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“Where to, miss?”
When the driver spoke,I snapped myself out of my daydream and gave him the address to my Tottenham apartment.
CHAPTERTEN
The next time I saw Augustus was the evening of the press junket which was taking place at The Langham. It wastheevent of the season for Estate Styles. I wanted everything to go perfectly. I needed Augustus to behave, and I had a few answers prepared if the media decided to ask me anything.
As I sat on my bed and pulled my black heels on, I cursed the lack of a full-length mirror. Twisting up my mouth, I glanced down at my navy blue dress and hoped I didn’t look terrible.
I double-checked I had my key, phone, money, and all of my makeup items in case I needed to freshen up. As I left my apartment, I bumped into somebody, and the man grunted with displeasure, but I barely paid him any attention as I pulled up the Uber app on my cell. Heading down the staircase and out to the curb to wait for my ride, I was about to finalize my payment when my line of sight happened to settle on Augustus propped against a sleek, black sports car that wasn’t his Austin-Healey.
Of course, he was dressed in an impeccable suit. His hazel eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not calling an Uber, are you?”
I arched my eyebrows. “What if I am?”
He glanced at my thumb poised over the screen. “You press that button, and I’ll have to spank you hard later tonight,” he said with a slight growl.
“You consider spanking punishment?” I asked, unable to hide my smirk.
Augustus opened the passenger side door and demanded, “Get in the car.” He almost sounded exasperated, but the twinkle in his eye said otherwise.
I wanted to defy him.
Test him.
I wanted to know if he truly would punish me and in what way.
Unfortunately, we had an important engagement to get to, so I slid into the seat without argument.
As we drove through England’s capital, I glanced across at Augustus. In the dull twilight, the lights from the dash lit up his face and sent shadows over his jawline. One strong hand gripped the steering wheel while the other rested over the gear stick.
The slightest smile touched my lips, and I moved in my seat so my knee would touch his fingertips.He glanced over at me—well, at my leg—then his hand left the shifter and settled above my knee. “We’re going to have a good night.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. The press junket will go well, and I get to spend the evening with you.”
“I like your optimism.”
“You’d better like a whole lot more than that,” Augustus growled as his hand tightened around my knee. The touch shot straight to my pussy, and I literally squirmed in my seat. It didn’t go unnoticed as Augustus chuckled.
We soon arrived at the Langham, and once Augustus triple-checked that his precious car would be taken care of, we were guided into a back area in a conference room.
“There you both are. You have ten minutes to get ready, so into hair and makeup, you both go. Is that what you’re wearing, Sienna? This is a press junket, not a Free The Breasts campaign.” When Tropical Hurricane Linda blew over and flattened us with her rapid-fire demands, I glanced down at my dress.
“What’s wrong with this?”
Linda rolled her eyes at me. “Let Beatrice work her magic on you. I’ll go fetch you something.”
Augustus stared at my chest as I lowered myself into a chair and allowed the ladies to fuss over us. “Do you want to know what I think?”
“No,” I growled out in irritation.
Augustus simply chuckled in response, but I failed to see the humor in this situation.
Minutes later, a middle-aged man with a microphone in his hand joined us. “Are we almost ready?”
“We are.” Linda held a black cardigan out to me. “Slip into this, please, Sienna.”
