“What would that be?” Max’s interest was piqued. His young secretary had a curious look on her face, and he was dying to find out what was behind the gleaming eyes and trembling lips.
Rebecca was mesmerized by the moment. Did she have enough nerve to tell him? What if he thought she was horrible for even suggesting such a thing?
“What is it Rebecca?” Max prompted her. Now more out of curiosity than anything else, he waited behind his cool reserve. “What is it you’re holding back?”
“Perhaps . . .” she paused and bit her lip again, “you should spank me?”
Max’s initial reaction was surprise, an expression of amazement breaking out on his face. Yet he settled back quickly into a contemplative study of Rebecca’s guileless countenance.
“Is this what you wanted all along?” he finally
