"Don't think too well of me." Caleb Sterling effortlessly circled Sierra Summers' ankle, his gaze deep and unwavering as he stared at her.
"Do you remember how many times you owe me?"
Caleb's thumb rubbed her calf two or three times, carrying a hint of suggestion.
Sierra was extremely nervous, trying to pull her leg away, but she couldn't escape his grip.
Darn it.
She wrinkled her nose, her face falling, staring blankly for several seconds, unable to think of any solution.
And she felt particularly guilty inside.
Under Caleb's intense gaze, Sierra recalled the many reckless flirting acts she had committed within the last three months. Her mind jammed, and she looked at Caleb sorrowfully, asking, "Can we not..."
Caleb: "No."
Sierra: "Really can't?"
Caleb watched her.
Sierra pouted, wriggling her foot again, but it was useless.
Alright then, Sierra gave up struggling.
She even lay back to accept the punishment, letting the storm hit harder!
