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to see how far they would push him. So far Chloe was pushing him all the damn way. Parking the truck at the end of his drive, Randall jumped out and went around to the passenger side to help Chloe down. “Are you able to walk or do you wish me to carry you inside?” he asked her.
    “Carry me, please.”
    Gathering her up into his arms, Randall carried Chloe up to the house. He managed to kick open the front door after unlocking it with one hand. With his foot he kicked the door closed and walked into the lounge room and deposited Chloe onto one of the sofas in there. He left her there for a few minutes so he could gather some supplies from the kitchen for her banged up ankle.
    Walking back into the lounge room, Randall found Chloe wrestling to get her shoes off. He knelt down in front of her and placed the items he had for her on the table beside him. Lifting up her good ankle onto his knee, Randall slipped off her shoe then massaged her foot to help alleviate some of the tension from her body. Picking up her bad foot, Randall slipped her shoe off before examining her sprain. He probed the tender flesh with his fingers to check if she had broken it. Chloe showed him her displeasure of him touching her banged-up foot by voicing it to him. “Ouch, that bloody hurts you know.”
    “I need to take a look at it, Chloe , to make sure you haven’t broken it.”
    “So you’re a doctor now as well as an officer of the law, are you?”
    “That mouthy attitude of yours, Chloe, will only get you into more trouble than you’re already in.”
    “Other than hurting my ankle, I don’t see how I can possibly be in trouble.”
    “You don’t, do you?” Randall finished wrapping a bandage around her right ankle to secure the ice pack to it, before lowering her foot onto the coffee table to keep it elevated. He stood up and scowled down at her. “Did I or did I not give you an order back in the truck? One, mind you, you failed to act upon.”
    She dared to roll her eyes at him. He couldn’t believe it. That little minx. Then she opened that sassy mouth of hers again, to provoke him no doubt, as she said to him, “You’re talking in riddles again, Jon.”
    “Right, that’s it, little girl. From this moment on unless I ask you a direct question I do not wish to hear you speak. When you do answer a direct question, you will address me properly with ‘Yes, Sir.’” Randall leaned down to crowd into her personal space as he added on, “Do you understand me, Chloe? Yes or no, Sir, will suffice as your answer.”
    “Yes. Sir,” Chloe grumbled out to him. He could tell she only just held back the words she wanted to lash out at him with.
    Handing her the glass of water and the pain meds he had brought in for her, Randall waited while Chloe swallowed them down. Her eyes never left his, something else he’d need to remind her of, too. One lesson at time, he told himself, one lesson at a time. Randall took the empty glass from her hand and set it down on the table behind him.
    Leaning down, he lifted her up into his arms while Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. Randall then carried her down the hall to his bedroom. Dropping her gently onto the middle of the mattress, he was mindful of her sore ankle as he lowered her down. Stepping back, he stood there staring down at her. Randall knew he needed to control the Dominant inside of him before he touched her again.
    She had pushed his buttons too much this afternoon. The only thing holding him back at the moment was her bad ankle. As much as he wanted to see her naked, cuffed, and spread before him on his bed, he couldn’t really do that with her banged-up foot. First he needed to make sure that what was about to happen between the two of them was something she still wanted.
    “Chloe, I’m going to ask you a direct question and I want an honest answer from you. Not a mouthy one,” he warned her. “I want to show you what we had back when we first knew each other. I want to