“A problem?”
“No, I’m just so… I, uh…”
“If there’s no problem, wife, do as I say,” he enunciated his words carefully, “or I’ll make good on my threat.” He waited, Antonia still not moving. “I said I’d punish you…” he finally reminded her. “If you want to find out graphically what that means, you’ll stay right there. If not, you’ll get that pretty bottom in the bath.”
That threat lit a fire under her motionless body, and she scurried quickly through the door at the side of the room.
Feeling a bit like Alice through the looking glass, Antonia entered a room even more startling than her husband’s chic office. The bathroom was tiled floor to the ceiling in a pattern of small black and white tiles—a style that seemed familiar, though she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen the distinctiv
