“Well, the reason is I have this burning desire.”
“Desire? Or need?”
It felt as though he had a scalpel in my mind dissecting my thoughts.
“I’m not sure what you call it,” I hedged.
“Sure you do, Tessa,” he said. His voice became stern, more detached and cold then he’d been before. “If you expect me to correct your misbehavior, I need to know what crimes you’ve committed.”
“I said nothing about crimes,” I jumped in.
He looked at me annoyed. “I’m afraid, Miss Starling, that you don’t understand my purpose in discipline. It’s not for a lark, some easy s****l escapade as it must have been with your boyfriend. If you think that, then you might as well leave now. But if you’re here to be reprimanded and duly chastened for your wanton and indecent behavior, then we can continue.”
“How wo
