Page 91 of To Save Him

 

 

 

Chapter Thirty

 

IN SPITE OF the fact that Brandon of late made me nervous, part of me was excited as well.  Saturday came quickly and Annabel took JR to the early show at the cinema so he wouldn’t know who mom’s date was.  I gave her plenty of money for the movie and popcorn and gas for her truck.  The girl was my ally, and I hadn’t ever suspected it.

After they were gone, I was curling my hair when Brandon tapped on the door to the master bathroom.  “Yes?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

He walked through the door and the way he looked reminded me of all the reasons why I’d been falling in love with him.  His boyish good looks were almost hidden under the scruff he’d allowed to grow on his face, making him look older and more dangerous.  His deep brown eyes were also emphasized by the darkness around them, caused by lack of sleep and fatigue, but he somehow looked sexier that way.  And there was a gleam in them, something that suggested I was in for a hell of a ride.

He wore the suit again, but this time, the tie was of gray silk—understated and unassuming.  “I saw the long olive drab trench coat in your closet.  I want you to wear it.”

“Okay.”  It was cool outside, but I didn’t think rain was in the forecast, and that was all I ever used that coat for.  It didn’t matter, though.  The evenings had grown cool over the past few weeks and I wouldn’t mind the extra warmth it would bring.

“Underneath that, I want you to wear either your red or black bra-and-panty set.”

I couldn’t help but smile.  “So what else I wear is up to me?”

He cocked his head.  “No, I want you to wear matching shoes.”

“Any particular dress you have in mind?”

His jaw seemed to clench but he said, “No dress.  Underwear and coat.  That’s it.”

I could almost feel the blood drain from my face.  “Where the hell are we going?”

He was silent for a few moments before he spoke, and the air seemed to punctuate his words.  “You trust me, right?”

I set the curling iron down, unplugging it from the wall, feeling nauseous.  My voice was weak and I didn’t know if he believed me when I answered.  “Yes.”

He held up a mask that I associated with masquerade balls, a black-and-red sequined and feathered disguise that covered half my face with holes for the eyes.  “You’ll be wearing this also.”  My face must have given me away, because he touched my chin.  “Trust me, Kimberly.  This is something that will be good—and enjoyable—for both of us.”

I swallowed and pulled my eyes from his, running my fingers through the big curls in my hair to loosen them.  I felt nervous and jittery, but I was afraid of showing my anxiety.  “Okay,” I said, focusing on my hair rather than his shadowy eyes.

He stepped behind me and I saw his reflection in the mirror.  In spite of the trepidation I felt, there was still something inside the dark part of myself that was turned on by the anticipation.  He knew that too, and that was probably why he got close to me.  He slid his hands up my body—over the robe—to cup my breasts, and I let out a quiet breath, leaning my head back against him.  He nuzzled the curly hair aside so that he could taste the flesh of my neck, and I felt myself grow damp.

What the hell did he have planned?

I’d promised to trust him, so I needed to find a way to do that, even though a huge part of me wanted to run and hide.  “I think I’m ready,” I said, my voice soft and unassuming.  My hardened nipples ached for more attention, but I knew they’d have to wait.

“Want me to wait for you in the living room?”

“Yeah, sure.  I’ll be out in a minute.”  His fingers trailed off my skin as he walked away.  I heard my bedroom door close as I was left with my thoughts.  Then I double checked my hair and makeup before leaving the bathroom.  As I put on the red bra and panties, I grappled with heavy thoughts.

But I wasn’t any more enlightened nor less frightened when I left my bedroom in underwear and high heels, pulling the trench coat over my shoulders.  Brandon stood up from the couch as I emerged into the living room, buttoning up the coat.  “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to have to be careful.  I’m already hard just looking at you.”

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