Page 120 of Reckless Vow

My meeting is starting…

I roll my eyes, but before I can respond, my phone rings with an unknown number. I answer to speak with one of Baldo’s men, asking for permission to bring up a package.

Within minutes, I’m staring at a sleek black box.

Your package arrived.

I don’t expect an answer because of his meeting. I save my file again and go to make my tea. A message pings again.

Baldo

Open it.

Me: I thought you had a meeting.

Baldo

Open it.

Jesus, you’re bossy.

Baldo

Brook!

God, I can almost hear him growl. Dominant bastard.

I take off my shirt and bra and pose, licking the rim of his favorite espresso cup. It takes me several takes before I’m satisfied, but I finally get a pic that I’m happy with. Salacious but tasteful.

I send it and get dressed, waiting for his reply. Instead of a message, my phone rings.

“Brook speaking,” I say innocently.

“What the fuck, Brook? I dropped the phone and now I have to bleach my associates’ eyes,” he says with urgency, but softly.

I guess he is still within earshot of his current company.

I laugh. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to impede your business negotiations, but you were so strict and businesslike in your messages I needed to make sure your personality didn’t get lost on your flight.”

He snorts. “I have to get back. Have you opened the package?” His voice is more relaxed now, and it rumbles through me like a symphony.

“Let me do it now.”

“Are you still topless?”

“Maybe.”

He groans and I giggle.

With a knife, I slice the tape at the edges, then lift the lid and remove the pink tissue paper.

“You didn’t want me to feel lonely?” I drawl, pulling out a vibrator and a silk gown so skimpy it will literally cover nothing. It’s more of an accessory.

“Wear that when I come home. I’m arriving at eight. You start playing with it at seven, and don’t stop until I arrive.”

He hangs up. What the hell?

Goosebumps sprout all over my skin and I clench my core, squeezing my tights together as if that will stop the heat his words sparked.

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