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shouldn't be allowed to exist in this day and age." She shook her head back and forth with
histrionic vehemence. "No, thank you. Not me." To Kelsey's ears, the words rang very hollow
and untrue. She couldn't only hope that they didn't sound the same way to Clint, or she could
find herself in deep trouble . . . with herself even more than with him. She was sure that she was
just being a worrywart. She sounded just find. Still, she worried about protesting too much or
too little, not wanting to alert him in the least to how she might truly feel about being taken in
hand - in his firm hands, frankly, and being made to behave.
She was just barely able to suppress the shudder that went through her at her thoughts as
she turned back to her computer.
Clint was too busy counting reps to pay too much attention to the subtler nuances going
on around him, although if this discussion continued, or got any more personal, he was going to
need to sling a towel over his hips or stand behind something to disguise his burgeoning arousal.
Besides, she was reacting just as he'd expected her to - like a true women's libber who couldn't -
wouldn't - acknowledge the natural order of things. Men were stronger and bigger - nature had
predetermined that they would be in charge of things, and one of those things was their smaller,
weaker, prettier mates. And when a man's mate disobeyed him, there was a price to pay. That
was the way it was supposed to be. Current societal norms had skewed everyone's thinking.
He tsked loudly, shaking his head as if devastated by her pronouncement. "You'd prefer
to cuddle up to a nerdy, wimpy man who's afraid of his own shadow? Pity."
Kelsey ignored him entirely. Apparently he'd never noticed that Junior - uh, Randy -
never stayed the night, and that she never slept overnight at his place, either. She wasn't about to
bring that up and give him more ammunition. No doubt he slept with every woman on the first
date or there wasn't a second, being the enlightened type that he was. Not, she thought nastily.
Suddenly incensed with the direction the conversation was going - it was getting all too
personal, as far as she was concerned, especially when it was with a man she couldn't stand - and
with the inherently sensual, sexual smell and sounds of his workout, Kelsey stood up abruptly,
shoving her chair back forcefully enough that it rolled back and smacked Clint's legs. She
grabbed her bag from where it had landed on the printer stand last night when she came in.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, pushing the chair away with one foot, not missing a beat
of his routine.
For a moment, Kelsey just stood there with her pocketbook slung over her shoulder,
unable to take her eyes off of the gleaming male animal flexing his considerable biceps in front
of her. He wasn't grossly muscular - that would have been a turn off. Instead, Clint was just
nicely defined, and so blatantly, obviously capable that her mouth - which hung open just a tad in
her hazy stupor - began to water.
Clint had to suppress a satisfied smile. It was about damned time she noticed him as a
man, and not just an adversary. Sometimes it seemed as if she looked right through him. He had
been going to try to cram his weights into his own room, trying not to crowd her too much, but
Clint decided he liked seeing her react like this to him; he thoroughly enjoyed disconcerting her
so much she just stared at him as if bewitched by the sight of him.
"See something you like?" he asked in a lazy growl.
That snapped her out of it right quick. "Of course not. I was just trying to come up with
another place that you could do all that grunting and sweating that wouldn't disturb me while I'm
writing," she sniffed, as if insulted to the core at his suggestion.
"So I disturb you?"
"You most certainly do not," she huffed, turning on her heel to flounce towards the door,
but not before he caught a good look at how red her face had gotten.
Clint dropped the barbells into their case as the jingle of her car keys as she fished them
out of her purse made a thought strike him. "Oh. That reminds me. You need to watch your
speed, Missy."
Almost to the door, Kelsey rounded on him, eyes wide and lips in an angry "o". "Ex-cuse
me?"
"You heard me. The driveway is full of your skid marks where you slam on your brakes.
If you barrel up our driveway that fast, I can't imagine that you drive any more carefully on the
road. If I hear that you've been speeding - and I will hear - you're going to get a spanking."
That trigger word made her whole body clench, but she didn't want to hear it from him.
She swore she didn't. Kelsey closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing, counting slowly -
very slowly - to ten, hoping it would keep her from throttling the annoying hulk. Without
another word - or even another glance - she left, stalking to her car and quite deliberately revving
the engine and peeling out of the driveway, spraying dirt that drummed against the kitchen wall
behind her. She sped down the bumpy path so fast and so angrily that she nearly lost control of
the car.
She didn't usually drive like that - well, not often, anyway - and as soon as she'd gotten a
little away from the house, she slowed down and even pulled over to the side of the road. Kelsey
was so frustrated with him that she was shaking, and it took several minutes for her to calm
down and continue on her way. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going - all she had meant
to do was to get away from him - but she ended up arriving at her girlfriend's house much earlier
than was expected for poker night, camping out there for the rest of the afternoon and into the
next morning.
When Clint had heard her start the car - unnecessarily loudly - then spew gravel up
against the house as she left, a smile barely flitted over his mouth.
And it wasn't a pretty sight. Not at all.
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shouldn't be allowed to exist in this day and age." She shook her head back and forth with
histrionic vehemence. "No, thank you. Not me." To Kelsey's ears, the words rang very hollow
and untrue. She couldn't only hope that they didn't sound the same way to Clint, or she could
find herself in deep trouble . . . with herself even more than with him. She was sure that she was
just being a worrywart. She sounded just find. Still, she worried about protesting too much or
too little, not wanting to alert him in the least to how she might truly feel about being taken in
hand - in his firm hands, frankly, and being made to behave.
She was just barely able to suppress the shudder that went through her at her thoughts as
she turned back to her computer.
Clint was too busy counting reps to pay too much attention to the subtler nuances going
on around him, although if this discussion continued, or got any more personal, he was going to
need to sling a towel over his hips or stand behind something to disguise his burgeoning arousal.
Besides, she was reacting just as he'd expected her to - like a true women's libber who couldn't -
wouldn't - acknowledge the natural order of things. Men were stronger and bigger - nature had
predetermined that they would be in charge of things, and one of those things was their smaller,
weaker, prettier mates. And when a man's mate disobeyed him, there was a price to pay. That
was the way it was supposed to be. Current societal norms had skewed everyone's thinking.
He tsked loudly, shaking his head as if devastated by her pronouncement. "You'd prefer
to cuddle up to a nerdy, wimpy man who's afraid of his own shadow? Pity."
Kelsey ignored him entirely. Apparently he'd never noticed that Junior - uh, Randy -
never stayed the night, and that she never slept overnight at his place, either. She wasn't about to
bring that up and give him more ammunition. No doubt he slept with every woman on the first
date or there wasn't a second, being the enlightened type that he was. Not, she thought nastily.
Suddenly incensed with the direction the conversation was going - it was getting all too
personal, as far as she was concerned, especially when it was with a man she couldn't stand - and
with the inherently sensual, sexual smell and sounds of his workout, Kelsey stood up abruptly,
shoving her chair back forcefully enough that it rolled back and smacked Clint's legs. She
grabbed her bag from where it had landed on the printer stand last night when she came in.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, pushing the chair away with one foot, not missing a beat
of his routine.
For a moment, Kelsey just stood there with her pocketbook slung over her shoulder,
unable to take her eyes off of the gleaming male animal flexing his considerable biceps in front
of her. He wasn't grossly muscular - that would have been a turn off. Instead, Clint was just
nicely defined, and so blatantly, obviously capable that her mouth - which hung open just a tad in
her hazy stupor - began to water.
Clint had to suppress a satisfied smile. It was about damned time she noticed him as a
man, and not just an adversary. Sometimes it seemed as if she looked right through him. He had
been going to try to cram his weights into his own room, trying not to crowd her too much, but
Clint decided he liked seeing her react like this to him; he thoroughly enjoyed disconcerting her
so much she just stared at him as if bewitched by the sight of him.
"See something you like?" he asked in a lazy growl.
That snapped her out of it right quick. "Of course not. I was just trying to come up with
another place that you could do all that grunting and sweating that wouldn't disturb me while I'm
writing," she sniffed, as if insulted to the core at his suggestion.
"So I disturb you?"
"You most certainly do not," she huffed, turning on her heel to flounce towards the door,
but not before he caught a good look at how red her face had gotten.
Clint dropped the barbells into their case as the jingle of her car keys as she fished them
out of her purse made a thought strike him. "Oh. That reminds me. You need to watch your
speed, Missy."
Almost to the door, Kelsey rounded on him, eyes wide and lips in an angry "o". "Ex-cuse
me?"
"You heard me. The driveway is full of your skid marks where you slam on your brakes.
If you barrel up our driveway that fast, I can't imagine that you drive any more carefully on the
road. If I hear that you've been speeding - and I will hear - you're going to get a spanking."
That trigger word made her whole body clench, but she didn't want to hear it from him.
She swore she didn't. Kelsey closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing, counting slowly -
very slowly - to ten, hoping it would keep her from throttling the annoying hulk. Without
another word - or even another glance - she left, stalking to her car and quite deliberately revving
the engine and peeling out of the driveway, spraying dirt that drummed against the kitchen wall
behind her. She sped down the bumpy path so fast and so angrily that she nearly lost control of
the car.
She didn't usually drive like that - well, not often, anyway - and as soon as she'd gotten a
little away from the house, she slowed down and even pulled over to the side of the road. Kelsey
was so frustrated with him that she was shaking, and it took several minutes for her to calm
down and continue on her way. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going - all she had meant
to do was to get away from him - but she ended up arriving at her girlfriend's house much earlier
than was expected for poker night, camping out there for the rest of the afternoon and into the
next morning.
When Clint had heard her start the car - unnecessarily loudly - then spew gravel up
against the house as she left, a smile barely flitted over his mouth.
And it wasn't a pretty sight. Not at all.
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