Da-yum.Marissa Sparks was batting her huge baby blues at him, a naughty, coquettish smile on her face.She had changed into a slouchy mini-dress that fell off one shoulder.Did she know what that did to him?
He imagined she did.That was what gave her the “it factor”—the ability to produce the perfect persona for every occasion.A true actress.
He leaned down and rested his hands on the table, invading her space.“Nah, I thought we could go straight to the spanking.”
To his delight, her pupils dilated and her smile widened as if she was amenable to the idea.She waved to the seat across from her.“Have a seat.”She began to pick up several personal articles strewn about on the chair beside her, stuffing them into her purse.
“What were you doing?”
“Oh, nothing.I started organizing my purse and I got a little carried away.The prescription I took was for A.D.D, but I think it gave me a little too much focus.”
He slid into the chair, which seemed way too far away from her.“Do you have A.D.D.?”
She raised both eyebrows and gave him a “don’t be stupid” kind of look.
“Right.”
The waitress handed him a menu and took his drink order.“Did you already order?”he asked Marissa.
“I’m not eating,” she said.“Not hungry.”
“You know, at the risk of playing Daddy, I’m going to tell you that I think you need to try to get something in your stomach.You’ll need it with that pill you took, even though it took away your appetite.”
He’d been testing her with the wordDaddy, and she didn’t disappoint.Her mouth opened, the flirty smirk returning.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, looking at him from under her lashes.“What do you suggest I eat?”
His cock went rock hard.
She picked up her cup of tea and sipped it, never removing her eyes from his.
He smiled, a virile sense of power coursing through him at her acceptance of his game.He glanced at the menu.“Any dietary restrictions?”Everyone in Hollywood had a diet they followed, whether vegan, gluten free or whatever the new fad.
“I’m paleo.”
“Paleo,” he repeated, trying to remember what he knew about that diet.“Isn’t that the opposite of vegetarian?All meat?”he teased.
“No grains, no legumes, no dairy, no processed food or refined sugar.”
He winked.“Got it.You’re lucky I’m not vegan or we’d really be at odds today.”
Her lips curved into a sultry smirk.“Then you’d be giving me that spanking with my panties down.”
Oh no she didn’t.He wondered if she knew how close he was to throwing her over his knee right then and there.Now that would make a good tabloid story.
The waitress returned with his iced tea.“We’re ready to order,” he said, shooting a glance at Marissa to see how she’d take his removal of her autonomy.“Marissa will have the steak salad and I’ll try the fish tacos.”
She didn’t look annoyed.If anything, it seemed to please her, a delicate pink shading her cheeks.
“So what’s going on with you?”he asked when the waitress had left.
Her flirty bravado fell away.She dropped her eyes and stared into her cup of tea.“Are you really going to lecture me again?Because I’m not up for it.”
He believed her.She looked fragile, as if emotions bubbled just beneath the surface.Compassion outweighed playing stern.“No, I’m not,” he said gently.“You already have my opinion on the matter.”
“Right,” she said, blushing, but the teasing look returned.“I’d better show up tomorrow, on time, with my lines memorized or you’ll spank my ass.”
He wanted to keep the dominance flirtation going, but protecting his movie came first.He shook his head.“No, I should have spanked your ass two weeks ago.We’re beyond that point, and I hope you know it.One more ruined day of shooting and you’re off the project.”
