He should have spanked her and left. He shouldn’t have done what he had done. “Damn you, Naia White!” he cursed, turning his back on his reflection in the elevator mirror. He knew he wasn’t over her, didn’t he? The minute he had seen her at the club, he had known it. And if he were smarter, he would have told her to go to hell. When he had suggested the spanking, he hadn’t been sure if she would accept his proposition. A part of him had wanted her not to be at the hotel today, but the more dominant part was glad she was. Was glad she had let him do what he had done. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as the doors opened and he stepped out into the lobby. Naia White was still under his skin and that was putting it mildly. He had had feelings for her back when he was her teacher, but she’d been safe from him then. But now that she was no longer a student? No, he would leave her alone.
