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“Fabulous good morning to you, Sir.” She looped one arm around him and nuzzled into his neck.

Her hair tickled his chest, and her body curled alluringly against his.

“Thank you for taking care of the dogs and for letting me sleep those few extra minutes…” She resituated herself so she was more comfortable. “Oh, and for brewing coffee. You could be the perfect Dom.”

This morning, she was no longer fighting him as he did things to make her life a little easier. Instead, she offered gratitude, which made him want to do even more for her. “Anything for such a delectable morsel.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

Since his cock was already thickening, he said, “I may have an idea or two.”

“I was hoping you did.”

He reached down and picked up his cooled cup of coffee, and she placed hers on the table.

“Shall I go sit over there?”

“Not a chance.”

For a long time, neither of them said anything, content to watch the pets and the occasional wary deer.

“Go with me to a silent auction Friday night?”

Chapter Twelve

With one of her palms on his chest, she pushed back a little so she could see his eyes. “I beg your pardon, Sir?”

“I need a gorgeous date. Dinner, dancing. At the Moline in downtown Denver.” Until the words came out of his mouth, he’d had no real intention of attending the event.

His Aunt Mame chaired the event every year.

In the past, he and Eleanor had been regulars, but since her death, he’d declined every invitation.

This year, his aunt had informed him she’d reached the end of her patience. If he didn’t show up of his own free will, she would come to his house and drag him into her limo by his ear.

Niles was too smart to underestimate the steamroller that was Mame. “You’d be doing me a huge favor.” He smoothed Brandy’s hair back from her face so he could see her expression.

“The Moline?” she repeated.

The historic property housed one of Denver’s boutique hotels. It was fancy, upscale and was located on the fun and interesting Sixteenth Street Mall. Aunt Mame loved the fact that, on any given night, it was possible to see a wide range of humanity, from up-and-coming buskers to convention goers, sports stars, executives, and politicians. Since there were some excellent restaurants along the street, almost anyone who spent time in downtown Denver could be seen passing by.

“I’m confused, Sir. Do you want me to attend as your submissive?”

“Good God, no.” Mame and Denver’s wealthiest would be scandalized. “As my companion.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“Yes is the perfect answer.”

She pursed her lips. “Maybe I don’t know how to behave in public.”

“Try again.”

“Maybe you don’t want me to get to know your friends. How will I answer questions about how we know each other, where we met, what I do for a living?”

With the mutinous set of her jaw and the way she worried a strand of hair, he read her anxiety. Coming from someone so self-assured, the reaction shocked him. “There will be no questions.”

“It’s not that easy, Sir.”

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