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He said nothing, neither encouraging her nor making other suggestions. A moment ago, he’d said it was up to her, and he obviously meant it, which helped her begin to accept him as a Top. “I’m fine with it.”
Once her decision was made, he entered the small space, and she followed, standing to one side while he placed his bag on the desk. The resulting thud seemed to echo off the walls, though that had to be impossible over the thumping percussion of the club’s Christmas music.
They were often in close quarters at work, but there was a professional barrier between them.
Protectively she wrapped her arms around herself as Frost unbuttoned one of his cuffs. He began to roll it back but then stopped and looked at her. “On second thought, I’d prefer you to do this for me.”
Unmoving, she blinked.
“Is that a problem, sub?”
The word rolled off his tongue naturally with a sensual lilt. But it cascaded conflicting emotions through her. At the club, she’d played with plenty of Tops, but none of them had asked her to do anything like this.
Was this different because they had a preexisting relationship? Or was it because he was asking her to do something that seemed so personal?
“Come here, Ms. Robbins.”
She had a safe word, but a traitorous part of her didn’t want to use it.
“We need to be comfortable with each other in order to convince my grandmother we’re in love.”
Love?Where had that ridiculous suggestion come from?
Another small smile flirted with his lips. This version of him was oh-so-tempting.
“You can’t stay ten feet away from me at Gran’s.”
Telling herself he was making sense, she closed the distance between them, almost tripping over the upturned toes of her silly elf shoes.
When they stood inches apart, with him towering over her, her pulse galloped.
He offered his arm for her to roll back the sleeve.
After placing her unopened Christmas present on the desk, she avoided making eye contact with him, and instead focused on her task. But the instant her fingers glanced off his skin, electricity sizzled through her.
Surprised, she looked up. Had he experienced that too?
For a moment, neither of them breathed.
Then he spoke. “Keep going.” His tone was clipped and gruffer than even a minute before.
As quickly as possible, she did as he’d requested—ordered?—then stepped back.
“Now unpack my bag.”
“Why?” She blinked.
“I want every part of you to be engaged in this scene.”
Then, instead of saying anything further, he waited for her to do as he said.
The man next to her was no longer the jovial Santa he’d pretended to be. In his place was a badass, alpha Dominant.
Frost’s words and actions melded together, triggering a deep longing inside her. She wanted to escape her life, yearned to submit, if only for an hour.
Her fingers trembled as she unzipped the duffel with its unusual logo on the side—some sort of owl, maybe?
As she stared at the contents, her eyes widened. Were his toys a reflection of his preferences?
