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Raine awoke the next day to find herself alone in the cabin. She lay where she was for a moment, wondering if she’d dreamed up everything that had happened the night before. But as vivid images of being put over Logan’s knee and spanked came flooding back to her, she realized that she hadn’t been dreaming at all, and a fresh rush of color stained her cheeks. That bastard! she thought. If he thought she was going to put up with that, he was so wrong.
Her gaze going to the bathroom door, she listened, but didn’t hear any sound of movement inside. Perhaps he was in his studio, she thought. She listened again, but there was no sound from that room either. Maybe he was out chopping wood or something, she thought. She hoped. Because she didn’t want to see him before she left. And she was leaving, snow or no snow.
Throwing aside the blankets, she stood up and hurried to the bathroom, grabbing her bag on the way. Quickly taking off her pajamas, she pulled on her jeans and T-shirt. Though they weren’t exactly warm, they were the best she had, and with the pair of sneakers she’d luckily thought to bring with her, they were better than nothing.
Opening the door a crack, she listened to see if Logan had returned, but heard nothing except the sound of the fire crackling. Her bag in one hand, she hurried into the living room. Grabbing her jean jacket, she shrugged into it, then threw her purse and overnight bag over her shoulder. She was just heading for the door when it swung open and Logan walked in. She stared at him for a moment, and then pushed past him to reach for the doorknob.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
She swung open the door before turning to look at him. If it had been a movie, she thought, the effect would have been dramatic, but in reality, all it did was let in a gust of frigid air that made her shiver. “I’m leaving,” she told him coldly.
He snorted. “I’m not taking you anywhere until the roads are clearer.”
She lifted her chin. “I’ll walk.”
He stared at her incredulously. “Are you insane? The nearest town is five miles away. It’s a blizzard out there.”Her hand tightened on the doorknob. “I don’t care!” she snapped.
“Anything’s better than staying here with you!”
Not waiting to see what effect her words had, Raine stepped out onto the front porch and slammed the door behind her, which took some doing, considering how much wind there was. Almost immediately, however, she regretted her decision. It was snowing even harder than it had been the night before, and the clothes she had on offered no more protection than the skirt had. Knowing that she couldn’t go back inside after such a dramatic exit, however, Raine drew her coat tight about herself, hiked her bag up higher on her shoulder and started away from the cabin.
Logan stood staring at the door in disbelief. No one in their right mind would go out in a snowstorm like the one they were having, he thought, especially when they weren’t even dressed for it. The little fool was going to freeze to death. But if she were stupid enough to try to walk to town when there was a perfectly warm cabin right here, he told himself harshly, then she deserved to freeze. Which was unlikely, of course. He’d bet she’d be back in five minutes. He’d doubt she’d even make it to the end of the driveway before she came back.
Shrugging out of his coat, he hung it on the peg beside the door. The idiot woman was going out in a blizzard wearing jeans and a light jacket just because he had spanked her last night. It was obvious that everyone in Hollywood let her get away with her obnoxious behavior. But there was no way he was going to put up with it, even if she threw a tantrum by going out in the snow.
Walking into the kitchen, he checked the coffee to see if it was done. He waited a few minutes for the last of it to drip into the pot, then poured some into a mug and sipped it while he waited. The silly girl probably didn’t even know where the town was, even if she could walk five miles. She’d be back any minute now. But five minutes turned into ten, and still Raine hadn’t come back. Of its own accord, his gaze went to the unused mug he had set out for Raine, and his hand tightened around his own cup. Dammit!
Setting down the mug, he strode into the living room and grabbed his coat from the peg where he’d hung it. Slipping into it, he jerked open the door and went outside. Raine’s slim figure was nowhere in sight in the falling snow. She must be able to walk faster than he’d given her credit for. Swearing under his breath, he walked over to his Jeep, climbed inside and cranked the engine. He just prayed that she wasn’t dumb enough to stray from the road.
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"Everything about this story was fantastic! Dynamic characters, wonderful world-building, fast-paced and exciting plot, and sensational love scenes! I would recommend this book for anyone, even if you have never read erotica or BDSM stories before. This is not a typical domination story, but the love scenes are enhanced with pleasurable spanking. The heat between Cindra and Blade produces sparks each time they come together and the spankings only adds to the fire. The spankings are romantic and arousing and portrayed with honest desire. It is obvious that the spankings are for Cindra's enjoyment; she is exposed, but receptive. While a 'warmed' bottom is not my thing in real life, I can certainly say that reading about it brought some pink to my cheeks. I will be reading more from Ms. Tyler guaranteed!"
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Brooke headed down the street to Starbucks a little before four that afternoon, the agreed upon time she was supposed to meet Alex. Since the coffee shop was well within walking distance from the apartment – something else she loved about the place – it didn’t take her all that long to get there. As usual, Starbucks had a pretty good crowd going, and as she stepped inside, she scanned the room, trying to figure out which one of the men was Alex. Though a few of the men returned her glance with their own interested ones, none of them approached her. Deciding that Alex must not have gotten there yet, she took a place in line, ordered a nonfat latte, and then found a seat at a table that gave her a good view of the door.
A handful of men came in over the next ten minutes, but none of them gave the impression that they were there to meet someone. Except for the totally hot guy who was currently looking in her direction, of course, and there was no way that he could be Kaelyn’s friend, Alex. Then again, Brooke thought, he was making his way over to her table.All at once, Brooke recognized him as the man from the photos in the brochure that Kaelyn had given her to look at earlier – the guy that Brooke had thought was totally gorgeous! In person, though, he was even more handsome, and Brooke felt her pulse skip a beat as she took in his black hair, silver-gray eyes, and all-around chiseled good looks. Then there was his tall frame and well-muscled build beneath the expensive shirt and tie he was wearing. W-O-W! Brooke thought. Why hadn’t her friend told her that Alex was such a hottie?
Coming to a stop beside the table, he gave her a questioning look as he asked, “Brooke?”Robbed of speech at the velvety softness of his voice, all Brooke could do was nod. Pulling out the chair across from her, Alex gave her a smile so sexy that it had her pulse doing jumping-jacks. She decided them and there that she needed to get out more. She hadn’t had this kind of reaction to a guy since she was a teenager. But there was no denying that she had never met anyone who had attracted her this much, at least from a physical standpoint.
“I’m Alex Cunningham,” he said, holding out his hand. “Sorry I’m late, but I got hung up at work.”
Trying to calm her racing pulse, Brooke reached out and shook his proffered hand. “That’s okay,” she told him. “I got here a little early anyway.”
Alex leaned forward, his forearms on the table. “So,” he said, his silver-gray gaze meeting hers. “Kaelyn tells me that you did some modeling a few years back.”
Brooke smiled. “More than a few, but yes.”That sexy smile flashed at her again. “As attractive as you are, I’m surprised you’re not still in it.”
She took an absurd amount of pleasure in his compliment, and could only answer with a soft, “Thank you.”
“Did you mostly do runway or print work?”
“Print,” she told him, taking a sip of her latte. To be honest, she was a little surprised by the question. She hadn’t expected any real work-related questions. She would have thought that this guy would have taken in her good looks, and then bluntly asked if she liked getting spanked. But apparently he took these spanking photos very seriously. “I did it on a whim, really, more to make ends meet at the time than anything else,” she continued. “But I actually ended up enjoying it. Unfortunately, I didn’t keep up a portfolio. I hope that’s not a problem?”
He shook his head. “No, of course not. Kaelyn’s a good friend and I certainly trust her word about your experience. I don’t know how much she told you about the photo-shoots that we do, though.”
Brooke shrugged. “Not much, really,” she admitted, and then added, “Other than the...uhm...subject matter, I mean. And she showed me some brochures, too.”
Brooke hoped that didn’t sound as lame as she thought it did, but Alex merely grinned.
“The first job is a simple brochure. There will be a collage of pictures to show the type of things going on at one of the parties, real basic stuff, you know. Beyond that, I usually need a regular model for the magazine layouts that we do. The photo sets are all couples-centered, so they’re presented in a very romantic way,” he explained. “It’s mostly OTK stuff, with a few other positions thrown in if the scene calls for it, and I don’t usually use anything harsher than the paddle or hairbrush, though I’ll occasionally go with a strap if it fits better with the story we’re trying to portray.”Brooke had no idea what “O-T-K” was, but remembering Kaelyn’s suggestion to act like she knew what Alex was talking about, she nodded her head knowingly didn’t ask for a definition. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was telling her all this stuff about paddles and hairbrushes, though. Who cared what it looked like she was being spanked with? He was acting as if he were actually going to spank her! She did find it interesting that he spoke in the first-person when he referred to using them, however.
“So,” she said, absently fingering the cup in her hand. “Will I be modeling with you, then?”
Alex nodded. “If that’s okay with you?”Okay? Brooke almost laughed. This was getting better by the minute. Of course it was okay, she thought, nodding in answer to his question.He was silent for a moment. “You probably already know this, but the job does require some partial nudity,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re comfortable with that.”
Not one to usually blush, Brooke was surprised when she felt her face color. Having seen the brochure, she had known that her bottom would be bared at some point during the photo shoot, of course. She just hadn’t realized that a guy as gorgeous as Alex would be the one pulling down her panties. The thought sent a delicious shiver running through her.
“I’m fine with that,” she told him. It wouldn’t be much different from most of the lingerie modeling jobs she’d done.
Though she had an almost irresistible urge to continue their conversation, Brooke realized that she probably shouldn’t take up any more of his time. This wasn’t a date, after all. She was here getting a job, and she wanted to look professional. Though she almost had to laugh at the thought of being a professional spanking model. Making up something about another appointment she had to get to, she agreed to meet him at the photography studio the following evening. They shook hands and Brooke slowly made her way through the crowded tables to the door. As she did so, she couldn’t help but wonder if Alex was watching her bottom as she walked away. Though she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and check, she couldn’t control the impulse to put a little more wiggle into her step.
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