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“We both get satisfaction from it,” Andrew agreed.

“Is he there?”

“Took a cold shower. Refused to let me ease his… tension.”

“Still naked?”

“Wearing a towel,” Andrew swept his eyes over Ryan. “I’m not telling you what to do but I have to say, I want to see how you take him over.”

“Are you being an alphahole?”

“No, sharing some of what I thought about last night.”

“Can you really cook?” Annabel hunted up the article and reread it. He’d said he liked cooking.

“I like cooking.”

“Good. Come with Ryan tonight and cook for me.”

“What about my punishment,” Andrew asked.

“You’ll find out more when you get here,” she evaded answering him.

“You’re torturing me,” Andrew growled.

“Seven. Be on time or be punished.” Annabel hung up the phone and giggled.

Annabel stood in her closet.She saw business clothes and conservative clothes. She didn’t see what she wanted.

“Mom, what do you want to say? You always tell me to dress for the message you want to get across,” Olivia asked.

“I’m in control but not business control, sexy control,” Annabel bit her lip.

“Yeah, I get it,” Olivia said. “Leather is too obvious. You haven’t bought a whip yet, have you?”

“Livie,” Annabel blushed.

“You told me you were bored with vanilla,” Olivia laughed. “Seriously. What outfit makes you feel sexy?”

“I have lingerie which makes me want to see the reaction of men but it’s under my clothes,” Annabel confessed.

“Why? Show me.”

“Like take pictures?”

“Video chat, mom,” Olivia laughed.

“All right. Hold on.” Annabel stripped down to her blue bustier tank. Lace encased her stomach, rhinestones and lace covered her breasts. Boning ran vertically down the sides. Annabel kept her button down shirt on over the top of this undergarment. She turned on her camera and set it on the shelf.

“Wow,” Olivia said. “What are you wearing on the bottom?”

“Linen pants,” Annabel said.

“Is that a man’s shirt?”

“No but it’s designed to look like one,” Annabel said. “It’s super soft and feels good.”

“You’ve got the top, but don’t button up the shirt, let it hang loose around you,” Olivia said. “It looks hots.”

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