Page 72 of Pretty Little Thing

“Will we see each other tomorrow?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Anytime after five. I work in the morning.”

I smile. “You never take a day off, do you?”

“Look who’s talking,” he jokes. “Do you want to meet at the club?”

I imagine the dark, silent rooms on the third floor. Pink lights and time limits. “No,” I answer. “Come to my place.”

He pauses. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I bite my lip. “I want to submit to you. I want you to teach me how.”

“Is that what you really want?” he asks, his voice low and wonderful.

“Come to my place,” I say again. “I have a condo on Michigan Avenue.”

He hums. “Of course you do.”

I grin. “Six o’clock. The Bailey building. Unit 4.”

“Again, Nora… are you sure?” he asks.

His voice curls around my spine.

“Yes, Mr. Snow,” I say.

“Then, I’ll be there.”

“Six o’clock,” I repeat.

“Six o’clock.” He makes that sound; that delicious, quick laugh I can’t get enough of. “I have to get back to work.”

I shiver with anticipation. “Goodnight, Mr. Snow.”

“Goodnight, Ms. Payne.”

He hangs up but I sit in place for a few more seconds just listening to the silent hum in my ears. Once again I start salivating like a damn dog at the sound of his voice. Mind-blowing, body-tingling…

“Hey, Nora!” Melanie slaps the door. “You fall in or something?”

“No.” I shove my phone into my skirt pocket. “I’m good.”

“Hurry up. Trix just got another dick pic and I have opinions.”

I laugh. “Be right out.”

As I stand, I catch sight of myself in the mirror again. My cheeks are flushed red. My eyes are bright and shimmering. For one damn second, I actually look relaxed. No thoughts of work or responsibility. No weight on my shoulders or creases in my brow. Just pure, blissful relaxation.

“Yes, Mr. Snow,”I say to my smile again.

---