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“And…what about tonight? About…”
“All right, Skye. I’ll show you.”
And I hope like hell I’m not making a huge mistake.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Our celebratory dinner is put on hold when Eugenie texts Skye, inviting us both to join her and her team at one of my favorite restaurants.
“Braden…” Skye says.
“Yeah?”
“I’m wondering if maybe you could…”
“What?”
Skye inhales. “Remove the butt plug before we have dinner.”
I smile. “You’ve been a good sport. Is it uncomfortable?”
“No. A little, maybe. There’s no discomfort. It’s just an…intrusion.”
I trail my finger over Skye’s cheek. “Tell you what. Since you asked so nicely, you may remove it. Be sure to wash it with soapy water.”
“You mean…you don’t want to remove it?”
“Oh, I do, but if that happens, I’ll end up fucking you, and we’ll be late to dinner.”
We arrive at the restaurant, and the host leads us to Eugenie’s table, where she and three others are already seated.
“Mr. Black,” Eugenie says, standing, “Eugenie Blake. So nice to finally meet you.”
Eugenie is tall and graceful, her gray hair cut short.
“And you. Please call me Braden.”
“Of course, Braden.” She introduces her team—Shaylie, Brian, and Louisa. “We’re so excited to bring Skye on board.”
“Nice to see all of you again,” Skye says. “I’ve been reviewing the contract.”
“Oh, no business tonight,” Eugenie says. “This is a dinner for all of us to get to know one another better.”
Skye smiles. Sounds good to me. She’s already signed the contract, but Eugenie doesn’t need to know that. Let her work Skye a little more, maybe sweeten the pot.
However, it turns out that Skye is not Eugenie’s focus this evening. I am.
Tell me about your flagship product.
What other areas of business is Black, Inc. in?
How do you like working with your brother and father?
Tell me all about your social media campaigns.
She throws question after question to me. After learning all about my business and about how Skye and I met, she homes in on her business.
What kind of makeup do you like to see on women?
Do you prefer red lips or a more natural shade?
How about nail polish?
I’ve never given nail polish a thought in my life, but I smile and answer her questions. For Skye’s sake.
And I see why Skye is bothered—why she thinks they want her only because of me.
But I also see what Skye doesn’t see.
I see Skye. I see what great potential she has, and I see this new cosmetics line becoming a wild success due to her.
In her way, I believe Eugenie sees this as well. She’s put a lot of money on the line.
“Nail polish?” I say, smiling. “I don’t wear it.”
Eugenie laughs. “You know what I mean. On women. What do you like?”
“It depends on the woman.” No lie there.
In fact, I don’t notice makeup. Except on Skye. I notice every single thing about Skye.
When our server appears, Skye orders grilled tilapia. Nice choice. I told her not to go too heavy on food this evening.
She’ll find out why later.
I go easy as well, with braised scallops, which Eugenie pounces on.
“I’ll have the same,” she gushes. “Scallops sound delicious this evening.”
My God, I’m going to have lip prints on my ass when I disrobe tonight.
Once our meals arrive, Eugenie finally quiets down.
Skye has hardly said a word all evening. She looks…not uncomfortable as much as a little on edge.
What I have planned for her tonight will either help that or aggravate it.
I’m hoping the former.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Back at the penthouse, I hand Skye a garment bag. “Put these on.”
She takes the bag from me. “Okay.” She lays it on the bed and unzips the vinyl. Inside are a corset, garter belt, lace thong, and fishnet stockings. Her eyes widen.
“I’ll help you with the corset,” I say. “I want it nice and tight.”
“O…kay.” She peels her designer business clothes from her body.
I watch, my eyes heavy-lidded, as she dons the thong, the stockings, and she fastens them to the garter belt. I stand, head to my closet, bring out a shoebox, and hand it to her.
She’s topless, and she opens the shoebox. She gasps. Inside, against black tissue paper, lies a pair of platform stiletto sandals.
“Braden, I’ll trip and—”
“Put them on,” I command.
She sits down on the bed and slides the shoes onto her feet, buckling them into place.
I groan low in my throat. “Stand. I’ll help you with the corset.”
She obeys and adjusts the corset over her breasts and abdomen.
“Turn,” I say.
She complies, her back now to me.
“A corset is an amazing piece of clothing,” I say as I lace it up the back. “It’s sexy as hell, of course, but it’s also a method of control. I can control how you look, the size of your waist.” I tighten it, and she inhales sharply. “It’s a type of bondage.”
“Braden…”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to breathe fine. Trust me. Besides, you won’t wear this all night.”
