Page 46 of Falling for Them
I think this beautiful creature was made for me.
“You should know,” I say, “that your dress is beautiful, and you look ravishing in it.Youdofit in with the people here.”
Her shrug is one that tells me she doesn’t agree, but doesn’t want to argue with me.
I can work on that, over time.
Once I lead her from the service hallway and into the ballroom, she falters.
“I don’t even know how to dance a proper dance,” she says.
“We can just sway,” I say, keeping my hand on her lower back, staking my claim.“No special steps necessary.And if you want, I can teach you other dances, too.”
“Maybe not tonight,” she whispers.
“Another night, then,” I say.
Those beautiful brown eyes of hers meet mine and she smiles softly, like she doesn’t believe me.
She has no fucking idea.Now that I’ve got her in my arms, the only thing getting her out of them will be a safe word.
A caterer wanders past, tray of champagne flutes held aloft.I swipe two and hand one to Ella.I clink our glasses together and say, “To a magical night.”
She grins shyly at me before taking a sip.
We hold our flutes and sip from them while we sway back and forth on the dance floor.Some of my business associates give us curious looks, but they can wonder about Ella all they want.She’s mine, and I’m not ashamed of her.I’m not ashamed of her dress or her youth or her lack of diamonds or flashy jewelry.
I’m the luckiest man in this entire building, with Ella in my arms.
After a minute, she says, “You know, Mr.Tyler, if this is your idea of punishment, it’s really quite nice.”
“If this isn’t harsh enough for you, I could spank you instead,” I say casually.
Her breath hitches, and I can’t miss the way she squirms slightly in my arms.
“Does that idea excite you?”I ask.
She shakes her head, but she’s not looking at me.
“Eye contact, please,” I say.
She meets my gaze, her expression shy and a little embarrassed.
“Now,” I say, “tell me, because I’d really love to know—does the idea of a spanking excite you?”
Her grin is playful but uncertain.“Maybe.”
“Thenmaybewe should get out of here and—”
“May I cut in?”a familiar voice says from over my shoulder.
Sebastian.I want to rip his fucking head from his shoulders.
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Mr.Tyler looks ready to murder Sebastian, which, I can’t help it, makes me giggle.
