Page 17 of Dark Knight

The drive back to the house was awkward, to say the least. It didn't help that my body was still flushed with desire from what happened in the dressing room, or that Hudson was quiet, as though nothing had happened.

Maybe to him, it was nothing.

When we pulled up to the house, I didn't expect Dylan to be waiting for us. It was like he knew we'd be coming home, which could only mean that Hudson texted him to tell him we were on the way. When he did that, I had no idea.

Dylan's hands were stuffed into his immaculately tailored black pants, and the silver of his belt buckle winked in the light as we approached, making me realize just how dark it had become. It was basically night, with the last few rays of sunlight seeping from the sky. We had spent a good couple of hours shopping, which was probably more time than I had spent on it for most of my life.

If I was being honest, I was beat and ready to go to bed. All I wanted to do was flop down on that big comfy mattress, wrap myself in the comforter like a burrito, and not move until tomorrow. Apparently, that wasn't in the cards.

"We got the basics and just about everything I could think of that she might need." Hudson's voice sounded more than a little irritated. A complete one-eighty from how he'd been in the dressing room.

"Good work. Let's see some of it, shall we?" Dylan smiled over at me.

He really wanted to see the clothes that Hudson picked out for me? I couldn't help but feel a little like a doll at this point. I was just being moved around from place to place, dressed up, and told where to go, what to do, and who to fuck.

"Show him the dresses from the second store," Hudson directed as we all walked into the mansion. "You can change in there." He pointed toward a door off the hallway.

I nodded as Hudson handed me the bags and disappeared into what turned out to be a downstairs bathroom. After finding the bag associated with the store Hudson mentioned, I changed as quickly and efficiently as possible before popping back out and standing in the doorway to a family room area so both of them could see me.

The creamy material folded in a way that gave the dress a sweeping structure and emphasized my curves without looking overtly sexual. It was probably the least sexy dress we had purchased. I gave a little twirl and Dylan nodded. "Next." As I walked back to the bathroom, I could hear the low murmur of their voices, which felt oddly calming.

We repeated this process over and over again until we finally got to the last dress. It was the one I was most uncomfortable in. This dress left me with skin showing in places that I never would have expected. The front was only held together by a few strings of material and barely covered what needed to be covered. The dress was completely backless except for the skirt. One tug on the right piece of string, and the whole thing would come undone.

"Leave that one on." Dylan's gaze roamed over me making me want to hide and show off at the same time. I wanted him to find me attractive, wanted him to want me like I wanted him. "Let's go and show you the club you'll be working at–I think it's the safest bet for you. I like the ponytail as well. Keep that." He turned to Hudson, "Call Alice down and have her take the things up to Evie's room."

Hudson pressed a button on the wall, and I assumed that this would somehow call Alice, whoever she was. Maybe she was the maid whose clothes I had borrowed.

Dylan's gaze stopped at my feet. "Do you have heels?"

I nodded and retrieved the bag that came from the shoe store we stopped at on the way. I took out a box and slipped into the heels which were some fairly standard strappy stilettos. I didn't particularly want to wear them without breaking them in, but it didn't appear as though I had much of a choice. Once I had them on, Dylan circled me, looking me up and down.

"Very good. Walk to the couch and back to me."

I didn't know what to make of the request, but I did as he asked. I could feel him watching me the entire time, silently judging whether I was good enough for something. I wasn't sure what, though.

"Go and take a seat on the couch." I walked over and did as he asked, perching on the dark brown leather. The slinky fabric of the dress had other ideas though, and I slid against the leather of the couch in a way that had me moving backward instead of sitting on the edge like I intended. "You're very compliant." Dylan raised an eyebrow as he moved over to the other couch, leaning against the back. "Why are you doing everything that I tell you to do? You haven't even objected to me telling you that you'll be working at a strip club."

The strip part of the club was news to me. And I said as much. "You only called it a club up until this point, so why would I object? Also, nothing you've asked me to do has been bad or uncomfortable. Plus, you saved me. I owe you a debt, not just monetary."

"And how far are you willing to go to pay off that debt?" he asked, his voice soft and full of promise. Whether it was a promise of pleasure or pain, I couldn't tell.

My heart thudded in my chest at the implication of his question. How far was I willing to go? He had seen me naked. Hudson had bought me lingerie that would please him. It was fairly obvious where this was all heading. Honestly, there were much worse options than Dylan. Like Sean, for example. At least Dylan didn't make my skin crawl when he touched me. "I haven't decided yet," I said honestly.

"So if I ask you to spread your legs right now, would you?"

"Do you mean actually spreading my legs, or are you talking about fucking me? Because those are two different things."

"Just spread your legs."

I did as he asked, aware that I was exposing myself to him with how high the skirt of the dress hiked up my thighs. I was wearing a pair of panties from earlier–the ones Hud picked out for me to wear home, since the ones I'd worn out weren't particularly sexy. It wasn't the same lingerie that Hud made me come in, since that was a whole outfit, but these were just as filthy as that lingerie. After everything Hud and I did in the dressing room, I drenched these as soon as I put them on.

"Hudson told me what you did. What he did. In the dressing room."

I wasn't sure whether Dylan was going to be upset or not. It wasn't like he had staked any claim over me. Sure he had been the one that decided to rescue me, but that didn’t mean I was only his. "What are your feelings about that?" I was genuinely curious.

"Jealousy." That single word made me throb with anticipation. He was jealous that Hudson touched me, even though Hudson used Dylan's name in order to do so. "Especially since Hud doesn't usually touch women. At all."

That was news to me.

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