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it.”
    She didn’t know what to say to that. It sounded like a bunch of nonsense to her, and she shifted in her chair, still tugging at her captive fingers. Of course if she allowed herself to become submissive to him she would be powerless. That was how it worked, in her experience.
    “Now be a good girl and answer my question and maybe I’ll let you have your hands back. Have you slept with any of the men you’ve dated since you left your family?” Still calm, still almost mild, but with a core of steel she was only just beginning to realize she was going to come up against.
    She sensed that he would sit there with her all night, if necessary, to get her to comply with his wishes. Sighing impatiently, she said, “No, all right? Are you happy?”
    He brought the backs of her fingers to his mouth and kissed each of them lightly, then released them. She felt almost bereft without his warmth, and promptly crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him angrily.
    “Infinitely.”
    A mere flick of his fingers had the waitress producing the dessert menu, and he insisted that Lita join him in ordering something. But she fussed and fidgeted, citing weight concerns. With that, Brandt reached over and plucked the menu from her hands, saying to the over eager girl that hovered at his elbow, “My lady will have the mud pie, and I’ll have the chocolate cake. And would you bring us two cups of coffee to go with that, please?” He turned a full watt smile on the girl, and she just about melted in front of them before scurrying away to do his bidding.
    Lita, who had been unimpressed with the mostly female wait staff’s fawning attentions to her date, had resumed her position with her arms crossed over her chest.
    When they had been served their enormous desserts and coffee, he took a spoonful of his own and offered it to her, asking, “So, did you not sleep with them because they didn’t offer, or because you weren’t turned on by any of them?”
    The Mile High Chocolate Cake here was rumored to be heaven on a spoon, and, since she’d always had a weakness for sweets, she was unable to keep herself from reaching out to grab for the spoon he was offering. But he wouldn’t give it to her, intending to feed her from it himself.
    As much as she wanted it, she almost balked; then leaned down and snatched it into her mouth, feeling sinfully decadent in doing so, knowing she was headed straight to hell for her indulgence on both levels.
    The next thing she knew, right when she was trying to resume her angry stance, he was leaning towards her with his mouth open, wanting her to feed him some of her own dessert. How could she refuse a face like that? It was entirely beyond her to do so, and she fed a man from her own plate – her own spoon – for the first time in her life. And she loved it. So much so that she found she could no longer act as annoyed as she was. He had charmed her out of it, somehow, blast him.
    He issued a softly scolding, “Lita,” to remind her that he had asked her a question that she was obviously trying to avoid answering.
    And he was trying to avoid watching her diligently licking her spoon like a cat with a particularly luscious bowl of cream.
    Instead of pressing her about his first question, he introduced another. “Were you spanked as a child?”
    It threw her off guard, so she answered automatically, “Yes.”
    He had suspected as much. “Good. Then you’ll be at least somewhat familiar with what I mean when I say that, if you don’t answer me – truthfully – by the time I count to five then when we get back to my truck, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you.”
    Her eyes went round, and he saw her breath catch, and he knew she was trying to judge whether or not he was serious about the threat. “One.”
    Wider still, so that she looked as if he had confessed that he was a vampire.
    “Two.”
    “No – you – I – you can’t do this – that – to me!”
    Almost