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Combing my fingers through my hair, I head down the street toward home. And Dani’s.
Just thinking of her loosens the tight ball constricting my chest. Seeing her would bring me considerable relief. Though I know I shouldn’t weigh her down with the events of my day, I pull out my phone and contemplate how horrible it would be to ask her out at this time of night.
Anticipation uncoils in my belly as I consider our conversation about rough play. Dani seemed fairly eager to try it, and I know just the place to take her.
Throwing caution to the wind, I press the call button next to Dani’s name and hold the phone to my ear. At the same time, I pick the path home that will take me right by her house.
“Hello?” Dani answers on the third ring.
“What are you doing tonight?” I ask, shifting easily into a playful tone at the sound of her sunny voice.
“You, hopefully,” she teases back. “I just finished washing the dishes and was planning on heading upstairs to do some homework or something.”
“Would you like to come out with me instead?”
“You have no idea how good that sounds,” she says.
“I was thinking I might show you a little bit more about… rough play,” I hint. “If you are in the mood.”
“Definitely in the mood for that,” she says breathily.
“Meet me outside in five minutes?”
Dani releases a quiet squeak. “You could give me a bit more warning! I’ll be as fast as I can.”
The call ends, and I smile darkly at the nervous excitement in her tone. This is exactly what I need to take my mind off things—Dani’s perfect body laid bare for me to see. And the taste of her excitement to drive me crazy.
If anyone can fill my mind with pleasure and bring me relief, it’s Dani. Just hearing her voice did wonders for my frayed nerves. A night with her will be far better than any sleep.
19
DANI
Giddy excitement makes my hands shake as I sort quickly through my clothes. I have no clue what someone might wear when their boyfriend suggests a night of rough play. But I don’t want to disappoint.
Is Efrem even my boyfriend?
Somehow, the term seems too childish to apply to the massive Russian bodyguard. There’s absolutely nothing boyish about him.
I snatch my sexiest pair of panties—high-waist black lace, cheeky, with satin ribbon crisscrossing up the back—and a matching bra. Stripping off my jeans and sweater, I change out my wardrobe. The bright-blue bodycon dress I pull on over my lingerie is more cute than sexy, but I’ve never really tried to dress provocatively before. At least it’s form-fitting. And it shows off my legs.
I’m ready in record time, only taking the quickest of glances in the mirror to check that my simple eye makeup is still in order. I finger-comb my straight platinum A-line bob, smoothing it over my scalp. Then I slip on a pair of strappy black heels and quietly open my bedroom door.
The hallway’s still, and I hope that means my parents are in their room, getting ready for bed. They tend to be early risers, so they usually call it a night about now. I definitely don’t want to have to explain where I’m going dressed like this at nine o’clock at night.
Walking on my toes to make as little noise as possible, I creep down the stairs and make it to the front door without anyone spotting me. Only after I step outside, into the brisk fall night, do I release the breath I was holding.
“Miss Richelieu,” Hanson greets me from his usual spot on the front porch.
And though I knew he would be there, it still makes my pulse quicken to know someone’s seeing me leave. “Hey, Hanson,” I greet casually as I spot Efrem waiting for me across the street. “Have a good night!” I call, skipping down the steps and heading confidently in his direction.
Hopefully, if I act like this is totally normal, Hanson won’t feel the need to say anything.
My heart stutters as Efrem’s intense blue eyes meet mine. I don’t really know what to expect from tonight. But after the last time I saw him, I’m excited to see what he has in mind. I keep reliving that night together. The way he pinned me against a wall and fucked me hard.
I never knew that pain could feel so good, or that his possessive fury could turn me on so much. But Efrem certainly sounded like he has some experience in the matter, and now I want to know just what he means by rough play.
“Hi,” I murmur, suddenly shy in my high heels and short dress as his gaze slides down my body to take in my outfit.Did I get too carried away?God, I hope I don’t look like just another one of the skanky club girls putting it all on display.
