Hot Cooking Spanker Wanted by Rachel Burns Page A

he had made. It was more than a lot, especially seeing as how we
were just two people.
    “ Just
a little. I haven't been eating much lately.”
    He
gave me a plate piled way too high. “You have lost a lot of weight
recently. Let's see if you can put it back on before you go home.”
He sat down across from me with his plate.
    “ How
long are you planning on keeping me?”
    “ Truthfully?”
He looked a little mad.
    I
nodded a bit scared.
    “ As
long as you let me.” He started eating.
    My
wheels in my head started to turn. I was feeling a little happy that
I wasn't being kept against my will. “So if I want to go home after
we eat, I could?”
    Ryan
gave me a hurt look, but he nodded.
    “ And
if I wanted to just stay here, I could do that too?” I was even
feeling a little playful.
    He
smiled and nodded again. He liked the idea of that better, I could
tell.
    I
laughed along and started eating too. We talked like old friends
mostly about how great he thought my book was. He was obsessed with
the main male character. Personally, I didn't think they had that
much in common. But it made me happy that maybe other people were
talking about my book while they enjoyed their Thanksgiving meal,
too.
    I
felt like a stuffed pig by the time he declared it was pumpkin pie
time. “I surrender. You win. I'm full. I need a break.”
    He
laughed and brought me into the living room. He flipped through the
channels until we found a film that we were both interested in. That
took awhile.
    He
sat down and laid his arm around me. I wanted to ask if we were
boyfriend and girlfriend now. Was I okay with that? I mean this guy
liked to hit, and I didn't know anything about him, and he didn't
know anything about me either.
    I
told myself to just calm down and enjoy the moment. He wasn't doing
anything odd to me just now. Once I came clean then he might
understand that I meant it when I said that I didn't want to be hit.
That it wasn't some repressed desire that I had.
    When
he announced that it was bedtime I snuggled into the couch hoping he
wouldn't think about my medicine. I wanted to stay awake and work
tonight. I could type fairly well with one hand. I always did it that
way when I ate. Maybe I could get a couple of pages in.
    Ryan
gave me a kiss on my forehead, in a very un-boyfriend like way before
he went into his room. I heard the shower start and I took the chance
to boot up my computer. It made a noise every time it started. I had
to do it now or he would hear it. I still had over five hours on my
battery. I opened it up to the right program and then hid it under
the sofa. He went to bed and left the door open. He could see the
sofa from his bed.
    I
waited for him to fall asleep before I tipped toed into the kitchen.
Talking with him about my book and helped me figure out what to write
next. I was ready and raring to go.
    I
typed ten amazing pages when the light went on in the kitchen. He
stood there in pajama bottoms. His chest was bare. He had a stomach
and chest like a male model. No wonder he was so strong. I couldn't
tell if he was mad or just curious.
    “ I
couldn't sleep so I thought I would put my energy into something
useful.”
    He
nodded, turned around and left. Was he mad or not?
    I
looked at the time. It was three A.M. so I decided to finish the
section I was working on and then go back to bed, sofa, whatever. I
would have him take me home tomorrow. That way I could work in peace
and without having to feel guilty about it. My Agent would get her
chapters and everyone would be happy with me again. It was 4:30 when
I crawled onto the sofa and fell asleep.

    Ryan
was up early the next morning. He wasn't quiet about it either. I
woke up and dragged myself up off the sofa and took a quick bath. I
dressed in the yellow and light blue dress with light blue underwear.
I braided my hair in a single long braid. This was very difficult
because of my hand, but in the end my fingers fell into the routine
of it.
    He
was sitting on