Page 53 of Enthrall Climax
Water swooshed in the tub, giving away her presence. Pleasant images of her naked and surrounded by bubbles aroused me—a seductive distraction from Shay derailing my day.
“Why is the door locked?”
“Is it?” She called back.
“We’re going out for dinner, remember?”
“I remember.”
“I poured you a glass of wine.” She could have mine.
She didn’t answer and a wave of doubt hit me. Perhaps our office scene had been too intense. Or maybe it was Shay prepping her pussy. Either way, talking to her through the door was problematic. I needed to observe her body language and read her expressions.
“I’ll have this one then.”
Making my way back to the kitchen, I took a sip of wine and was impressed by the delicious, full-bodied flavor. I made a mental note to order a crate.
I set my glass on the central island and pulled the box toward me. After prying open the lid, I stared at the plainly iced cake. I dipped a finger into the frosting and it sunk through the sponge. I brought my creamed finger to my lips.
“Don’t!”
With my fingertip a millimeter from my mouth, I frowned at Mia and then lowered my hand, reaching for a napkin. “What’s wrong with it?”
She was wrapped in a plush towel and her damp hair tumbled over her shoulders. Her make-up was smudged with that bad girl chic and her eyes were red. My stare moved down to her left ankle and that delicate blue and green hummingbird tattoo I adored.
Mia yanked open her towel to reveal her stunning nakedness and her irresistibly bejeweled pussy, with those chains dangling over her hips. She looked like Mata Hari and that was the point.
She sniffed, breaking the spell.
A wrench of pain hit me at seeing her distraught. Running through all I’d done today, I settled on her finding out I’d ordered her transfer to my floor.
Still unsure, I went with, “You could have taken it off. You know that, right?”
“I like it.” She looked down at herself. “It reminds me who I belong to.”
Delving into the female brain was not without its risks; she may or may not reveal what was bothering her anytime soon and along the way she’d lay a few distractions like landmines waiting to be stepped on. I usually loved exploring these complex machinations, but not when Mia was hurting.
I took a sip of wine. “Are you angry about moving to my department?”
“Dana knows already.”
“I was hoping to discuss it tonight. Go over the details.”
“Don’t I get a say?”
“I thought we’d already decided on this?”
“She made it sound imminent and not the two weeks we’d agreed upon.”
I questioned what was safe to share after the time I’d spent at The Dionysus Club.
“You’re not going with my design are you?” she added.
“When it comes out that you and I are romantically involved there will be accusations of favoritism.”
“When were you going to tell me you don’t like it?”
“I love it.”
