“Are you going to spank me?” She hated the way her voice quivered.
“I feel like that’s what you’ve earned,” Garrett said. “But if you tell me I can’t, I won’t.”
Isabelle frowned. Was he testing her resolve to be his submissive? Biting her lip, she said, “I agreed to your conditions regarding spanking.”
His gaze turned tender as he picked up her hand. “I just want you to take care of yourself and communicate with me, Isabelle. Is that so hard to understand?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Hunter’s offer was just too good to pass up, and so was yours. Not to mention, Hunter wants to help me finish my degree.”
“The hell he is. I can do that.”
Isabelle giggled and earned a glare from Garrett. “I don’t see what you’re laughing about, Doll. You’re about to get your butt spanked.”
The thought should have sobered her, but she grinned. “You just sound overprotective and jealous of Master Hunter. It makes sense for him to offer because my major in college was hospitality and hotel management. I want to own my own hotel someday.”
Garrett lifted an eyebrow as his eyes widened. “How did I not know this about you?”
“It kind of doesn’t come up at a BDSM club, Sir.”
He shook his head. “We conduct extensive background checks. I knew you went to college. I just didn’t pay attention to your major. I’m sorry, Isabelle.”
She reached for his hand again. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Sir. I, on the other hand, do. I’m sorry for not communicating very well.”
He raised a hand and motioned for the waiter to approach.
“I’m going back to my room. Send up a bottle of red wine and two steak dinners cooked medium, please.”
The waiter nodded. “Absolutely, Mr. Oliver. I’ll call the kitchen and get that started right away.”
Isabelle opened her mouth to protest, but Garrett narrowed his eyes at her. When the waiter left, he said, “If you can honestly tell me that you’ve had three full meals today, you can cancel your order. Otherwise, you’re going to eat and then we’re going to discuss how hard I’m going to spank you.”
When she didn’t open her mouth again, he nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
He slid out of the booth and held his hand out to her.
“You do know the kitchen closed almost an hour ago, right?” she asked as he led her to the elevator.
Garrett shrugged. “I’m paying a lot of money for the penthouse suite, and I tip really fucking well. They don’t mind.”
It was a mentality she would never understand, but she didn’t say anything else.
Inside the suite, one Isabelle hadn’t seen yet, Garrett dropped his bag in the closet and shed his jacket. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and waited for him to speak.
He loosened his tie and tugged it over his head, discarding it on a nearby table. Stalking toward her, he folded the cuffs until his sleeves were at his elbows.
“I believe you mentioned something about it being hot when I roll my sleeves up,” he said as he reached her.
Unable to help herself, she giggled. “I didn’t exactly mean right before you’re about to spank me, Sir.”
He gave her a half smile as he lifted a hand to cup her cheek. Dipping his head, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, causing her to whimper.
“What time were you supposed to get off?”
“Six, Sir.”
He nodded. “You can spend the night with me then.”
“If that will please you, Sir. I would love to.”
