"Elle? You getting changed? You need some help?" Saber asked.
"Yes!"
"Yes, you need some help?"
"No!" she cried out. Then the door opened and she glared up at Saber. "I'm getting dressed. I don't need help."
She slammed the door in his face. Something Saber wasn't used to. The other man turned and winked at Gomez. "And that's how we get to the real Elle."
"By annoying her until she starts getting sassy?"
"Nothing wrong with throwing a bit of sass. Means she feels safe to do so. And if she throws too much sass at us or she's not doing what she's told when it comes to the important stuff, well, that's just a reason to tan her hide, isn't it?"
Hmm, the idea of turning Elle over his knee . . . of pulling up the T-shirt she was wearing and pulling down her pants and panties before s*****
