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“Want me to call for Doc?” Aggie asked, moving closer to see her foot. “Ouch, that looks sore.”

“It’s really fine. And I definitely don’t need a doctor. I’m just going to head off. Wait, where is my other sandal?”

“Why the hell are you wearing sandals in spring?” he demanded.

“The sun is shining!” she protested.

“It’s barely sixty-one degrees outside. That’s not warm enough for sandals. You wouldn’t have been burned if you were wearing proper shoes.”

“It wouldn’t have been burned if you hadn’t bumped into me and dropped your coffee!”

“Little girl, I was not the one who bumped into you. You crashed into me.”

She gasped, her hand going to her chest dramatically. “I am not little! I am perfectly formed.”

“Hear, hear!” Aggie cheered. “We don’t all need to be built oversized and overdeveloped.”

Overdeveloped? What the heck did that mean?

“Aggie! We need you out here!” someone called out from behind the door to the bathroom.

“Coming!” She turned to him, shaking her finger. “Don’t boss the poor girl around so much. Be nice.”

Casey gave him a smug look. “Aggie said be nice. Do you know how to be nice?”

He leaned down with his hands resting on the edge of the counter. “You know how I said I could be a pain in your ass?”

“Yes.” She gave him a wary look.

“Well, I wasn’t meaning figuratively. You give me too much sass and I will put you over my knee.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“You can’t do that without my consent. That’s not safe practice.”

“And what do you know about safe practice?” he murmured.

“I know all about safe, sane, and consensual. And spanking me is not sane or consensual.”

“So you’re saying I need your consent to be in charge of your discipline?”

“Yes! But I don’t need discipline. And I won’t be giving any consent.”

“And what if you do need discipline? Because it seems to me that you need a keeper, little girl. You just seem to keep getting yourself into trouble.”

Chapter Seven

Casey gaped up at him.

He wasn’t serious right now, was he? She was constantly in trouble? He was the one that kept getting her into trouble. And there was no way that she would ever consent to him disciplining her.

And that wasn’t interest or arousal that she felt at the idea.

No. Nope. Not happening.

“I’m only in trouble because you keep getting me into trouble!” she cried.