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To my surprise, I also find a small bag of makeup in the case. It’s all new, so I think Kennedy must have bought it for me. I’ve only ever bought the cheapest items from a two-dollar shop, but these are named brands, and I investigate the box of eyeshadows and the other items with pleasure.
I don’t know a lot about makeup application, so I keep it simple. Ooh, concealer! At last, something to hide the dark shadows under my eyes. A touch of powder. A brush of bronze across my lids, a sweep of mascara, and a slick of lip gloss. Then I pull on the dress—it’s a little loose across the bodice, and it feels odd to be showing so much leg as I hardly ever wear skirts. But paired with the sandals—which just fit—it looks quite nice.
Lastly, I study my hair. I’d clipped it up, like I always do, but now I release the clip and let it tumble past my shoulders. I give it a good brush, and it goes a bit fluffy. I’m still not keen on the color, but I know Saxon likes it, so I decide to leave it down.
Will he like my new girly image? I have no idea what he’ll think.
Oh well, I can’t put it off forever. Gathering my courage in both hands, I go out of the bedroom and down to the living room to see his response.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saxon
I finish my emails, read through a report from Richard Mason, then realize it’s eleven thirty. Probably time to start getting ready for lunch. I take my coffee mug out to the kitchen, then open the fridge and get myself a bottle of water.
It’s only when I close the fridge that I see Catie standing in the doorway. I do a comical double take. Jesus. She looks completely different. She’s wearing a dress that hangs beautifully over her bump and makes her look curvy and sexy. Her arms and legs are bare—wow, she has great legs. Although she’s still thin, she already looks as if she’s put on a couple of pounds. Her face has lost its pallor, and her freckles give her skin some color. Her hair hangs past her shoulders in glorious red waves. She’s even wearing a touch of makeup, and her eyes look sultry.
I already thought she was gorgeous, but seeing her standing there, shy and yet mischievous too, makes me melt inside.
Putting down the bottle, I walk slowly up to her, fixing her gaze with mine. She backs away as I get closer, meeting the door with a bump.
I stand in front of her, my heart racing, and study her mouth.
“So you like the outfit?” she says.
My lips curve up. “What gives you that impression?”
Her green eyes are mischievous, hot.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I scold.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Jesus.”
“What is it about that word? No, don’t give me that exasperated look. I’m genuinely curious.”
“I dunno.”
“Now, now,” she scolds, “you told me I needed to learn to analyze my feelings, so you don’t get away with that.”
“Fair enough.” I think about it, studying her mouth. “I guess it makes me feel… experienced. Older. It makes you seem submissive, and me dominant.”
“Wow. I see. Are you into S&M?”
I laugh. She’s shy and hesitant so often that I forget she’s not completely inexperienced. I think about our first time together, and the way she said,I’m here to fuck the living daylights out of you, boy.She wasn’t shy at taking her pleasure from me. I have to remember that.
I look back into her eyes. “I enjoy being in charge, if that’s what you mean.”
We look at each other for a long time.
I want to kiss her. But I feel uncertain as to whether it’s the right thing to do. Plus, we need to head over to my parents.
Leaning down, I kiss between her brows, and she sighs. “Let me have a quick shower and get changed, and we’ll get going,” I murmur, and head off to the bathroom.
*
Soon, we’re in the Aston on our way to my parents’ house.
