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“Don’t you like it?”
She spins around, giving me the full effect of a white peasant style dress, with a lace up bodice that is doing little to contain her breasts. The waist nips in tight and flares out to a skirt with more frills than a flamenco dancer’s gown.
It stops just short of the knee and despite myself I am so hard just imagining unlacing that bodice and watching her tits spill free and I shake my head.
“Darlin’, I love that dress, but only because I want to ruin you in it. It’s certainly not suitable for what I have in mind today, so go and change.”
I lift my mug and love the defiance in her eyes as she heads my way and sits down heavily on the chair. “Tough, this is all I’ve got except for cut-offs and a t-shirt. I have some jeans, but I’m guessing they’re not appropriate either. I used to have an evening gown before some idiot ripped it to shreds, so tough luck, baby, it’s the dress or nothing at all.”
“Then nothing at all it is.”
Her eyes widen and I resist laughing out loud at the horror on her face and growl, “Take it off.”
“No.”
She looks shocked and I shrug. “Do you want me to rip that one as well?”
“Fine, just tell me what I’m supposed to do then. I have no clothes because you are, ‘newsflash’ holding me hostage here and I didn’t think to pack a designer wardrobe for my incarceration. The only thing I can wear is the skirt and top I came here in, so what’s your plan?”
Lifting my phone, I punch in Dixie’s number and despite the early hour, she answers immediately.
“Morning, sir.”
“Morning, Dixie. I need a new wardrobe for my guest. Business, evening, day, lingerie, you know the kind of things required. Have then sent to my apartment in one hour.”
“Yes, sir.”
I cut the call and Ella looks at me in shock.
“One hour, that poor woman must be tearing her hair out.”
“I thought I was being generous.”
I jerk my thumb to the coffee.
“Help yourself, you have one hour to eat.”
She is obviously hungry and doesn’t need a further invitation, and as she falls on the food, it pleases me a lot. I love a woman who eats well and I love watching her groan at the light fluffy pancakes and warm pastries, not to mention the hot eggs and bacon that melt in the mouth. By the time she’s finished up, she has a contented glow to her face that mesmerizes me.
“You like your food.”
“Are you saying I’m GREEDY?”
She raises her eyes and I laugh softly. “You know that’s not what I’m saying.”
“Do I? I only know that you have insulted my fashion sense and made me feel inferior. The fact I just stuffed my face with more food than I usually eat in a month has probably shocked you more than my peasant dress.”
“I wasn’t shocked.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I was turned on.”
She swallows hard and her mouth drops open as I lean across the table. “It took all my self-control not to pounce and rip that dress from your body and plunge my throbbing cock deep into the valley of your tits. I wanted to see you ride my cock like the country girl you portray and see you scream in pleasure. The fact I want to do that more than anything is a distraction I certainly don’t need right now because today is all about business and it won’t be great wanting to do that every hour you are with me, so you need to dress the part and keep the fucking dress for later when I am keen to revisit that image.”
She blushes a deep shade of red and words fail her and that’s exactly how Dixie finds her when she breezes into the room, pushing a rail of clothes with Tom behind her carrying several boxes.
I lean back and smile at my staff. “Good timing. See what you can do with this woman, I’m struggling. You have thirty minutes before we need to leave.”
If they are surprised, they don’t show it and Dixie smiles at Ella. “Then we don’t have long. Follow me.”
Ella appears lost for words as she follows them without a backward glance, leaving me to check my emails and drink even more coffee. Today should be fun.
