FORTY-FOUR
Gaia's walk on the beach did little to calm the storm inside. There was plenty of anger at Jay and his staff, but underneath it she still worried about the contract. She couldn't send it without asking him, but she couldn't look at him without wanting to slap him.
Like he'd slapped her that night they spent together...
Her core muscles clenched at the thought of how hot that had been. That slight sting, tingling on her bottom, sending sparks deep inside her.
No, she didn't want to slap his backside. She wanted to slap his face.
And feel his hand on her bottom...was it simply his touch that had aroused her so much, or was it the slap itself? It's not like anyone had ever slapped her before. Not even children at school when she was little – Gaia had never attended a school
