Chapter Five
Felicity knocked on Grant’s door exactly seventeen minutes from the moment he left her with this latest command.
“You’re late,” he said.
“Not hardly,” she protested, looking at her watch. “What did you expect?”
“I expected you on time this morning, and I expected you to have slept alone, and at least while you’re in Switzerland, I expected you to follow my orders.”
“That’s a lot to expect from a sassy b***h like me,” she retorted as she entered his room.
“I suppose it is,” he replied tersely.
They sat side by side on his couch reviewing the papers on the coffee table, Grant as prickly as ice, Felicity angry. After several minutes of stilted conversation, she turned to him. “Why don’t you just spank my ass, that’s what you want to do, isn’t it?”
“I don’t need to be con
