Scarlett Sage rose, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. And as she crossed the small distance between them, she knew the discipline she was about to receive had nothing to do with the car, and everything to do with the fact that she had never wanted to be told what to do by anyone else but him.
He removed his glasses slowly, folding them and setting them on the side table. He didn't smile. He never smiled when he was about to teach her a lesson.
Her voice was a careful whisper, laced with a performative innocence she knew he saw right through. He didn't look up from the book in his hand. Silver at his temples, glasses perched low on his nose, the picture of unshakeable calm.
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