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“Ugh, that is so mean!”
“I know.” With a giggle, Michelle nudged her toward the door. “Have fun tonight and be a good girl for Master Derek.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” It was more an acknowledgment than a promise. Because she secretly hoped Sadie had something up her sleeve that would ensure they all went to bed with red hot bottoms.
Michelle
God, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this nervous.
Derek letting Allie sleep over was honestly a godsend. Otherwise, Michelle would have spent all her time worrying about what Allie was doing, if she was lonely, if she needed her, that she never would have been able to really let go and enjoy her evening.
But on the heels of that relief came guilt. Was she a bad girlfriend for being so relieved that she didn’t have to worry?
Ugh. If she went down that rabbithole, she really wouldn’t enjoy her evening, and then the whole vacation would be a waste. Well, not a complete waste since Allie was obviously enjoying herself. It was wonderful to see her so in her element, surrounded by the friends she’d so easily made.
That was one of those things Michelle envied about her sweet, outgoing girlfriend. She knew she could come off as a bit standoffish, and most people didn’t bother trying to get past what they often saw as her just being a snob. Or worse, a total bitch. It usually didn’t bother her, but sometimes she did wish she was as good at making friends as Allie was.
Nick obviously didn’t think you were a snob.The thought brought a smile to her face as she shifted her hairdryer to the other hand, focusing the heat on the next clump of curls. She’d just washed her hair a couple days ago, but since he’d specifically requested that she wear it down, she wanted the curls to be fresh and shiny.
Should she feel guilty about that? They were just supposed to be playing together, for one night. Was it wrong for her to be putting so much effort into impressing him?
“Dammit, Forrester, get your shit together,” she mumbled to herself as she flipped her head down to get at the back of her hair. “There is nothing wrong with wanting to look nice for the man who is going to be tying you up and beating your ass. It’s perfectly normal.”
When her hair was finally dry, she slapped on some light makeup and made her way back into the bedroom to get dressed. Thankfully, Allie had put together a few different outfits when she’d packed their bags, so all Michelle had to do was pick which one she wanted to wear.
The red in the corset she chose was deeper than the dress she’d worn to dinner the night before. More of a wine color than scarlet, but it complemented her pale skin just as well. She added the matching black skirt, the kind that flounced when she walked, trimmed in the same shade as the corset. Slipping into a pair of sky-high black heels, she turned to the full-length mirror for a final check.
Oh, hell yeah. Nick was going to lose his mind.
With a smirk for her reflection, she grabbed a small black evening bag and tucked her ID and room key into it before heading out into the hallway.
Nick was waiting for her in the lobby, but his back was turned. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, she snuck up behind him and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Hello, Christmas Tree Man.”
The wide, welcoming smile on his face died a slow death when he turned and saw her. Taking a step back, he raked his gaze down her body and back up, and she could swear she felt the heat of it like a physical touch on her skin.
And when his eyes finally met hers again, they blazed with a possessive fire that nearly had her turning tail and running back to her room. The kind, playful Christmas Tree Man was nowhere to be found. In his place stood a man who was all Dom, who would take as he pleased, and damn the consequences.
Oh, man. She was in the best kind of trouble.
“You look… incredible,” he said, his voice a low rumble that made her clit throb in response. Lifting a hand to her hair, he twirled a curl around his finger and gave it a gentle tug. “Gorgeous.”
“Thank you. You clean up well.”
It was true. Instead of leathers, he’d opted for black jeans and a silky black shirt with the top few buttons undone. His hair was slicked back, still damp, letting her know he’d showered before meeting her. In one hand, he held a black duffel bag, and she just barely suppressed a shiver at the thought of what it might contain.
“Thank you. Any last-minute questions before we go down?”
“Nope. I’m good.”
“Hmmm.” Stepping forward, he gripped her chin. God, she’d missed that move, the way it instantly made her feel smaller, more submissive. “First things first, the second we step onto that elevator, I am Sir. If you fail to use my honorific, you will be punished. If you fail to follow my instructions at any time, you will be punished. If you get mouthy or bratty, you will be punished. Am I understood, little girl?”
“Yes.”
They weren’t on the elevator yet, so she deliberately left off the “Sir” just to see if it would get a rise out of him. His grip on her chin tightened just a bit, and his eyes flashed with enough warning to let her know thatheknew exactly what she was doing, but he didn’t reprimand her.
Releasing his hold on her chin, he moved his hand to the small of her back to guide her to the elevator bay. Just that one small touch had excitement buzzing along her skin.
