If he doesn’t notice you right away, stand in the corner and cry softly. Chances are, he’ll come over to find out what’s wrong.
My jaw went slack. What the hell was this—a submissive’s guide to mid-century time travel? The fog of lust dissipated, and I let the paper fall from my fingers into the trash, taking the remains of my appetite with it.
There was no costume party.
Ari studied my expression before patting the bed, but I shook my head and forced a smile, choking on my disappointment. “I can’t—I’ve, uh, I’ve got to return a call.”
I’d thought she was different; someone I’d be willing to break my rules for.
But what would I know?
Clearly, I was just the fool who kept finding myself in the same traps.