Taming a brat Stories

Bertie tugged for the third time at his necktie, then finally unwound it and started over. The motions of a Windsor knot still came clumsily to him, but it wouldn’t do for the new Assistant Manager to look sloppy. No matter how many attempts it took, he was going to look the part. It would just take some getting used to. “Bertie! Can I have one of these?” The refrigerator door blocked most of her from view, but a shock of...

You arch your brow like a flame in flicker, challenging gravity with every breath. That smirk—electric. Bratty. And I? I lean closer, not to tame you, but to see what burns beneath. You ask for more— “Would you dare?” your eyes say, pulling gravity out of orbit. I like that. Oh, I like that. You offer nothing but boundaries undone, edge of danger, whispering: What are you gonna do…make me? So I fan the embers, ignite the...