Making one last adjustment to her dress, she opened the door. She took a deep breath, and stepped forward, knowing that he was inside waiting.
He sat in an oversized red chair in the corner. To the casual observer, he looked relaxed, as if he had nothing else in the world to do. She knew better. Her class had run over, and she was late. There would be consequences.
When he saw her, he motioned her over, and pointed to his lap. She knew what he wanted, and assumed the position as his bare hand made contact with her backside.
(Written by Sherri Hayes, romance author. To purchase her books click here.)