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Erika is standing at the counter. Her hip is cocked and she’s staring up at Ilya. She is in a pair of shorts that aren’t meant to leave the house in. Her knee-high four-inch heeled black boots can’t give her enough height to intimidate, but she doesn’t stop poking Ilya in the chest as she raises her voice at him. Her deep purple half-shirt style tank exposing her skin makes me want to strip my jacket and throw it over her. The tattoos that line her skin on every available surface are sexy. Most are in a black and gray style, but I notice a couple of colored ones mixed in. Her long colored gray hair with purple and pink highlights hangs to her waist.
“I do not like the assumption that I’m acting like a brat because I requested a room change. You will not call me princess or your highness, or I’ll show you what it’s like to be ruled by a woman, asshole.” Her voice isn’t loud, but I catch it and am turned on.
“I’m the one who called you your highness and princess. No other man will call you that. Ilya doesn’t even know what you’re talking about,” I growl as I walk up behind her. She jumps and turns and almost topples over as she startles. I reach out to steady her.
“You.” Her voice is a sigh, and I step into her more.
“I called you princess because you deserve to be treated as such.” I stand over her. Her head tips back to look up at me, and her little pink tongue slips out and moistens her lips. My grip tightens on her forearms. It’s a move that must alert her because I watch the sweetness leave her face and a mask I saw earlier pops into its place. She pretends to be tougher than what she really is.
“I’ll keep the room, but I’ll pay for it.”
The hell she will, but I’ll give it to her for now. She looks down to my hand holding her arm and then looks up at me.
“Let me go.” I continue to look down at her. I’m not giving her the submission she’s demanding. “I said let me go.” Her voice softens, and her eyes drop. “Please let me go.” I release her, and she steps back. Not realizing how close she was to Ilya, she jumps back to my chest when her back hits his. I look over her head and nod at him as I grip her hip, holding her close.
“Dinner.” It’s not a question, but I give her a moment. She looks up at me and the mask is gone.
“I have to check in with the expo coordinators.”
“I’ll be at your suite at seven. Until later, princess.” I step back, wanting so much to smear her red lipstick with my lips.
“I don’t know your name,” she says quietly.
“Grayson.” I don’t give her my last name, just in case. I move to the side so she can walk by me. I watch until she is through the lobby. “Follow her and make sure no one bothers her,” I tell Ilya. He moves past me and keeps a distance from her. I look toward the bar and don’t see Andrei sitting there any longer.
I move through the lobby toward an entrance for employees only and swipe my card to enter the back of the house.
ChapterTwo
ERIKA
Ihave no clue what the fuck just happened. One moment I was giving the big, silent guy in the black suit a piece of my mind, and the next thing I knew I was submitting to the large, sexy Viking dude. Okay, maybe he isn’t a Viking, but his hairstyle and coloring make me think of him as one. I’m normally the dominate in relationships, but instead I found myself liking Grayson having control.
Grayson. Even his name is sexy.
I made sure I didn’t turn around as I made my way to the large ballroom/convention center area of the casino where the expo is being held. I’m going to need to change my panties after meeting him. If they still exist after that encounter. They went up in flames the moment his eyebrow slightly cocked when I tried to order him around. When he told me we were having dinner, I almost dropped to my knees.
Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?
I’ve been a switch at times in the past just to explore the sub side, but with Grayson I want to submit to him. I want to give him something I’ve never completely done before. Even when I did explore the sub side, I still held some dominance. I didn’t trust my Dom. That’s my problem, but with Grayson there is no doubt in my mind I want to scene with him.
As I walk by a small boutique, I see a black dress that piques my interest. It’s tiny and barely there with a deep open back and thin spaghetti straps. It would show my cleavage nicely. Hell yeah, I’m wearing that tonight.
I step into the boutique before reaching the registration table.
“I want that dress. Size two. Charge it.” I pull my cell phone with its attached card holder from my small bag and retrieve my black Amex.
The woman smiles when she sees the card, and I know she looked at all my tattoos and piercings and judged me. I give her my room number for delivery and walk out. I don’t need to try the dress on to know how it will fit. I have the perfect heels in my room to wear with it too.
“Erika Arnold.” I give the girl at the expo check-in table my name. She looks in a box and pulls out a packet.
“Ms. Arnold, your model profile is in your packet. You’ll need to check in by ten tomorrow morning to be able to get started by eleven. You’ll have four hours to do your tattoo for the competition. Judging will begin Saturday with the winner announced that evening.”
“Thank you.” I smile at her and move into the large room to check out the location and where I’ll be. I nod at other artists that I know and try not to fangirl when I see those I’ve admired.
When I get to the area where I’ll be tattooing, I get into business mode and forget all about Grayson. I need to focus, and he’s a distraction I don’t need.
A couple of hours later,I hang up after talking to my brother. I’m moving through the casino to the bank of elevators. I catch a reflection in the windows of a shop and see a man behind me. I stop and turn just as Ilya steps back as if he’s not watching me. I’m about to approach him and demand to know why he’s following me when the decision I made earlier rolls through my mind again. I thought about cancelling dinner tonight. I don’t need another demanding man in my life. Leif is enough for me. It’s why I’m a Domme.
