Page 11 of His Princess Brat
I’d gotten the whole front of him sopping wet.
“Pita!” Bethany screeched, because of course they’d be standing together. I’d gotten her dress wet too, although it was harder to be sorry about that.
In fact, it was downright impossible.
Just the obnoxious pitch of her voice was enough to make me forget the man I’d collided with, forget this room full of people I’d barged in on, forget everything except this horrible woman and everything she epitomized about all the things I couldn’t stand about the entitled class into which I’d been born.
I snapped around. Grabbing the lengths of my long wet braids that had freed themselves from the bun I wore on the top of my head, I shook the wet onto her like a dog fresh from its bath.
I got her. Of course, I got pretty much everyone in a ten-foot radius of me too. But her horrified scream was worth it.
“Okay, okay.” The man grabbed my arm before I could tell Miss High-and-Mighty exactly what I thought of her. “Come along, let’s get you dried off.”
I was too busy glaring at Bethany to look at him, but he sounded amused. Pulled by my arm, I stumbled along beside him as he led me through the ballroom. If I wasn’t so wet and now mad, it might have been funny how everyone parted to get out of my way. Somewhat less funny was the glimpse I caught of my cousin across the room, his hand clapped to his forehead in disbelief and maybe even a little appall.
By morning, I was willing to bet the prized mare I know I’ll never get now that my mother will have heard all about this.
Crap.
“That could probably have been handled a little better,” the man said, saving both that mild scolding and the laugh in which he’d said it until we were out in the relatively empty outer hall.
“Trust me,” I grumbled, wringing out my wet hair onto the floor as we walked. “She deserved it and more.”
“It’s a good thing we don’t always get what we deserve,” the man chuckled, “or I’m pretty sure you’d be over someone’s knee right now getting your very wet bottom smacked. At the very least for being out in that weather. You’re going to catch your death.”
He was chuckling again as he said it, but that stopped me short at the bottom of the grand foyer staircase. “I beg your pardon?”
One hand on the railing, the other light on my arm, he glanced at me, smiling, his eyebrow raised. “Sorry, do they not believe in spanking naughty girls who misbehave in public here?”
My jaw dropped. Did he not know who I was? “I’m not familiar with the day-to-day customs and etiquette of Osei,” I informed him icily, “but I am a princess. Princesses do not get spanked.”
He laughed that soft, honeyed, sexy, maddening laugh again, winked at me as if it were a joke, and said, “In my book, it’s princesses who need spanking the most. They’re the ones who should know better. But don’t worry. If it were me, I might let you have an extra soft cushion to sit on while you do your naughty time in the corner.”
I was so shocked, my body had an utter meltdown. Warm and molten, just like his voice, pooling in my stomach and spilling down into places now blossoming in heated pulses that only got worse the harder I tried not to think about being taken across this teasing stranger’s knee, while his hand met my bottom in brisk, titillating slaps.
Titillating? Oh, my God, seriously? What was wrong with me?
I started walking up the stairs when he tugged my arm.
An extra soft cushion while I spent my time in the naughty corner?
My breath caught in my suddenly too tight throat.
“Where’s your room?” he asked, looking one way and then down the hall in the other.
I was so in shock, I actually led him right to it. It wasn’t until we were standing directly in front of my door that I finally recovered my dignity enough to tell him, “I’m very sorry for ruining your clothes or your night. But spanking will not be required. Not tonight or any other.”
He worked a smile and winked again. “I guess that remains to be seen. But what do you know, my room is right next door to yours.”
Startled, I followed his pointing finger some forty feet further down the hall, past a giant statue to the door of the suite to my right.
“You know where to find me should you change your mind.”
Jittery reflex shot up my legs. Ducking into my room, I quickly slammed the door.
My... my God.
A tickling, funny sensation tugged at me. Looking down, I got my second shock of the night. My nipples were hard as diamonds and the very wet of my shirt showed it.
