He wasn’t angry, but he needed to make a few things plain to her. She’d put herself in harm’s way. She could still be there. Elise’s father was a lawyer. He wouldn’t be surprised if Ally didn’t find herself being served papers in the next few weeks. They would deal with it, but things would have been infinitely simpler if she’d done as he’d asked her to.
The door locked with an audible snick.
“Macon, are you mad at me?” Now she managed a soft voice, her accent coming out like sweet syrup.
He crossed over to the closet where he knew damn well Sean kept some necessary items. By telling him to “clean up” after himself, Sean had been giving him permission to use his office for the very necessary disciplining of his submissive.
He was about to find out if she could really handle what he needed her to. Being with Allyson had made it clear to him this was absolutely what he wanted.
“No, but we’re going to have a talk about what it means to be a couple.” Ah, there it was. A nice long length of jute. He pulled it out.
Her eyes widened at the sight, but she didn’t protest. “I didn’t like the way she touched you. She didn’t have the right to kiss you.”
He unrolled the rope, getting a feel for it. “You’re right. She didn’t and I can’t tell you how good your possessiveness makes me feel, baby. I want this to work both ways. I’m never going to like another man looking at you, much less actually laying a hand on you. Take off your clothes.”
“What? I thought we were talking.”
“Yes, we’re going to talk with you naked.”
“And the rope?”
“Naked and tied up,” he clarified.
She sighed but started to work out of the T-shirt she was wearing. She dragged it over her head and folded it before unclasping the bra she really didn’t need to wear. Those breasts were two of the perkiest, prettiest things he’d ever seen. It was a shame to bind them up. “I know I lost my temper, but she kissed you.”
And that had driven his sweet girl absolutely insane. She’d been right. She really had lost her shit and now everyone at Top knew Macon had a girl who would defend his honor against all threats. “Now the pants. And I understand, but I could have handled it. I’m worried you’ve opened a nice-sized can of worms.”
She folded the jeans and stood in front of him completely naked, her hands on her hips as she glared up at him. “I’m not apologizing, Macon. She touched your leg.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle about that. He would bet she’d been more pissed about Elise’s hand on his quarter leg than she’d been about the kiss. “I understand, but it would have been better for you if you’d done as I asked. Her father is a highly litigious man. He lives for nuisance lawsuits. She’s very likely on the phone with him right now.”
She shrugged, tossing her hair back in her sassy way. “Bring it on. I seriously doubt she’s going to find it worth her while. I don’t have any money. Besides, I didn’t even hit her.”
He felt bad about explaining the full situation to her, but she needed to understand he hadn’t given the order for his health. He’d actually loved watching her go a little crazy. She’d wielded that damn umbrella like a deadly weapon. It had been satisfying to see Elise duck and run.
“Sean didn’t hit her either, but she could potentially sue Top.”
The color drained from her face. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Yes, I realize that, but I did and that’s why I requested you go into the kitchen and let me handle things. Were you worried I was going to cheat on you?”
Tears filled those perfect eyes, and it took everything he had not to scoop her up and hold her close. “No. I didn’t think you would cheat. If you were going to go with her, you would have broken it off with me first. Did I really get the restaurant in trouble?”
At least she trusted him. He was still worried she’d taken Elise’s words to heart. The woman had always known how to get under an opponent’s skin. It was her superpower. “I don’t know, but we’ll handle it. There were plenty of witnesses who will likely say you behaved in an appropriate manner, but that’s not the point. I won’t ever put my foot down