Page 31 of Menotte avec toi

“Did I miss something?” Sonnet’s voice brightened my smile, as though it could widen any further without breaking my face.

“We just gave Patrice the good news about the commission, and aside from an errant finger, this was the round of thanks. Come in, my love.” I hoped she wasn’t upset by Patrice’s display, but given Patrice pulled her into a tight hug on her way out, I believed all was properly settled. “Come, sit on your Mistresses' lap, it is yours, after all.” There, a potential crisis averted as my Kitten blushed and took what was rightfully hers.

“Sonnet, darling, your artwork is exquisite,” Simon praised her. “Harper mentioned you have more than what’s on display available, and I wondered if I might see it. Quite a few pieces already caught my eye.” Simon caught my glare and quickly backtracked. “With your Mistress there, of course.”Good save, Simon.I loved the man dearly, but he had a penchant for all things beautiful. While I didn’t believe he’d make a move on Sonnet, I wouldn’t dare chance it either.

“My beautiful Kitten has many and each are a brilliant display of her talent.” And many others that were reserved just for me.

“I’ll just leave you two be. Check with Patrice, she has my schedule.” Simon left us.

Sonnet’s fingers trailed along the cleavage of my shirt. “My bed is lonely without you in it, Mistress.”

“Mmm, is it now?” I tucked her hair over her shoulder and nibbled down her neck.

“Don’t you miss me when I’m gone?” The pouty lilt in her voice brought out my protective side.

“I do, and so does that lovely new set of handcuffs I bought just for my Kitten.”

Sonnet gasped as I hit a sensitive spot. “Handcuffed with you. No place I’d rather be than with my Mistress doing naughty things to me.”

“All the naughty things, my love. I’m so glad you came by the office.”

“Shoot,” she popped up. “Which reminds me why I came by.”

“It wasn’t to see me?”

“Well, that too, but my uncle wants to meet you.”

That’ll kill an erotic interlude, just as I’d imagined taking Sonnet atop my desk. Her words threw ice over that party. “Might want to start from the beginning and fill me in on what exactly was said.”

Her little fingers nervously worked, dipping in and out of my cleavage. “He called to check on me and asked how I was doing. I told him I was seeing someone, and it's serious, and I love you's were exchanged, and he said he wanted to meet you.”

Somehow I doubt that was everything, but I’d let it slide. For now. “And when is this meet and greet taking place?”

“I know we have the unveiling Saturday night which I’m super nervous about.”

“No need to be, my love. You’ve already heard Simon’s opinion, and he’s a picky fucker.” For all but sexual partners, it would appear.

And that adorable sigh came out. “I’m like this before every event, just ignore me.”

“I’ll do no such thing. What kind of partner would I be if I wasn’t there to support and calm my Kitten? Now, our gathering?” That busy bee mind of hers was easily derailed.

“Oh, sorry. Would Sunday night work? He offered to cook, but I declined on our behalf, you can thank me later for that.”

“Let’s meet for dinner at Pier Twenty-Seven at eight p.m. My treat. Does he like seafood?” I hadn’t heard of many who lived this close to the ocean who didn’t, but to each their own.

“Let me check.” She slid her phone from her pocket and fired off a text. “Now, where were we?”

“As much as I’d love to continue this, I have to meet a new client.”

“You’re not taking on too much, are you, Kitten?” I’d do my best to be lenient, though we’d finally gotten those pesky dark circles under control and there was no going back on that. I’d put my foot down already.

“I promise,” she gave me a quick kiss and hopped off my lap. “But he’s not too far from here, so I decided to pop in and ask in person about my uncle.”

“Mmm, hmm,” she caught my eye roll and giggled. “Let me know how it goes and if you’ll be back this way tonight. I’ve got that huge, empty bed calling your name.” Was it too soon to make her a key and alarm code? I’d get Patrice to arrange it all. She was far better with the damn electronic gadgets than I was.

As soon as I heard Sonnet bid farewell to Patrice, I logged on and started shopping for the surprise studio I decided to turn my solarium into for her. It had the best views and natural light. Already I pictured her there, muse hard at work as she painted and sketched to her heart's content. Well, within reason deemed by me.

“What are you working on?” Patrice popped in a few hours later.

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