“Speaking of this morning..” he trails off, setting the file aside for a moment. “What did you do to Raelynn?”
“Nothing,” I shrug.
“I saw her this morning, that poor girl was so stunned she didn't even hear me calling her.”
“And you’re concerned because?”
“No reason,” he counters. “I’m just curious about what happened.”
“She snuck into my library, and I warned her not to go in there again.” I simply say, sparing him the details of how I spanked her so hard she forgot how to count, and I nearly came in my pants when I heard her moan. Or was that my imagination?
His eyebrows knitt together. “What business does she have in the library? No offence, but she’s not exactly scholastic.”
“She’s not an i***t,” I snap.
Vincent raises his hands in defeat. “Didn’t say she wasn’t, but….oh,” his
