Page 49 of Bling

Both girls grumbled but went to explore their temporary new rooms.

“I’m heading back downstairs, Doll. I’ll be right back,” Garrett said after his phone buzzed. She sat on the edge of her bed and checked her phone for messages from her father while she waited. There were none, so she set the phone aside and looked around the spacious master bedroom.

He stepped into the doorway holding fast food bags.

“I wasn’t sure what you might want, so I had Jeff get me a few things.”

“Who is Jeff?”

“My driver.”

She shook her head. How did she not know his driver’s name yet?

She pointed at the bag for a burrito place she liked. “They have the best burritos in the area. I’ll take that one.”

He laughed and handed it to her.

He leaned against the dresser and watched her as she unwrapped it to eat. “I feel like we have a lot to discuss, Isabelle.”

She had a feeling she knew the answer, but she played innocent anyway. “Like what?” she asked as she brought the steak burrito to her mouth.

“How serious were you about being my submissive outside the club?”

She blushed as she swallowed a bite of food. It wasn’t a conversation she’d pictured having with him anytime soon, but she was grateful for the distraction from everything going on. “I like being your submissive,” she said with a shrug. “But I don’t want to give up being a house submissive for Solitaire.”

Garrett frowned. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that. I’m just trying to get a feel for what to do here. The truth is, I want you to be mine. I’ve never been in this situation before, Isabelle. I don’t mind admitting that it’s tricky.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Isabelle said, putting her burrito to the side.

“Eat.” His voice was stern and commanding, but Isabelle’s stomach was in knots and she didn’t think eating was such a good idea.

“You eat, or I spank you.”

His gaze was piercing, and she dropped her head so she didn’t have to see it. She could still feel it though. “I don’t like spanking,” she muttered as she picked up her food again.

“I asked this earlier and you dodged my question. What are my two rules that can earn you a spanking, Isabelle?”

Her name on his lips sent a shudder through her.

“Blatant disrespect and putting myself in danger,” she muttered, not meeting his gaze.

“And I told you how I felt about you not eating the other day.”

She nodded and took another bite.

“If you’re going to be mine outside the club, I’m adding one more to the list of reasons I’ll spank you.”

She cringed as her mind raced through the possible rules he could impose. “What’s that, Sir?” she finally asked.

“Not communicating with me. I need to know where your head is at for this to work.”

She let her shoulders relax. That she could manage.

“Fair enough, Sir,” she whispered.

“I need to go and get some things taken care of so I can work tomorrow. We’ll talk more later, OK?”

She nodded. “OK.”

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