Chapter Five
There was simply no way to get Max Burton from her mind. Every minute of every day, she seethed, and fumed, and thought of him; but with all the emotion in her flying willy nilly, the one constant obsessive truth was—the whole damned incident turned her on!
As much as she wanted to forget her ridiculous scheme, forget Max Burton, and getting spanked, and the hundreds of flighty fantasies that had fueled this desperate effort, she had little power to push her obsession away.
The following Friday, at five o’clock sharp, she prematurely locked her shop doors and pulled down the shades. Going directly to her apartment, she stared for some minutes before the contents of her closet, carefully contemplating exactly what it was that Max Burton would want her to wear. Without unde
