Page 5 of Daddy's Little Liar
He’d been beyond pissed when he confronted Iris. When she’d lied to his face yet again, he just snapped. The next thing he knew, she was over his knee, and he was paddling her ass harder than he’d ever spanked in his life. He didn’t even know how many swats he’d given her—eight, ten, twenty—before he snapped back to himself enough to be appalled. Never would he have considered himself to be the sort to strike a woman in anger. It was hard to regret ending his marriage, but he regretted spanking her for her infidelity.
“As I said, you were provoked, but I know she misses you.”
Water under the bridge and that bridge long burned down.
“I also don’t want to see you making a mistake with a woman who’ll hit all them knightly buttons inside you but has no intention of sticking around.”
“Warning received,” he diplomatically replied. “But I have no plans to involve myself with the nice lady who broke down on the road to town. I’m just going to fix her car.”
“You say that now.” Margo sniffed. “But I know you, young man, and I know she’s your type—blonde, pretty, injured, and in trouble.”
He couldn’t help it, he laughed. “Thank you for the call, Margo, but I have to go. I’ll take extra care, I promise.”
“Give Iris a call!”
Not a chance.
He hung up the phone, then shook his head. He didn’t have a type, but even if he did, he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself over a customer, especially not one he’d only just met.
