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“How did you know I wanted iced tea?” she asked as soon as our waitress walked off.
“Because I know you.”
She frowned. I could tell that made her uncomfortable, maybe even a tad weary.
Good. It was in her best interest to always be on her toes in my presence Sometimes, I think she saw it—the part of me I tried to keep in check for her benefit. But she never seemed afraid. If anything, she’d grown bolder and a fuck-load nosier.
When our food was delivered, we sat in silence, the sound of our forks hitting the white ceramic plates the only noise between us. The cozy restaurant had few other patrons and it was out of the way. I knew I could bring her here without having to make a scene if caught together, though none of that would matter after tonight.
It was time to tell Seth exactly what was going on.
There was something about her anger that always turned my cock to stone—the way her eyes lit up and she held her ground. Any other time, I’d be bending her over the bed, but we were on a tight schedule.
She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring daggers dipped in poison at me. I was questioning how to handle this and it shouldn’t have been debatable. As sexy as she was riled up, her ill-tempered attitude didn’t mix well with mine. We were like vinegar and oil.
“You’re wearing the fucking dress. If it were a yes or no option, I would’ve asked you a yes or no question,” I explained as calmly as I could.
“I’m not—”
Before she could spew any more bullshit, I had my hand around her throat, pressing her into the bedroom wall.
“Do you remember a talk we once had? I said, when I tell you to do something, you just do it. Do you need a reminder?”
“No,” she growled at me.
“Good. Then get dressed.”
As soon as I let her go, she slipped past me and snatched the dress off the bed, refusing to make eye contact. I may have felt a minuscule twinge of regret. I may have even wanted to utter the two words that burned like acid when I thought about them, but this was how things needed to be. Actions fueled by emotions were dangerous.
The sound of running water was my cue to slip away and make a private phone call.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I looked like a goddamn floozy.
My breasts—which weren’t very big—were pushed up as high as they could go, my hair was twisted up in a chignon, and the tight, blood red dress I had on was sticking to me like adhesive.
If I attempted to bend down, everyone would get a good look at my vagina because I couldn’t wear any underwear.
What was even more infuriating were the black fuck-me heels Pierce told me to wear. They were a whole other level of ho-dom. There was this small feeling of dread in my stomach about the unknown that awaited me. Pierce wouldn’t tell me anything. I was blindly wandering around in the dark and relying on him to be my guiding light.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed down the hall. Pausing on the top step, I stared down at the man in the dapper black suit. His midnight hair was in its usual sleek yet messy style. He had on a tie that matched my dress, and his dark blue eyes were looking back into mine. My insides did a weird little flip the longer we stared.
“You look…”
“Like an expensive good time?”
“You look perfect,” he softly corrected me.
I didn’t know what to say back to that; he never complimented me.
“Come on,” he finally said after a spell of silence. He turned away and opened the front door, crooking a finger at me over his shoulder.
Sighing, I padded down the stairs and slipped my pumps on before trailing after him. It was dark out, and the tall trees surrounding his house only made it seem ten times darker. He wordlessly opened the passenger side door of a silver Jaguar and I slid in.
“Open the glove box,” he told me once we were on the road.
Without asking why, I leaned forward and pulled the compartment door down. My mouth dried at the sight of a square velvet box.
“Do I really need to tell you what to do?” he asked when I made no effort to retrieve it, never taking his eyes off the road.
Picking up the small box that felt as heavy as a brick, I opened it. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but a giant ring that had to have cost a nice fortune wasn’t it. I slid the square diamond on without uttering a word.
This moment had played out much differently in my head when I thought about it as a little girl. That was before Pierce entered my life. Now that an actual ring was on my finger, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at it. Fuck bricks, the thing weighed more than a house.
