced down at her body, and she tried to cover herself, but each time she did, he grabbed her hands.
“Not happening,” Enzo said. “This is your punishment, unless you’d like to go over my knee, and then we could negotiate your punishment.”
“You’d spank me?” she asked, shocked.
He moved in close. “You’d enjoy it.”
At first, Harper was not going to do any such thing, because being spanked was so ... wrong. It was childish. She was not a child, and technically she hadn’t done anything wrong. However, the thought of going over Enzo’s knee and him spanking her ass, she found highly erotic. This was so wrong.
“Deal,” Harper said, and the moment she said it, she wished she could back down. This is why she needed time to think rather than just blurt anything random out of her mouth, hoping it wouldn’t get her in trouble. This was going to get her in trouble. This was not good.
“You’re wanting a spank?”
“I’m not wanting one, but if it means I can put my uniform back on...”
“Did I say you could have your uniform back on? No, an item of clothing of my choice,” he said.
Was this a game? She had no idea what was going on.
“Fine. I’ll take a spank and wear what you want,” she said. It seemed simple enough.
Enzo smiled. “You are intriguing, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer him but watched as he brushed past her and walked toward the coffee table, which he moved out of the way. He sat down on his sofa, moved forward, and then patted his lap.
“Come here.”
“You want to spank me there?” She figured it would be done bent over the desk, or simply put, she wouldn’t have to move. This was ... more personal, and it made her feel a little nervous.
“Yes, I want you over my knee. I’m sure I said that.”
Harper didn’t know if she should argue with him, because the truth was, she couldn’t remember if he said over his knee, or if she just assumed she’d be bent over the desk, seeing as she was grown woman. His knee was waiting, and she figured it wouldn’t be that bad. This was a joke. A tease.
She moved toward him, highly aware she was completely naked and there was nothing she could do about it.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, trying to be defiant. She would not cower before him, even if he was still her boss.
He grabbed her wrist, and within seconds he had her right over his knee. Harper expected to feel uncomfortable, or childish, or something. Only, none of those feelings applied, as she felt a little on cloud nine.
This was not going to be a normal spanking.
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The weight of her felt right across his thighs. Enzo had already figured she would be nervous the day after having sex. Waking up to find her gone was not a shock, but Harper attempting to hide from him had pissed him off.
