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aren't going anywhere. Sit down and stay that way. I'm going to go clean up."
    Rebecca watched him head toward the back room and felt a sense of relief to have a break from his disapproving eyes. She repositioned her body so the plastic on her tattoo wasn't pressing up against the back of the couch. Why hadn't she eaten something? Passing out on the tattoo chair was about as amateur as you could get.
    About twenty minutes later, Sawyer came back into the lobby, and she was feeling much better.
    "How are you feeling?" he asked. He didn't seem quite so annoyed now. Still concerned, but he didn't seem to be simmering anymore.
    "I'm good. The ringing in my ears has stopped, and my head feels normal again."
    "I have half a mind to spank you for not listening to me," he said with a stern glare.
    "What?" Was he joking? Looking at him, it didn't appear so. He sort of reminded her of Caine when he got fired up.
    "You heard me." His stare never wavered in the slightest.
    She swallowed hard, not sure what to say or how to process what he said. If she was being honest with herself, her pussy just pulsed and tingled with the threat.
    "Someone sure as hell needs to," he went on.
    "Yeah, well, there is no one in my life up to the job," she murmured. The harsh reality—that she would be going home to an empty apartment without anyone caring if she'd almost fainted today or not—set in. Having an alpha male to protect and care about her sounded pretty damn good right now. As crazy as it seemed, there was a part of her that wanted to have a man who would punish her for not putting her health first.
    Sawyer crossed his arms against his chest and repositioned his weight. "Then I guess I just got elected."
    "To spank me?" she asked. Why was she not appalled by the idea?
    "Yes," he stated simply. "But I need to hear your consent. I want to hear you say the words."
    Okay, she was going to let him spank her. Was she letting him? Or would he regardless? No… he wanted consent. She had the control—for now. She took a deep breath as she readied herself for the first step. Oh dear lord .
    "I may soon regret this, and I may be insane, but yes. I would like for you to—you know—well, you know what I'm trying to say." She couldn't say the word 'spank'. If she did, she was positive she would start giggling right then and there.
    "So you agree that you deserve a spanking?" Was he smirking? And why could he say the word and not laugh out loud?
    "Deserve?" Does a grown woman ever really deserve a spanking ?
    He nodded. "Yes, deserve. Why do you think I should spank you? Why did you just agree?"
    "Well…" She paused, and seriously thought about those words. Did she deserve a spanking? Sure, he had told her to eat and bring a snack. He'd stressed for her not to forget, and had even sent a text on the morning of the tattoo as a reminder. She'd chosen to ignore his warnings completely, and she couldn't drive home right away. It now put him out, having to babysit her, so she had messed up. She'd acted irresponsibly, she hadn't taken her safety or health into consideration, and she was imposing on Sawyer. Was that all deserving of a spanking? Maybe. "I don't know."
    She looked down at the ground and attempted to will the embarrassment away. No doubt her face was beet red right now. Being a true redhead definitely had its disadvantages sometimes. There was no way to hide it when she blushed. Did they really have to talk about it? Couldn't they just get this over with, and she could finally see what all the fuss was about?
    Sawyer walked across the room, grabbed a simple wooden chair and carried it over. He placed it in front of where she was sitting, and lowered himself into the chair without saying a word. He leaned forward and grabbed her chin with the tip of his finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.
    She locked her stare with his and found herself lost in his gaze. His eyes… Jesus, his eyes.
    "I'm not into playing little spanking games, Rebecca." He