Page 21 of Savage Game
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Day Nine
When Charlotte spotted her outfit for the day, she giggled. Her Master presented her with a white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a black tie. Sheer black stockings with garters and black stilettos finished the secretary-look she doubted was seen in many offices these days.
She shimmied into the skimpy white panties. No matter how she tried to adjust the bra, the cups didn’t want to cover her nipples. After her third unsuccessful attempt, she almost wanted to skip the pretty useless piece of lingerie completely but settled on having the underside of her breasts supported by the underwires.
She slid into the miniskirt. Although the black fabric was silk and beautiful, the skirt was so short, the hem played an erotic peek-a-boo with the strip of thigh above her stocking and showed off the garter.
God only knows how much of my ass Master is going to see being flashed every single time I move.
A bit shocked that the very thought didn’t have her immediately attempting to tug the skirt down, she shook her head and reached for the blouse which wasn’t much better. Although long-sleeved and with buttons all the way to her throat, the material was see-through and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
A bit uncomfortable, she moved in front of the mirror to work her hair in an elegant French twist and put on some discreet make-up.
The sight of her own reflection stole her breath away. The strain and worry lines were fading from her face and her body wasn’t as gaunt, but the largest differences were her sparkling eyes and ready smile.
I’m happy for the first time since Poppa got diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.
Not even on her wedding day, when she wasn’t aware of how her relationship with Liam would evolve, had she been a carefree and happy bride because worry for Poppa overshadowed that day.
She applied a thin layer of mascara, no need for concealing layers of foundation—her skin held a healthy glow nowadays. After she capped the tube and screwed the lid tight, she almost skipped out of her bedroom, eager to start a new day.
It seems like I’m finally finding my footing.
She grinned and closed the bedroom door.
Even in ridiculously high stilettos.
10
Day Ten
Until now, today had been an utter disaster. When Master told her at breakfast they would be attending the annual Lewis-Duncan charity event, her hands started to tremble so badly she spilled coffee all over the kitchen counter.
When she packed the dishwasher not forty minutes later, she dropped a plate and the shattered pieces lay in a disarray over the kitchen floor in a resemblance of her skittering thoughts. After cleaning up the mess, she joined Master in his home office and tried to focus on her tasks to no avail. She had to double-check every folder she filed because she was liable to get everything in the wrong place.
“You know what?”
She lifted her gaze from the pile with letter “M” customers and saw Master studying her instead of focusing on his computer screen.
“I think we’re done for today.”
“Done? But it isn’t even lunchtime.”
“I know.” The corners of his mouth lifted and the scars beside his eye puckered.
She wanted to kiss every line and dip marring his gorgeous features.
“We’re skipping this afternoon.”
“Skipping? Like taking the day off?”
He hummed.
“You can’t!”
“Don’t sound so appalled.” He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked. “I’m the boss, Kittycat. What makes you think I can’t take the afternoon off?”
