Six Sentence Sunday!
“I was hired to transport cattle, not for manual labor.” He watched as her eyes widened and mouth went slack. Chase wondered how long she’d be able to maintain her icy exterior once faced with cold, pitch black nights, wild animals, and less-than-stellar food. All it would take was one little “please” and he’d be more than happy to assist her, make her mission easier. But as long as she chose to be a spoiled brat, he’d treat her how his momma would, and not encourage her behavior. A good spanking would do her a world of good.