"Let me go!" Alex squealed, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk to leverage herself off Hunt's lap. "You are SO not going to spank me!"
"See, there you go again, Bols, you're drunk, you're telling me what to do, and you're underestimating me. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." He said smartly, one strong arm holding her place, the other resting casually on her backside.
"Don't you dare, you misogynist dinosaur!" She squirmed, her heart absolutely racing as she felt his hand lift. Oh, this was intolerable, her subconscious was a veritable pit of depravity.
"You're daring me?" He said. She could almost hear him lift his eyebrows in the pause that followed.
"DCI Hunt, I mean it!" She injected all the commanding tone she could muster, trying unsuccessfully to wrestle herself free, his firm grip implacably holding her down.
"Oh, right, you really mean to dare me, eh, luv? You asked for it…"
"No!" She yelped as she felt his weight shift, his hand lifting further. "No.. no, Gene, please, this is ridiculous." She began to use a reasoning tone now that it was clear he wasn't going to respond to her indignant outrage. She felt him chuckle briefly, and she realized the bastard was deliberately milking this. He was just winding her up, seeing which buttons he could press. She steeled herself, she wouldn't give him any more bloody satisfaction, the sodding brute wouldn't get the pleasure of…
"Oh-ho, Bolly, Bolly, Bolly," He said, amused. "You say my name like that, I can just see you waggling your bloody fingers when you say it, and that's that very last thing in the world that would stop me wanting to slap your peachy backside for you."
She suddenly knew he wasn't actually just milking it or winding her up and Oh! Good god, the sting of it! The sound of slap was like an enormous crack in the deserted office, and she sucked in a shocked breath and bloody hell, he's going for another one! His hand on her backside again before she could even cry out, she was breathless. She managed to yelp at the third stroke, and then
Brrrrrr. Brrrrrr.
Hunt stopped, hand raised above his head, and reached over for the phone. "DCI Hunt." He said calmly, like there was nothing remotely unusual in having his DI sprawled over his lap. He listened to the voice at the other end of the line, and his arm slackened, releasing Alex. She pulled herself upright, out of breath, her face flushed. Now why the hell was she nursing a sudden sense of disappointment?
yeah, yeah, I'm a meanie! Hopefully now the reason I ended the last section on the line I did has become clear.