Page 14 of Savage Game
Clue number two—she is trying to ignore me but is it because she’s displeased with me or uncertain about herself?
“You look lovely today and your hair is beautiful worn down. However, it’s hiding you from my view a bit too much for my liking.”
She stilled, and her fingers trembled as she placed a file meticulously into the cabinet drawer. Her gaze slid to him, began to lower, paused on his bicep, and snatched back up as if she caught herself doing something forbidden. Her cheeks had turned a lovely pink. Did arousal, embarrassment or displeasure cause the flush?
After a short pause, she straightened her spine. “Thank you, Sir. Is that all? Should I make lunch now?”
“In a moment.” He rose, prowled over to her side of the room, and invaded her personal space. “Why are you putting distance between us?” He used his finger under her chin to keep her gaze connected with his. “Aren’t we getting along well?”
“Um.” With an audible intake of air, she stepped away from him. “We are doing fine as far as I’m concerned, but you’re the one who made the bargain.” She tipped her head back, finally giving him her green glittering pools of defiance.
Ah, a smile tickled the sides of his mouth; there was his little kitten.
Turns out she hasn’t lost her claws.
“It’s getting late, and I should make lunch.” When she turned sideways and tried to brush past him, he blocked her physical retreat. He stood close enough to snag her arm and halt her movement. If only the mental retreat was as easy to block.
She froze at the contact, and the vein in her neck pulsed rapidly.
“Hold on, Kittycat,” he murmured and brushed his fingers along the delicate shell of her ear and down the column of her throat to her jumping pulse. “You’ve tried to ignore me all day, just snapped at me, and now you’re trying to control how things go between us. I think you’ve earned yourself a punishment.”
She cringed away as if she expected a blow.
Bloody stupid husband of hers!
“Hand me the dress.” He let go of her arm and held out his hand.
“No.” With a horrified expression, she took a step back, and another one—which made her collide with the filing cabinet.
Byron didn’t move.
Biting her trembling lip, she peeked up at him through her lashes.
Cute, but she wasn’t going to soften or deter him.
Heaving a sigh, she unbuckled the belt, letting the buttonless dress fall open and shrugged out of the fabric. She didn’t look at him as she handed over the belt and the silken gown.
Despite blonde locks shielding them, he could see her small bare breasts flushing with color as her breath hitched. A concave waist flared into hips that would be gorgeous with a bit more padding. Slender legs trembled slightly as her fingertips brushed against her sides. Beautiful yet not enough. He slowly dragged his eyes up to capture her gaze before he dropped his to rest on the thong, and he waited.
Her nipples pebbled.
The muscles in her thighs flexed and the hands beside her hips fisted into tight balls.
Patiently, Byron waited.
Charlotte hooked her fingers in the bands of the undergarment and lowered the scrap of fabric over her hips, down her legs, and placed the tiny patch of lace on his hand.
Then she straightened and gave him his first view of her pussy in the four long days she’d been his. Suddenly, he wasn’t hungry for lunch anymore, but she held up her side of the bargain and so would he.
Cursing himself for being honorable, he stepped back. “Be sure to put on an apron while cooking. I don’t want any accidents happening with your delicate white skin.” Without checking her reaction to his words, he strode back to his desk, effectively dismissing her.
Still without her clothing after lunch, Charlotte knelt on a pillow beside Master’s polished dress shoes as he attended an online meeting, where he convinced three other businessmen to invest in a charity project.
The man can sell ice to an Inuit or sand to an Emir and his customers would be happy and sing his praises.
Her Master was well liked and respected by his peers and so different from her husband. She closed her eyes.
Not my Master. He is Mister Nolan and an asshole who made me walk around naked and kneel at his feet.
