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Ashely gives a little smirk. “That’s the one he requested.”
“What do you mean?”
“He told the shop to send mostly floral prints, that that’s what you prefer, but to throw in one sexy little black dress.” What looks like a little wave of jealousy passes over her face. “Just in case.”
I’m curious. What exactly did he say about me? I ask, “In case what?”
Her face goes bright pink. “He just said he’d like to see you in black. He thinks it would…” She actually has to stop and clear her throat to continue. Her gaze breaks away from mine to the dress. “Bring out your naughty side.”
“Oh, did he?”
I try to will the heat that’s forming between my thighs to melt away. He’s the thing that brings out my naughty side, not a dress. Every time I’m around him I seem to do something more reckless than the last.
Ashely helps me dress. I’m a little shy, having to strip completely down before putting on the dress, but there is no wearing a bra with it. And panties I really don’t bother with anyway.
I must have imagined the jealous moment because as soon as I slip into the gown, she’s fluttering around me, showering me with compliments. “You look amazing! Like this dress was made for you.”
I smooth my hand over my sleek, freshly flat-ironed hair, looking in the antique floor-length mirror that sits in the corner of the room. Pink flowers and curls gone, my usual string of pearls missing from my neck, I don’t look like myself at all.
Charlie 2.0. The sex goddess.
Ashely politely dismisses herself to let me finish getting ready. I turn, glancing over my shoulder, in awe of the low line of the back, dipping to just above the curve of my ass. I lift the dress, shifting the slit over my bare leg to admire the strappy rhinestone sandals Ashely brought me. I painted my finger and toenails a sexy shade of red I’d normally steer away from, always opting for a pale, neutral pink.
There’s a knock. The door opens before I can answer. As good as I think I might look, all thoughts of my own appearance dissipate into the night the moment he walks into my room.
I’m not one to curse, but…
Gosh. Darn.
He looks so incredible if I was wearing panties they’d have melted off. Nikolaos wears a black suit, perfectly tailored to fit his large frame. A light gray shirt underneath, the top button left undone. His thick hair is gelled back, his face freshly shaven. The light woodsy scent of his cologne reaches me.
Good grief, the man looks so gorgeous I can’t help but wonder what our baby would have looked like… Little pink she-devil says,Girl, keep doing the nasty with that Greek god and you’re gonna find out.
Charlie! Get a hold of yourself.
He takes me in from the top of my head to the stiletto sandals on my feet. “God. Damn. You look incredible.”
“Was just thinking the same thing about you. Although more of a PG-13 version.”
I suddenly feel shy, wondering if this whole sexy façade is really me.
His gaze heats further. “I’ve got plans for you. Come.” A heavy silver watch flashes on his wrist as he beckons to me.
Nervous butterfly wings tickle my belly. I take the arm he offers me. “Where are we going?”
“A place you seem interested in touring.” He gives me a hard stare.
The boathouse! Finally I’ll get to put this mystery to bed without sneaking around under the cover of night.
I keep my voice calm and even. “Oh yeah? Where to?”
“My dungeon.” The lust-filled smile he gives me heats my core.
Oh my gosh. His dungeon. His sex rooms! My stomach flip-flops, a white-hot heat trickling over my body. What kinds of torturous devices does he have down there? And will he ask for my consent before he uses them on me, or will he just do what he wants, regardless of my possible protests?
I tell my body not to break out in a sweat and risk ruining the delicate fabric of my dress. My sex clenches with each step I take, anticipating what’s to come. As we descend the stairs, I realize how crazy this is. That I’m still here. That I allowed him to have unprotected sex with me on his stairs, and now to lure me down to his seedy dungeon…
Right off the foyer there’s a small black door I missed before, its top shaped in an arch. The handle is a black iron ring. He pulls on it, the door opening to reveal a narrow stone staircase that curves as it lowers to the basement of the four-story tower.
