Page 10 of Bronson

She locks eyes with me.

I know she’s made her decision.

She will play nice, then try to run.

Smart. Resourceful. Trying to protect her ass and get away with her crimes in one swift move.

I almost laugh out loud. I have a full foot of height and eighty pounds on this woman.

But she’s not letting that stop her.

Her eyes meet mine. They flash with determination. Her brow narrows and the tips of her teeth press into her full bottom lip.

Wait.

I do know her.

She’s the one from the nursing home. The woman who makes everyone call it, ‘Our Home.’ I overheard her fighting with her boss about it. Insisting that it was disrespectful to her patients to call it anything other than that.

I remember nodding my head as I passed the office. Silently agreeing with her.

She has her perfectly shaped chin jutted out now, as she had then.

She heaves a sigh. One strand of her dark hair catches her breath and rises, falling onto her cheekbone.

My God, this woman is gorgeous.

It is a quiet beauty—one not everyone can see. Her looks won’t be getting her on the cover of a magazine, no. But for someone with impeccable taste, one who can see real beauty, they will know she is magnificent.

She’s fetching, but that doesn’t change the fact that she has stolen from me.

And she will have to pay.

No one steals from me.

This is the Bachman way. And I’m not about to make an exception for a beautiful, sassy, curvy-assed little girl.

Especially not for a curvy girl.

I do love a beautiful ass.

I know she has one underneath that ugly blue nurses’ outfit she wears. My cock hardens just at the thought of putting her over my lap. Her hips wiggling back and forth. Her luscious ass jiggling after my hand comes down in a loud smack.

Naughty little thing.

I might have taken it easy on her, had she shown even an ounce of remorse. But she’s making me furious, acting as if she has a right to this necklace.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I say, “What’s your decision?”

“What do you have in mind?” Her arms cross over her chest, mocking me.

Feisty. Those are the ones who need the harshest discipline. My cock twitches in my trousers, begging to punish her ass to teach her a lesson.

I give her a hard stare. “You did a bad thing. You will be punished.”

The blush deepens to a rose red, much like the skin on her full bottom will soon be. She looks away from me, shifting her weight to her other foot.

“So?” she snaps indignantly. She shrugs. “Looks like you have plenty of jewelry here. What’s one less necklace? Not to mention it’s one of the cheapest pieces you have here.”