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dug out his home number? And the fact that she’d gone to the trouble bothered him.
    He found her on the couch watching the television when he entered, but she immediately turned it off and stood up to walk toward him, tugging on her fingers.
    “You’re in trouble with me, Lexi,” he told her.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    “I know,” she said, trying to appear calm.
    She’d been pacing the apartment, attempting to not freak out. She’d checked her text messages when they hung up and found Bobby had been right — he had texted her a new number several days before. It hadn’t shown up as a new message for some reason, so she hadn’t noticed it.
    Even without it, she shouldn’t have called him, though. Now he was angry and she wasn’t even sure what that meant with a guy like him. Would he be violent? Would he break up with her? Kick her out of the apartment? He had threatened a spanking if she broke his rules, would that be the worst of it? Or had that just been kinky talk?
    She fought tears now as she realized she was in way over her head. Why she thought getting mixed up with a married man, much less a mobster was a good idea was beyond her.
    Bobby looked grim but not particularly violent. He took in her tears and sighed. “Come here,” he said with a tone of resignation.
    She drew in a breath and closed the distance between them. She flinched when he reached for her, but he only drew her into his arms in an embrace. Relieved, she allowed his strength to envelope her.
    “I’m sorry,” she said into his jacket.
    He pulled away and took her chin, bending his head to catch her eyes when she didn’t look up. “Lexi. We have rules. The rules are for your safety and mine. What were you thinking calling my house?”
    She swallowed, not sure how to answer.
    “And where did you get my home number, anyway?”
    She tried to pull her chin from his hand, but his look turned forbidding and she stilled, trapped in his gaze.
    He raised his eyebrows, waiting.
    The knot in her belly tightened.
    “Lexi?”
    “I saw your ex-girlfriend at Plush. She asked me for your new number.”
    His jaw clenched. “I see. Did you give it to her?”
    “Well, no! I didn’t have it. Well, at least I didn’t realize I had it. I’m sorry, I never saw your text.”
    “Would you have given it to her if you had it?”
    She flushed, remembering how she had shown Stacy the number she had. She lifted her chin. “I wouldn’t have needed to, because...” she trailed off, realizing her argument lacked logic.
    “Because?”
    She sighed and blinked back the water brimming in her eyes. “She told me you switched cell numbers a lot and I should just call your house. She gave me the number. Then I felt like I had to reciprocate and show her the number I had.”
    “I see.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I really fucked up.”
    His face softened. “You did, yes,” he said, but he didn’t sound angry, the way he had on the phone. “I’m going to punish you for it.”
    “Okay,” she said in a small voice. She could take a spanking if that’s what it took to make it up to him.
    “Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes.”
    He followed her and watched her undress. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled off her blouse. There was nothing sexy about stripping for him this time, though her body did not get the message, her skin heating under his gaze.
    “All of them?” she croaked.
    He nodded.
    She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor, then stepped out of her panties.
    He unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops.
    She took a step backward. She had never been whipped in her life, and fear turned her hands icy.
    He grabbed both the pillows from the bed and stacked them on top of one another at the side. “Lay over these.”
    Her heart hammered in her chest, panic welling. Her feet did not move. He frowned at her, but then his expression softened, as if he registered her fear.
    “It’s okay, Lex. It’s