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I laugh and toss off the hat as he races past me into the bathroom. Laughing, I chase after him, but I don’t find him in there.
“What the…” I start as the door slams closed behind me and Rogan swoops me up into his arms. We kiss as he walks us into the shower. We bathe together, washing each other’s bodies before he fucks me up against the shower wall and we’re forced to wash a second time.
It’s just so wonderful to share normal, daily routine things with someone. After showering, we dry off, and Rogan tosses me one of his T-shirts to wear since, well, he kidnapped me naked. I pull it over my head, and it hangs to my knees like a fucking dress. He just smiles at me, his towel wrapped tightly around his waist. “Go and get changed, Ms. O’Brien. We leave in thirty minutes.”
Rogan kisses me hard and walks me to my door, not bothering to put on clothes as he does. And why would he? No one lives on these floors but us, so no one is here to see him. After I shut my door behind me, I’m quickly greeted by Mischief and a little orange note stuck to a brown Starbucks bag on my island.
He’s been fed. Dog walker will be here in fifteen minutes to take him out. Merry Christmas, kitten. See you soon.
Alistair…
That sweet, sweet man. How much my opinion of him has changed since we initially met is astonishing. At first, he was this unattainable man, the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen. But that quickly shifted. His arrogance was completely annoying and unattractive, muting his good looks with his terrible personality. Now he’s different, a little bit of all those men, and mixed up, it makes for one hell of a guy.
Taking out my latte and cream cheese bagel, I make my way to the closet to get dressed, wondering what to wear and where we’re going today, but my question is answered when I find an outfit laid out for me.
It’s beautiful and festive. Picking up the red item, I hold it against myself and turn to look in the mirror. The red, knit sweater dress is perfect for a cold December day in Boston. Grinning, I slip the dress over my head.
It’s long-sleeved and hits me mid-thigh, clinging to my curves like a racecar taking a hard corner. The collar is high, making me feel warm and cozy. A nonfunctional but fucking adorable black belt cinches around my waist, completing the look. A pair of thigh-high boots are waiting for me too, and I slip them over my legs, leaving only two inches of bare skin between the boots and the hem of the dress.
It’s sexy, but it’s also practical for a day like today.
“It’s Christmas!” I squeal, bouncing on my toes. I feel excited, as if I were a little kid again. I can’t remember the last time I was excited about this holiday, or the last time I didn’t spend it alone, and after what happened last night, I’ll never look at Christmas lights the same way again.
At my vanity, I see another note, so I pick it up to read it.
No panties.
I roll my eyes at Maddox’s message, but the odd thing is…I didn’t even look for a pair, or for a bra for that matter. Most of the clothes they pick out for me wouldn’t look right with a bra or panties, and I’ve gotten so used to not wearing them that they’re not even part of my daily routine anymore.
Weird.
I shiver a bit at the thought of having nothing between my ass and their hands if they wish it, and also at how cold my poor vagina is going to be if this surprise is outside for any period of time.
I finish my bagel and latte while applying subtle makeup, brushing a soft brown on my lids and adding mascara to my lashes. With a pair of tweezers, I pluck a few stray hairs from my brows then pull my wet hair up into a high ponytail, tugging out some strategic pieces to frame my face. After I’m dressed and ready, I head to the bathroom to floss and brush my teeth. I’m just finishing up when I hear my front door open and the sound of heavy footfalls entering my kitchen.
My nerves fire as I apply red lip stain and pucker my lips. Excitement builds within me at the prospect of today. Rushing out of my room, I leap into Rogan’s outstretched arms, wrapping my legs around him as I kiss his lips. “Whoa there, Hellcat. What’s gotten into you?” he exclaims, kissing me back.
I shrug. “Just excited.”
He grins as his hands move to my ass, but his smile quickly turns to one of hunger. “No panties?” he rasps, and I shake my head.
“I have strict orders from Maddox,” I whisper.
“Don’t tease me,” he warns, “or I’ll have to toss you over that couch and take you again, making you walk around the rest of the day with my cum dripping from your fucking cunt.”
“Mmm,” I moan at the depravity and rock my hips against him. He swats my ass, and I laugh as he sets me down and grabs my long, black suede coat from the closet. He helps me slip it on like a true gentleman, and I look around to say goodbye to Mischief but see his leash is missing from its hook near the door. The dog walker must have already come and grabbed him. I need to remind the guys to thank her and give her a Christmas bonus. I’m a little sad that I didn’t get to spend any time with my pup, but I shrug it off, not willing to let that spoil my day.
“Are you ready?” Rogan asks, his lips curling up.
When I finally take a moment to look at him, I can’t even answer. He looks like a goddamn movie star. His long, dark coat hangs open, revealing a black blazer and a deep red dress shirt. Black dress pants hug his legs, and shiny black shoes cover his feet. He hasn’t shaved, and the scruff of his beard somehow makes him even more handsome.
He’s so fucking gorgeous that I’m literally at a loss for words.
He grins at my open-mouthed stare. “Is that a yes or a no?” he questions before kissing me again.
“I’m ready,” I rasp when I finally find my voice again.
“Good.” He slips my hand into his and guides me from the apartment and down to the parking garage.
