Lord help me, if you don’t…
I’ll be waiting at home.
In our bed.
Wearing only that.
Fuck me.
That’s the plan.
* * *
Charlotte
Brownie and I are going on a walk.
I miss you. I feel like you’ve barely been home when I am lately.
Daniel
Sorry, baby. I promise, this weekend is all yours.
It’s almost that time of my cycle, you know…
Are you saying what I think you’re saying?
Only that you better bring your A-game tonight, Mr. Bradford.
Don’t tell me you need a reminder of the way I tongue-fucked you til you screamed my name last night, Mrs. Bradford.
You’re the worst. Why did I say yes again?
Because you love me?I hoped. I wished.
CHAPTER29
Charlotte
“Daniel?” I raised an eyebrow, dropping my arms before going to pause my music.
He flipped the lock on the dance studio door, even though I knew no one else would come here this time of night.
“Why are you here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “I was going to head home soon.”
“You’re ovulating.”
“I’m—what?” I blinked. “Why do you know that?”
“I get the notifications from your tracker on my phone,” he muttered sheepishly.
“Oh.” I blushed. “You…” He’d synced my app? How had he even known to do that?
“Yeah.”
“We can wait till I’m home, you know.” I looked down at my dance attire. I’d pulled on a slouchy sweater over my leggings, but other than that, I wasn’t feeling sexy. Plus, this sort of felt like desecrating hollowed grounds.
I looked around the studio. It was late enough that everyone had gone home, Juily and Isabella included, leaving just me here, working on choreographing a new routine.