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and sighed at the familiar smell of chocolate, as chips spilled from the
bag and bounced off the counter and floor. She expertly dotted the top of her
spoon, and plunged it into her mouth.
    “Does
your medicine include peanut butter on a spoon?” he asked in a stern voice.
    What
do you care?
    And
how do you know me so well?
    “Maybe,”
she said. She frowned, scooped some more icing onto a pretzel, and chomped into
the phone defiantly.
    “And
pretzels? Celia!” he chided.
    “I’ll
be fine!” she said. “Is this what you called about? To lecture me on my eating
habits?”
    “You
need more than a lecture on your eating habits,” he growled.
    Her
eyes squeezed shut, as her chest constricted, and her breath caught. He
wouldn’t!
    “Well,
then, scooter, better go find me a Dom to keep me in line, because I’m
thoroughly enjoying myself and in no mood to self regulate.”
    “Scooter?”
he said.
    “Yeah.
I said scooter.” She sighed. For some reason, she felt her anger rising
and she wanted to slam the phone on the counter. How could he? Was he a total
idiot? Did he have no idea how she felt about him? And why did he have
to go and be all dommy and protective? It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t take it.
But she’d die before she’d tell him. “Would dumbass be more appropriate? Or
asswipe?”
    She
could feel him getting angry on the other side of the line. “Sue me for
caring,” he snapped. “Jesus!”
    No,
Maverick. No. It’s not because you care. It’s because you care too much.
    “Sorry,”
she mumbled into the phone, suddenly repentant and feeling like a loser. “I
shouldn’t take my bad night out on you.”
    “No,
you shouldn’t,” he said crossly. “I hope you do find a Dom, a guy strong
enough to take you in hand the way you need it.”
    Her
chest tightened and she closed her eyes, but she went on. “Yeah, me too. Hey,
is that all you called for?” she asked.
    “Yeah,”
he said. “I’ll see you at seven.”
    “Bye,”
she said. He called just to see what time they were meeting? Had he completely
forgotten the fine art of text messaging? She tossed the phone on the counter,
grabbed the bag of chocolate chips, and flopped back on her couch. She tossed a
fistful of chocolate in the air, some landing in her mouth, some on her cheek,
some on the sofa cushions. And she indulged in what she knew was even worse for
her than a peanut butter-icing-pretzel-chocolate binge.
    The
door opened and Maverick stepped in. He looked stern, and serious, a scowl on
his face, though his eyes weren’t heated and angry.
    “I
thought I told you not to eat the food that will make you sick,” he chided, as
he shut the door and locked it. “If you’re stressed, or upset, you come to me,”
he said. “You don’t run to food, or sugar. That’s not good for you, and you
know it. But the real problem here, little girl, is that you disobeyed me.” He
removed his coat and hung it on the rack. He took his keys and placed them on
the hook by the door.
    He
crossed the room and sat on the couch.
    She
sat up and looked up at him, ashamed, and repentant.
    “I
know,” she said. “And I’m sorry.”
    “You
will be,” he said, as he patted his lap. “Now come here.”
    Shaking,
trembling, she pushed herself off the sofa, and lay over his knee. His large
hand rested on her lower back, before going even lower.
    “You
know I’m going to spank you for this, Celia,” he said.
    She
nodded into the sofa cushions.
    “What
do you I expect from you?” he asked, as she felt the warmth of his hand on her
bottom.
    “To
take care of myself, and to do what you say,” she responded.
    Her
phone rang again from the counter.
    She
pushed herself up, feeling drowsy from having closed her eyes and sick from the
sugar and pretzels. She took a step toward the kitchen and reached for her
phone.
    “Yeah?”
she said.
    Rodney.
    “You’ve
got some restraints we can use?” he asked.
    She
sighed. “Yep. I’ll bring