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It clips him on the forehead and there’s an audible gasp, in stereo, that reminds me we have an audience.
The shoe hits the floor with a noisy clatter and then the silence is deafening.
I stare at the scene before me, my eyes wide with absolute horror. I’m Grace once more andoh dear god what have I done?!
In three huge strides he’s crossed the room, his face contorted with anger.
“Everyone to your stations while I deal with this one,” he grinds out.
His hand clamps around my arm with bruising force and he drags me from the changing room and through the – thankfully – empty bar.
“Hey! Stop!” I protest, dragging my bare feet in an attempt to get him to at least slow down. “Let go.”
We pass through the door markedstaff onlyand I stumble up the steps.
“I can walk,” I snap, managing to wrench myself free so I can stop and rub my aching shins. It doesn’t matter that I’m mortified and hurt, being manhandled like that was hot. And I fucking hate that I liked it. “That’s going to bruise,” I complain.
North stops climbing the stairs and turns back to stare at me. He’s virtually at the top and towering over me, all whilst looking down on me with a haughty stare. If I wasn’t so mad at him, it would make my skin tingle.
“Get up here. Now,” he grunts.
Once we reach his office, he slams the door behind me, making me jump. And then he’s in my space, crowding me and stealing my ability to think.
When he steps back, I spy a trickle of blood running down his forehead where the heel clipped him.
I bite back my horror but North immediately notices the change in my expression.
“On your knees,” he barks. I can see his hands shaking with anger and I blanch.
“What?” I must have misheard.
“You heard me. Now.”
“No.” I square my shoulders and raise my chin in defiance. “No way.”
“Do it,” his low growl is full of menace – a promise of pain – but it still makes my knees go weak.
“Or?” I snap, fully slipping back into Candy from the streets mode.
“Or you’ll lose the job that you’ve not even secured yet.”
“Why do you want me on my knees?” I ask, cocking my head and placing my hands on my hips.
“Because you acted out. In front of my staff. And now you need to be punished… On your knees, Candy.”
“It’s Grace,” I retort hotly as my skin inflames under his immovable scrutiny. I know, just know, that this man is not going to back down.
Well, neither am I.
“And you’re still not kneeling.”
“Bite me.”
“Don’t tempt me. Now kneel.” He snaps his fingers at me and I see red.
“You want me on my knees, fucking put me there yourself.”
“With pleasure.”
