She is My Sister (6 page)

The man knew how to give a spanking, Sara realized.
 
She finally gave up the struggle; she
was going to lose anyway.
 
He was
too strong, and she was at the end of her emotional rope.
 
Sara started crying, and once she
started, she was soon sobbing and bawling like a baby!
 
How embarrassing, but she couldn’t
stop!
 

“There now, that’s enough of that,” Vince said quietly as he
sat her up and held her.
 
He found a
clean handkerchief in his pocket and handed it to the pretty redhead.
 
“I didn’t spank you all that hard, young
lady,” he remonstrated with her.

“Yes, you did,” she insisted.
 
“I hurt something awful!”

“My face hurts, too,” he told her.

Sara looked up at him and was shocked to see a red print of
her hand on his left cheek.
 
She was
immediately ashamed of herself.
 
“I’m sorry, Mr. Williamson.
 
I have a very bad temper,” she confessed.

“So I see,” he soberly acknowledged.
 
“Why are you here, Miss No Name, other
than to slap my face, that is?”

“You bought my building and you are turning it into condos
and selling my apartment!
 
I’m mad
at you!” she declared.

“I never would have guessed,” he said with a deadpan
expression.

“
It’s
just business for you, but it
is my home!
 
I’ve lived there for
three years, and I can’t afford to buy it, and I can’t afford to move,
either!
 
You are making a mess of my
life, and you don’t even care!
 
Look
at this room!
 
It’s bigger than my
whole apartment!”

“What building are we discussing, Miss No Name With a Bad
Temper?”

“My name is Sara Hart,” she said, and then gave him the
building’s address, while he nodded.

“I need some time to check into this, Miss Hart,” he
said.
 
“There are times that my
agent makes sound investments for me and I am not aware of the
particulars.
 
If you will leave your
telephone number, I will look into this matter and call you.”

Sara didn’t know why she bothered, but she gave him her
telephone number.
 
He didn’t write
it down, and she was positive that it was a simple tactic to get her out the
door.
 
It was embarrassing when he
stood her on her feet and then asked if she was composed enough to drive
home.
 
She assured him she was, but
she merely wanted to escape before she started crying again… this time in pure
mortification!

She was barely out of the gated community when her beloved
car broke down!
 
She got out and
raised the hood and looked to see if she saw any loose wires.
 
She couldn’t afford to hire a mechanic,
or to even have the car towed.
 
She
kicked the front tire on the driver’s side, and started bawling again.
 
She knew she was going to have to call
and ask one of her sisters to come and help her out of yet another mess.
 
Her three older sisters were so
together, and Sara wondered if she would ever live up to their successes.
 
Holly wasn’t home; Sara got Stacy’s
voice mail, which meant she was working, and Jenna didn’t answer, either.
 
She tried Brooke’s number, but when she
answered there was so much background noise that she said she’d call her back
when she got home later that night.
 
So much for siblings, Sara thought.
 
She was ready to call her Dad out of sheer desperation, even though she
wouldn’t appreciate his lecture about her old car, when a sleek black sports
car pulled up behind her.
 
Sara was
immediately alert and ready to defend herself, when she recognized Vincent Williams
as he got out of the beautiful car.

“Sara Hart,” he said.
 
“I can see you have car trouble.
 
Do you need help?”

“I can’t reach any of my family,” she explained.

“We can call a tow truck to take it in to be repaired.”

“That would be great except for the fact I can’t afford to
do that.”

“I see,” he said.
 
“At least allow me to give you a lift,” he offered.
 
“It isn’t safe for you to be on the side
of the road like this.
 
Anyone could
come along, and I won’t have that on my conscience.”
 
When Sara opened her mouth to refuse he
quietly stated, “Do not force me to pick you up and put you in my car.
 
I rarely lose my temper, but when I do,
I go off real easy for a few days afterwards, and I have already made enough of
a fool of myself for one day.
 
Please, Sara, accept my help.”

Sara nodded, and reached in her car for her purse.

“Leave your car key in the glove box, Sara.
 
We’ll get someone to get it off the
street so you don’t get a ticket, or have the police call and have it towed to
an impound lot.
 
That would be
ridiculously expensive.”
 
Her green
eyes widened in dismay, and he snapped out his cell phone and made a simple
call to Jacob at the gate and asked him to take care of the matter.
 
Jacob said it was as good as done, and
Vince knew it would be.
 
He opened
the passenger door for Sara, and she got in the car and sunk into the expensive
leather seats.

Sara loved the car.
 
It was so beautiful she couldn’t help but be jealous.
 
Of course, no matter how soft the seats,
sitting did not feel so good right now.
 
That spanking would be with her for a while she realized as she squirmed
to get comfortable.

“Hurting, huh?” Vince said, not caring if he embarrassed
her.
 
“You’re lucky you pulled that
foolish bit of nonsense on me, and not on another man.
 
I know I spanked you hard, and you
deserved it, but another man might have taken his fists to you and hurt you
badly enough you could have ended up in the ER.
 
Someone your size should never pick on
someone my size.”

“I didn’t know you were your size,” Sara admitted.
 
“I have a temper,” she repeated herself
and shrugged.

“Your father should have spanked that out of you when you
were a kid,” he said.

“Dad tried, and that is why I moved out on my own when I
started college.
 
I didn’t like
being threatened with punishment every time I expressed an opinion he didn’t
agree with.”

“I see,” Vince said thoughtfully.
 
He got along well with his dad, but his
mother made him nuts with all her straightening up all the time and nitpicking
over his every move.
 
“Do you get
along well with your mom?”

“Yes, I do.
 
I
could live with her and no problem, but Dad is another story.
 
He would never believe me too old for
his scolding and his interference with my decisions would make me crazy.”

“That is the way it is with my Mom and me.
 
I get along well with Dad,” Vince
admitted, smiling.
 
“Do your
siblings feel as you do?”

“Not all of them.
 
Brooke still lives at home, and she doesn’t have a problem with it.”

“Is she the youngest child?”

“Oh yes, and spoiled as can be.
 
Dad indulges her all the time, and Mom
is her slave.
 
It’s ridiculous they
can’t see that.
 
Dad would never
permit me to stay out as late as Brooke does.
 
She doesn’t pay anything to live at
home, either.
 
The rest of us had to
pay something the moment we got a job of any kind.”

“Yes, but the youngest doesn’t usually get the business, if
there is one.
 
The oldest has to
live up to family tradition, gets the
Junior
after his
name, or the Third, Fourth, or whatever number it is up to.”

“You must be the youngest?” she guessed.

“The youngest of three boys.
 
No sisters,” he admitted.

“I have four sisters, three older and one younger.
 
No brothers.”

“Your poor Dad!”

“Don’t waste time feeling sorry for him; he already feels
sorry enough for himself.”

“That is mean-spirited, young lady.
 
Give your poor Dad a break.”
 
They were at the apartment building and
Sara jumped out of his car.
 

“Thanks for the lift.”

“Hold on there.
 
I would like to see your apartment.
 
As the owner of this building I have the right to inspect any apartments
on demand.”

“By all means.”
 
She did her best to control her temper.
 
He followed her up to the third floor,
and when she opened her door, he followed her inside.
 
“Make yourself right at home,” she
sarcastically invited.

Vince ignored her tone and looked around the space.
 
While it was true the apartment was
small, it was also cute as could be, and it suited the feisty redhead.
 
Vince knew he couldn’t make her
homeless, but he was going to have to be clever or she would think he was using
her apartment to control her and get into her pants.
 
Vince was attracted to Sara.
 
She didn’t give a damn that his family
was wealthy, or that he owned his own company and invested in all sorts of
businesses.
 
They’d connected in a
purely physical, man to woman, palm to butt manner.
 
She’d already made a place for herself
in his heart, but given the fact she was stubborn, it was going to take some
convincing before she would believe him.
 

When the legal packet of papers arrived a couple of weeks
after that fateful trip to Vince Williamson’s apartment, Sara threw them to one
side while she finished the assignment she was working on, trying not to think
about what was inside.
 
She was
positive that the packet contained her notice of eviction.
 
Sara didn’t know what she would do.
 
No one had any room for her to move in
on
them
… except for Mom and Dad, and that was the one
place she didn’t want to go!
 

Once she opened the papers, she picked up her telephone and
called Holly, “Thank you so much!”
 
Her throat was clogged with unshed tears.

“For what?” Holly asked.

“Oh, you know, so don’t pretend.
 
Thank you so much.”

“Sara, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, I understand.”
 
She talked a few more minutes, and then hung up, after asking Holly to
thank the others if they were involved, too.
 
She felt very loved.

To her surprise, Vince Williamson called a couple of days
later, and asked her out to dinner.
 
Sara accepted, just to see what he wanted from her.
 
Vince made sure she had fun, and invited
her out again for the next evening.
 
Sara looked at him.
 
“What is
this about?”

“It’s about us getting to know each other better; I really
like you, Sara.”

“Even though I was horrible to you and slapped you the
second I met you?” she asked, wanting honesty from him.

“I think you suffered the consequences of that,” he softly
reminded her.

“Yes, I did.
 
My
butt was sore for a few days.
 
You
don’t know your own strength.”

“I felt justified.”
 
This time he grinned.
 
“I
guess you should know before we start dating that I do believe in spanking if
it is earned.”

“You’d just better make damn sure I think it is earned,
too!” she retorted.

“I don’t like swearing, Sara, and I think this is the second
time I’ve mentioned this to you.”

“And…?”

“The third time is a charm, Red.”

The third time came sooner than either of them anticipated
it would.
 
Sara was helping him wash
his car on Saturday when the hose got away from her, soaking her shirt and
shorts completely.
 
She cursed
without even realizing she’d done so.
 
Right there, in the driveway of his home,
not caring if the neighbors watched or not, Vince bent her over the hood of his
car and set her wet shorts on fire.
 
She honestly felt like her shorts were smoking by the time he stopped,
and she was in tears, embarrassed as could be for earning a second spanking
from the handsome man.