Page 21 of Bronson

I can’t believe I’m about to see him again. I can’t believe I’ve agreed to this.

I’ve kept an eye out for one of his visits to the home throughout the week. But if he made an appearance, I missed it. And there was no way I was asking Jane if he’d been in. That would just stir up gossip.

This will be the first time I see him since… he spanked me.

Just thinking those words has my fingers trembling as I reach out for the door handle. Before I can pull the heavy door, it flies open.

A firm grip circles around my upper arm, pulling me into the building. “Where is your coat? My God, you’re going to freeze out there. Did you seriously walk here wearing nothing but this…”

His eyes rove over my body. Returning to my face, his gaze locks on mine as he finishes his sentence. “Dress?”

I snap, “Yes. Last time I checked, the garment that I put on this morning was called a dress.”

His brow narrows at me, furious.

I gulp and try to pull my arm from his grip. He loosens it, allowing me to free myself.

I smooth down the red silk. Straightening my spine, I try to hold in the shivers that begin to rack my body.

“It’s thirty degrees out there! Are you mad?” His eyes shoot daggers at me as his fingertips reach out, pinching the fabric of my sleeve between them. Tingles danced down my bare arm where his touch grazes my skin. He sneers and says, “Flimsy little thing. There’s barely any material here. Silly girl.”

Fury burns within me. “Silly girl? I’m a grown woman and if I choose to walk down the streets of New York City without a stitch of clothing on, that’s my prerogative, and no… man… is going to tell me how to dress or what to wear⁠—”

The viselike grip returns to my arm. For the second time that week, I am being dragged off to his office. He gives me that look. The one that both infuriates me and excites me. “Keep your voice down, for God’s sake. We have customers.”

He pulls me into his office, shutting the door firmly behind us. He plops me into the chair. Standing beside me, he looms over me, demanding, “You are a silly girl. One who’d rather show off her pretty dress than take care of her health. Now. Where. Is. Your. Coat?”

My eyes lower. I stare at the desktop. What is it about this man that makes the truth flow from my lips? I whisper, “I don’t have one.”

The office is quiet. I sneak a glance at his face. His features have softened.

“No coat?”

“No… sir.”

The look on his face resembles… worry. A little pang shoots through my heart.

“No coat. Well, something will have to be done about that, won’t it?” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“You can’t spank someone for not having a coat,” I say.

The faintest hint of a smile plays at the corner of his mouth. It disappears so quickly, I wonder if I’d imagined it.

“Careful there. Do you need another taste of my belt?”

I quickly shake my head. My pussy betrays me, clenching and throbbing between my legs.

“I will ensure that you have a proper coat. And take you over my knee and give you a proper spanking, if you refuse to wear it.” Determination dances in his dark eyes.

“Oh, really?” My temper begins to dissipate. I happen to have a soft spot for men who enjoy buying gifts. And his threat has my squirming in my seat.

He leaves me, walking toward the door. Reaching over to a hook on his wall, he pulls down a long black men’s dress coat.

“Here, put this on,” he demands.

“Say please,” I say.

“Now.” The little muscle in his jaw twitches, causing me to stand to my feet. I hold my arm out for him to slide the coat onto. He helps me into the other sleeve. I shrug the coat on, pulling the abundant material around my waist. The scent of his cologne surrounds me. Musky and masculine, and expensive.