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“Are you okay?”
“Maybe a little woozy still.”
He grinned as if she had given him the biggest compliment ever. “I’ll remove the electrical tape.”
“That’s not necessary. I can—”
“It wasn’t a request.”
His tone, combined with the throbbing in his temple, she recognized. If she had the energy, she’d argue with him. But since he’d left her ragged, she clamped her mouth shut.
After standing, he exerted the right amount of pressure to pull off the black strips without damaging her skin. Her nipples were swollen, reaching demandingly toward him.
For a moment, it appeared he might brush them with his thumbnails, but instead, he turned to pick up her costume.
While she slipped into her dress and shoes, he packed his bag, then grabbed sanitizing wipes from another side pocket. How many more secrets did the duffel hold?
After cleaning up the space, he offered her the handcuffs and elf hat. “I’ll drive you home.”
“That’s not—”
“Necessary,” he cut in. “Nevertheless we scened. It’s late. You can waste your breath, but I won’t back down. Or you can yield to the inevitable, and we can be on our way. What will it be? Getting home quickly or arguing with me?”
This was the implacable man she knew so well.
In under five minutes, she’d reclaimed her bag, changed shoes, and he was maneuvering her toward the exit. Once again, he was in total control.
At the reception desk, Destiny stopped them to offer her thanks. “You were both amazing. I’ve heard rave reviews about Santa and his elf.” She studied them both. “Seems like you make a great team.”
Did they?
“It was my pleasure.” Though Frost had responded to Destiny, he’d kept his gaze trained on Kaylee.
Being the object of his total attention gave her an illicit thrill.
After taking a breath, she responded to Destiny. “I had fun. Please thank Milady for thinking of me.”
“Now that you did so well, I’m sure she’ll be asking you to do it again next year.”
The idea plummeted her thoughts into freefall.
Where would she be a year from now? And how would she deal with Frost after they’d shared this experience.
“Shall we?”
His question dragged her back to reality.
Placing his hand possessively on her back, he guided her toward the stairs.
Outside, an oversize SUV with beautiful sleek lines waited at the curb. The back door stood open, and a chauffeur—complete with a black cap—waited.
Frost led her straight toward the vehicle.
Of course he had a private driver. Though the realization didn’t surprise her, it was a jolting reminder of the differences between their backgrounds. He was wealthy beyond belief while she struggled to pay her bills.
She couldn’t allow herself to forget, even for a moment, that what was happening was nothing more than make believe.
Once she was sealed inside the vehicle with its butter-soft leather seats, he slid in beside her and uncapped a chilled bottle of water that was waiting in a cup holder. “Drink some of this.”
