“I better be seeing you once you’ve finished things here.” I raise my chin, my flush diminishing, and mistress running wild, “you can thank me then.”
There. I put the ball in his court. He can do with it what he will. By the sight of that dimple, not to mention the devious glint he gives me, I’m having company.
He leans In and whispers, part seductive, part dominating.
“I’ll be there.” His eyes connect with mine, “oh- and, Lili?” I raise a brow as his smirk widens.
“Keep the boots on.”Thank you, Emma.
_CHAPTER 12- ALEXANDER_
“I think that sexuality is only attractive when it's natural and spontaneous.”
– Marilyn Monroe
“Have a great night guys.” I declare to Trent and Ford as we close up shop and head to our vehicles. Ford has plans to meet up with one of his married female friends, the fricken idiot, and Trent is meeting with a friend to help plan the next drag show, plus show off his new picture.
Yes, I saw it, and yes, it’s going in the ‘forget me’ pile of my brain.
There is a chill in the air that reminds me we are only in April and snow will still show itself.
I watch both men leave as I hop in my truck and start it, pressing high on the heated seat button then hitting defrost for the windshield.
*Shivers* Fuck, it’s cold out. I didn’t think to grab the coat hanging in the office.That’s alright. Lili will warm me up, after all, she did invite me over to ‘repay’ her for helping me this weekend.
All I could think about is how she looked with her hair wild and wavy, makeup dark and edgy, so sinfully delightful. We can’t forget that black mini skirt and,God damn, those sexy-as-hell thigh-high boots withjustthe right amount of heel on them.
Fuck. I never cared about clothing on a woman until tonight.
Like hell am I allowing that to go to waste; I just hope she’s still wearing it when I get there. I did tell her to keep it on.
In the back of my mind plays Nancy Sinatra’s,These Boots Are Made
For Walking.I don’t know about walking, but other activities, definitely.
Will she be a good girl and follow orders? Or will I have to do a little punishing?
Lili, the feisty little mistress she is, would say otherwise. Yet another turn-on with her. She’s dominant – I wonder just how much.
*devilishly*I’ve always wanted my own mistress.
One demand of mine: those thick thighs of hers will be wrapped around my waist, boots included, until I’ve had my fill.
Given how long I’ve gone without sex, the minutes might be short lived.
Ford found Lili’s art bag in his spot on the couch and offered, in the ever-so charming way of his, to be the one to drop it off to her.
Hell no.
He’s either trying to fuck with me or pull a Gavin and get in her pants.
Not happening; she’s mine.
*Stunned*Mine? Could Lili be mine?
Next question. Is there ever a good time to date?
Dating? Does she even want that?