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was coming up in a few months and he had a lot of things to oversee between now and then.
    “No. Which is why I was thinking what I was.”
    I waited for him to continue, noting his hands tightened on the steering wheel.
    “I know we don’t have anything scheduled for another week or so, but I want you in my collar this weekend.”
    That was unexpected. Since we’d started playing every month, he’d never asked to increase frequency. Even after Elizabeth was born, we’d never progressed to anything other than once a month. We’d talked about it, but I’d gotten pregnant with Henry and that had put a stop to the discussions. We still played a bit while I was pregnant, but with a dramatically decreased intensity.
    “You’re awfully quiet,” he said. “Are you not interested?”
    “It’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting
that
to be what you were thinking about.”
    “Maybe that’s why it would be a good idea.”
    His statement hung in the air between us while I thought about what he said. He had a point. It probably would be a good idea and I had anticipated something of the sort after our last weekend.
    “Will you ask Linda to take the kids?” I asked.
    His grip on the steering wheel grew even tighter, his knuckles turning white before he loosened his hands. “I think you need a reminder about what you’re to be concerned about when you’re in my collar.”
    “What does that mean?”
    He looked straight ahead, but I saw his lips draw together in a thin line before he answered. “It means you’re to leave the plans for the weekend up to me. I’ll take care of everything. Your job is to be in the right frame of mind.”
    “So that means I can’t ask about our kids?”
    “Instead of answering, I’m going to give you an assignment. I want you to write a five-hundred-word blog post on the possible ways I might take the question you asked me. Due Friday at six.”
    Was he serious? I didn’t know what I was going to have to work on after the meeting and here he was adding to it?
    “What if I don’t have time?”
    “Then I will handle the situation Friday at six.”
    I didn’t even have to ask what that meant. “Hell.”
    Of course, I could tell him I didn’t want to wear his collar this weekend. It might actually be a good idea since I didn’t know what I’d have on my plate by then. But I really wanted to.
    Which meant I had to do the assignment.
    “Is that a
yes
?” he asked.
    I sighed. “That’s a yes.”
    “You don’t have to act like it’s a fate worse than death.” He glanced at me and flashed a smile. “You could look at it as another way to sharpen your writing skills.”
    “My writing skills are fine, thank you very much.”
    Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I was being a brat. It was just, ugh. He truly had ways to get under my skin. Deciding to make use of the time left in the car, I pulled anotebook from my purse and started jotting down ideas for the assignment he gave me.
    “What is that?” he asked.
    “Ideas for what I’m going to put in the blog post you just told me to write.”
    “Put it down.”
    “What?”
    “Put. It. Down.”
    “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or does driving into the city always make you this grumpy?”
    “I am not grumpy.”
    “Could have fooled me.”
    “I asked you if you wanted to wear my collar this weekend and I gave you a writing assignment. That does not make me grumpy. That I don’t want you working on it in the car does not make me grumpy.” He stared straight ahead. “You should know me well enough by now to know I don’t say or do anything without reasons.”
    Of course I knew that. He could very well have all the reasons in the world, but that didn’t mean they were right. Though, most of the time, his were.
    “Let me further expand on the writing assignment,” he said. “I want you to take time to think about your question to me and how I took it. I don’t want you to jot