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desire not to test his patience since she feared he had very little patience to spare! She used the elevator and when he opened the door to his suite for her she was stunned to see how much nicer his rooms were than hers!
    "This will be your bedroom, Megan," Montague told her as he held open a door to another room for her. "There is a lock on your door, and it won't insult me if you use it. I would lecture my little sister if she didn't use a lock in a situation such as this. Have you let someone know where you are and that you are now working for me?"
    "Yes, my Dad called, and I informed him and Mom of my change in employment."
    "Were they dismayed?" he asked, grinning boyishly.
    "They were. Mom wants me to move home, get pregnant and have lots of children."
    "That sounds familiar," Montague said with a rueful smile. "My parents are constantly badgering me about marriage and children, and carrying on the family name. I feel like that is the only reason they talk to me. I am their only son and the Montague line will die if I don't produce a male heir."
    "You don't have a girlfriend, or a fiancee?" Megan asked, making sure of her facts. She was very attracted to the handsome man, and she was sure she would find it heartbreaking if she suddenly learned he was attached to another woman.
    "No, there is no one." She smiled.
    "And you, Megan? Is there anyone in your life I should know of? I don't want some jealous boyfriend coming up on stage and punching me in the nose."
    "No, there is no one at all," she answered truthfully. She put her belongings in her bedroom, and this room put the other one to shame. It was decorated in subtle tones of green and ivory, with punches of rose to add color. The bed was huge, and there were so many pillows that they covered almost the entire surface. The carpet in the room was so soft her shoes sunk into it every time she took a step. She had her own flat screen television and a small refrigerator in case she thought it too arduous to walk into the main room of the suite and find something to eat. Her closet was spacious, and when she opened the doors and walked inside, she immediately found the costumes that Montague was certain would fit her. The one that really captured her attention was a deep emerald green, and it sparkled when the light hit it. She slipped off her clothing and quickly tried on the dress. Just as Montague predicted, it fit her well, except for the length. She quickly and expertly pinned up the hem.
    "What is taking so long, Megan?" a masculine voice growled outside the door just seconds before it flew open. "I hate waiting. Are you decent?"
    "Yes, I am, which does not mean I appreciate your walking in on me."
    "You are in my employ, young lady."
    "I am hemming my dress," she explained.
    He took it from her hand. "What you are wearing is good enough to practice in, so let's get started.
    An hour later he was frustrated with her, and she was growing angry with him. Nothing she did pleased him, and he kept telling her, "No, no, NO!"
    "Stop yelling at me, Montague! If you would slow down and explain exactly what it is that you are trying to do, I might be able to do what you expect of me!"
    "Very well. I will explain once more," he said in pained tones." She listened intently, but messed up the trick once again. "You are doing this on purpose, young lady! You are testing me to see what I will do, so I will put an end to this by showing you exactly how I deal with little brats."
    Megan was in shock when he took her by the arm and pulled her over to the sofa. He took a seat and in the next moment, he pulled her facedown over his lap and he started spanking. "Stop this at once!"
    Montague ignored her. "You went out of your way to earn this spanking, young lady, and you will have it! Maybe by the time I am done, you will find it easier to concentrate on your part and stop making it more difficult than it is."
    "I am trying, and this won't prove anything because I quit!"
    "You can't