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“I laid out a little gift for you. Wear it and come down for dinner. I am sure you are very hungry right now, as I am, but not for the same reason.” She could hear him grumbling the last part in her head.

Her eyes continued reading. “I took everything that you could possibly try to cover yourself with except the towels; very generous of me to give you that.” As she read, she could hear his sardonic tone in her head. “But don’t test me and use them to cover yourself because you will be eating completely naked if you try it. See you soon.”

She crumpled up the paper in fury and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and then dropped onto the carpet.

He was pranking her and trying to humiliate her as well. He was going too far with this, and she would not give him the satisfaction of letting him win.

She picked up the lingerie and saw that it was a wrap with a body suit. She growled. The body suit had cutouts in the front to expose her breasts and nipples, the wire bra on the outside to push her boobs up in offering. The crotch at the bottom of the suit had an opening for her vagina to be exposed, and the bottom of the back was also open to display her butt cheeks.

She lifted the wrap and saw that it would be long enough to cover a bit, better in the front, but not fully over her ass. Then she spotted another note.

“If you don’t come down in 15 minutes after the shower stops, I have a video of you in the shower, yelling my name. I will release it. How will that look to your family, friends, and clientele? You in the washroom getting off and calling my name. Proving to everyone that what you did at the auction was deliberate and not a joke as you claim.”

“You bastard, you wouldn’t dare.”

She saw an arrow pointing down on the paper and turned it over. “In a heartbeat, babe, and you should know that from our years of friendship.” She knew now that she should not have gone through with her attempt at a joke. She knew when Michael was really pissed off, he was like a dog with a bone until he felt satisfied with his revenge. She just never thought that he would turn that on her.

“I should have let Peter beat the shit out of you that day and never stepped in to help,” she said with fury, tears of hurt and humiliation trickling down her cheeks.

She swiped them away angrily and then went into the washroom to put on the lingerie. Once she got the body suit on, she looked at herself in the mirror. It fit her perfectly; the wire holding up her exposed breasts was just right, and she was very heavy on top. He must have had this specially made for her in order for her large breasts to fit through the openings and for the wire to hold up their weight. The suit was cinched at her tiny waist and flared out at her broad hips, the bottom covering half of her exposed buttocks but leaving her pussy exposed in the front. This lingerie was meant for his pleasure, and she began to get wet when she imagined his head between her legs at her exposed opening, licking and tongue-fucking her.

She turned to the side, and her eyes ran down her sculpted yet voluptuous body. Dressed in all red, she had to admit that she looked damn good in this.

Although Ambra usually dressed in loose, comfortable clothing, she loved wearing lingerie and had a closet full of tailored pieces.

She smoothed her hands down over the cotton lace, liking the feel of it on her skin, and cast her eyes up to her face to see the look of excitement on it, even though in her head, she was denying that she really wanted this, and from the feel of his cock earlier, he seemed to want it to. He might not like it, but he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to her as well.

She gave a half smirk, a new look of determination taking over her expression. If he thought he had the upper hand, she was about to turn the tables on him.

Chapter 4

Goddamn! Michael almost exploded into his silk pajama shorts when Ambra finally made her entrance into the dining area.

He got semi hard every time he thought about the feeling of her body pressed against his and the way she had melted into him when he had kissed her in the conference room. If his brother had not walked in, he would have taken her right there.

And now he had to grip the arms of his chair tightly to keep himself from lunging across the table and flinging everything off to have a taste of her. Hell, more than just a taste... He wanted to feast.

The way Ambra entered the room had his whole body at attention. She walked in like a sultry goddess in the red lingerie he bought her, her feet bare and looking cute enough to nibble on. He’d love to put her toe in his mouth to suck, and he wondered fleetingly if she liked getting her toes licked and sucked on. For some women it was a turn-on, and he didn’t mind pleasing them that way, but for some reason, with Ambra he wanted to do everything to her to bring them both pleasure.

His gaze took in her sexy walk, his eyes fascinated by the roll of her hips as she made her way to her chair. He liked how the red looked against her dark skin, and he had the lingerie specifically tailored to her body measurements with the help of her sister Diamond.

He flushed suddenly, like a kid caught gawking at something he liked, when she cleared her throat expectantly, standing by the chair and waiting for him to be a gentleman and pull it out for her.

Michael thought about adjusting himself, but then, he wanted her to see how he was reacting to her. So he stood up to make his way over to her, his stride cocky and confident that she would like what she was seeing. Michael took great pride in his appearance and loved working out. He was sculpted without being too bulky and liked the clean look on his skin. He had no facial hair and shaved his chest. He loved feeling women’s hands on his body and didn’t want anything to take away from the skin-on-skin feeling.

He watched her hooded gaze as he approached and saw her lips slightly part as she took in his form and his hard cock pointing towards her. Her lower lip got sucked into her mouth, and he let out a grunt of surprise when he felt heat go from his loins to his already hardened member.

Michael wanted those plump lips all over his body, especially wrapped around his member and sucking hard, which was ready for her.

He pulled out her chair, and after she sat down and he pushed her chair back in, he leaned down and drew her scent into his nostrils. He hummed out loud because he loved the smell of coco butter and the way it smelled on her. Then he went to taste her skin with his tongue, running it down the side of her neck. He heard her moan and then tilted her neck for him to give him more room. His fingers danced across the lace on her shoulders, and he began to tug it down when he heard a clearing of a throat. He straightened up slowly to glance over at the chef he had hired for the night. The man was supposed to cook and serve the meal, not come all the way in and stand there eyeing Ambra.

He arched an eyebrow, and the male chef mimicked him by raising his own, causing him to grin at the man’s arrogant and cocky behavior.

A friend of the family had recommended the chef when Michael had made inquiries to have someone at the chalet to cook meals for him and Summer for the date she was supposed to win at the auction held at his family’s hotel opening.

The man was a famous chef that owned his own chain of restaurants around the world. He also catered private events and was known for his discretion at all the elite parties he cooked at. Michael was sure the man had probably seen everything at these parties. He was also the heir to a major cosmetic company that he was set to take over when his father passed away.

Colin (Cole) Norris III was his name, and he was the ultimate player who refused to settle down and get married like his family wanted him to. The bio that Michael had requested was very detailed.

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