Page 114 of Crave Me

“I love you, princess.”

Chapter Forty-One

Blaire

It took Dallas a week before he moved me into his house. I didn’t fight it. Peace. It’s a funny thing, really. You crave it. You yearn for it. You work for it. But once it descends on you, you’d do just about anything to keep it. It comes from different things. Mine was found in the least expected of places. My boss. He calms my nervous system, grounds me, loves me, and even while I spent weeks pushing him away as a defense mechanism, he never gave up on me.

We’ve been living together for a month and found our rhythm. I’m still meeting with my therapist virtually, but have gone down to once a week. Dallas has guided me through leaning on him. We’ve started to move the BDSM structure into different areas of our life. He likes the control, and I thrive in handing it over to him. I learned that I love being a brat. Pushing his buttons and fighting him brings out one of my favorite versions of him. We haven’t gone back to the sex club, but I can’t wait until we do.

My nightmares are practically nonexistent. I’m settled and healing. I’ve had two since my accident and that’s a drastic decline in frequency.

Walking into work with Dallas is one of the highlights of my day. Like he said, no one batted an eye. Maybe out of fear of Dallas since he’s typically so grumpy, but all of my reservations and fear were squashed, and no one’s behavior toward me changed.

“Aren’t you going to your office?” I ask him as he walks past his door.

“Nope. I’m walking you to yours.”

He slips his hand in mine as we walk the long hallway of offices in our main building. Once at mine, he jerks me forward into him, running his free hand through my hair.

“I love you. You’re worthy of the world, princess.”

Lost for words, I just smile at him. He opens my office door and pulls me inside, the breath leaving my lungs.

“Oh my god, Dallas,” I say in shock. His big palm rubs up my back, grounding me.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it. I’m blown away. These are mine,” I say in awe as I take in the facelift my office received. “When did you do this?”

The room has been completely transformed. The walls are painted a blissful pale blue, and large framed photos of my wedding dress design sketches hang from the walls—the decor is bright and warm and so very me. Sawyer, Liam, and Carter join us a few moments later, each of them smiling.

“Did you guys know about this?” I ask.

“We helped. This dumbass couldn’t do this by himself, he’s got shit for brains,” Carter says, and Dallas reaches out and smacks him on the back of the head.

“Got a minute to talk, Blaire?” Sawyer asks.

We all take a seat around the small lounge area in a corner of my office. It has a new chaise lounge and two wingback chairs.

“We all looked over your proposal. We’re in agreement that we’d like to move forward with your changes. Only . . .”

I hold my breath. My heart beating wildly in my chest. This will make Dallas so much happier here.

“Dallas added an addendum to it, and we think it’s important to adopt that change as well.”

My eyes shoot to Dallas, suddenly nervous. I created this proposal for him, to benefit him and fix everything that was negatively impacting him day-to-day here at the distillery. Did he not like it?

“We’d like you to also focus on creating a one-stop shop for weddings. Create a master vendor list, companies that are local and source local, and . . .”

I hold my breath as Sawyer looks to Dallas.

“Baby, we’d like you to give some thought to designing wedding dresses. You’re extremely talented.”

“Dallas, that’s just a hobby.”

“But it’s your dream. It won’t be overnight, but it’s something we want to leave open to you if someday you want to do something with your designs.”

“It’s a good idea. I like keeping us as exclusive as possible. Especially if you only offer it to brides who book their wedding here. Think about it,” Carter says, surprising me.

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