CHAPTER 8
BRUCE
Lilly looks down bashfully at the dog, and her blushing face makes me think of spanked butt cheeks—for some unknown reason.
Damn it. The last thing I want is to turn into a spanking-obsessed billionaire cliché.
“You’re right,” she says. “Setting down the box with the toys was an oversight.”
She has a whole box of this stuff? I’ve never been this simultaneously infuriated and turned on, not even when I saw a naked woman in the crowd of Occupy Wall Street protestors years ago.
Taking a calming breath, I thrust the toy into Lilly’s tiny hand. “Make sure this never happens again.”
I would forbid her from m**********g completely, but I don’t need the HR rulebook to know that is not something that is under my control… unfortunately.
“I’m sorry,” she mutters, her face turn
