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he
actually said what was on his mind rather than blowing smoke up her ass like
everyone else did.
    “Nothing, I guess,” she smiled to
herself and restrained a giggle. She really was tired. With the motion of the
car, and the feeling of security Miles gave her, she was soon dozing off.
    It felt like only a minute later
that he was shaking her awake. “Miss Raine... Miss Raine, we're home.”
    Cash's eyes fluttered open and she
looked into Miles' face. “Damn,” she said. “You look tired, you should get some
rest.”
    He almost smiled as he moved back
out of her personal space. “I'll sleep when you're asleep.”
    She stretched. “Why?”
    “Because I can't do much for you if
I'm asleep and you're running around town.”
    Cash couldn't help the grin that
rose to her face. So he was trying to get her to bed, probably because he
wanted to go to bed himself. And there would be nothing to stop her sneaking
out later. The idea of sneaking out of her own hotel room gave her another little
frisson of excitement.
    “Well,” she said, sliding toward
the car door. “I suppose you have to go off duty sometime.”
    “Miss Raine.”
    His deep voice made her turn her
head back to him. “Yeah?”
    He fixed her with one of those
looks that was hard to tear her eyes away from. “I take my job very seriously,
Miss Raine. I know there are security companies who will pick you up and drop
you off and call it a day, but that isn't the role I'm playing here. Do you
understand?”
    She cocked her head, trying to work
out if he was angry. He didn't seem angry, just stern and serious. Something in
his gaze made her squirm on the seat. She felt warm and prickly for a reason
she couldn't quite place. Guilt. That was it, he was making her feel guilty for
even having considered sneaking out – but how had he known? Was he some kind of
mind reader?
    “And if I do want some time on my
own? What if I have a date? Will you be lurking in the closet?” She'd meant to
sound teasing, but she sounded a little petulant, a little churlish.
    “Not the closet. I prefer the crawl
space,” Miles deadpanned.
    She laughed and the tension was
broken. Still, for a reason she couldn't quite explain, she felt a nervous
tingle as she slipped out of the limo and into the quiet of the night. The
hotel had a secure entrance for personages of her stature so there were no
screaming fans when she disembarked. Miles exited the limo behind her and for a
moment she felt him as just a presence in the night, tall, strong, comforting.
    “Are you ready to retire for the evening,
Miss Raine?”
    “Retire for the evening,” she
repeated his words. “You mean go to bed?” She turned and looked up at him with
a playful smile on her face. “It's been a long time since anyone sent me to
bed.”
    “I'm not sending you to bed...
yet,” he said, giving her another one of those stern looks. He seemed to have
an infinite supply of them.
    She gave him an arch look as she
replied. “Does that imply you will? Without dinner? Or with a spanking?”
    He looked down at her and spoke
quite matter of factly. “Miss Raine, though you are undeniably in need of a
spanking, for the moment I think it best if you take yourself to bed before it
becomes a necessity this evening.”
    The flirtatious grin froze on her
face. “W... what?”
    “I said I think you should go to
bed.”
    “Before that...”
    She thought he might back down from
what he'd said, but he repeated it without hesitation and with elaboration.
“You're in great need of a good spanking, Miss Raine.”
    “But...” her face contorted, “I'm
practically perfect! I don't have any DUI's, the paparazzi don't take pictures
of me without my panties on...”
    “That's a very low bar you're
setting yourself, Miss Raine,” he interrupted. “But just because you're not in
the last few inches of a downward spiral, it doesn't mean you couldn't do with
a spanking. Discipline isn't always about punishment.”
    Cash didn't