"It's-it's cold. I don't want to get in the water," I protested—halfheartedly, I must confess. All my insides were currently screaming Yes! in falsetto. Because when a man who looks like that and sounds like that tells you to get over here, you get over there, no questions asked. Still, it didn't mean I had to make it easy for him.
"This is not a negotiation, Princess. Get over here, or I will come and get you. One of these two options will end with a spank on your ass, but I am going to feel your heat on my tongue either way." He leaned back and smiled. "Your choice, Princess."
My cheeks warmed at his words. Wait. He's bluffing. He wouldn't—right?
"I am not jesting, Princess," he deadpanned, reading my thoughts. Right. The forest seemed to hold its breath as I made my decision. Varul w
