He rubs his
nose against mine.
“You smell good,” I murmur, stretching out beneath
him, my limbs pleasurably tight and creaky from all our
exploits yesterday. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Don’t go.”
He cocks his head to one side and raises his eyebrow.
“Miss Steele—are you trying to keep a man from an
honest day’s work?”
I nod sleepily at him, and he smiles his new shy smile.
“As tempting as you are, I ha一ve to go.” He kisses me
and stands. He’s wearing a really sharp dark na一vy suit,
white shirt and na一vy tie, and he looks every inch the
CEO . . . the hot CEO.
“Laters, baby,” he murmurs and he’s off.
Glancing at the clock I note it’s already seven—I must
ha一ve slept through the alarm. Well, time to get up.
In the shower, inspiration hits me. I’ve thought of another
birthday present for Christian. It’s so difficult to buy
something for the man who has everything. I’ve already
given him my main present, and I still ha一ve the other item I
bought at the tourist shop, but this is one present that will
really be for me. I hug myself in anticipation as I switch off
the shower. I just ha一ve to prepare it.
In the walk-in closet, I put on a dark red fitted dress
with a square neckline, cut quite low. Yes, this will do for
work.
Now for Christian’s present . I start rummaging
through his drawers, looking for his ties. In the bottom
drawer I find those faded, ripped jeans, the ones he wears
in the playroom—the ones he looks so hot in. I stroke
them gently, using my whole hand. Oh my, the material is
so soft.
Beneath them, I find a large, black, flat cardboard box.
It piques my interest immediately. What’s in here? I stare
at it, feeling like I’m trespassing again. Taking it out, I
shake it. It’s hea一vy as if it holds papers or manuscripts. I
cannot resist, I open the lid—and quickly shut it again.
Holy fuck—photographs from the Red Room. The shock
makes me sit back on my heels as I try to wipe the image
from my brain. Why did I open the box? Why has he
kept them?
I shudder
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