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“You can spend the morning with a bare bottom under your skirt.”
She gasps. “I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can.”
“I’ve never gone to work without pantyhose.”
“Today will be a first, then.” I reach under her polyester skirt and pat her naked butt. It’s hot to the touch. She’s not going to sit on the stool she keeps behind the desk this morning.
When I hold up her panties and tangled hose, she tries to snatch them from me. I jerk them out of her reach, pluck her panties free of the hose, and bring them to my nose to inhale her scent.
Arianna gasps. “You did not just sniff my underwear.”
“Oh, I did.” I tuck them in the front pocket of my jeans. I wad up her pantyhose and stick them in my other pocket.
She puts her hands on her hips. “What the hell, Dallas?”
“I think I’ll use these to tie you up one of these days.”
Her sexy cheeks pinken again. “Tie me up?” Her voice rises an octave.
“Yep. You don’t even have to misbehave to get tied to our bed. I’ll do that for your pleasure as often as I want.”
My girl rubs her temples. “Dallas, this is moving too fast. I can’t think.” She reaches back to rub her ass. “And how am I supposed to work when my butt is on fire?”
I reach under her skirt and squeeze one of her cheeks, making her yelp and arch toward me. “You’ll manage, and if you don’t want your ass to burn like this again tomorrow, maybe don’t disobey me tonight.”
She sighs before squirming out of my grasp. “I need to get downstairs and open the library,” she grumbles, still wincing.
I’m going to love watching my girl squirm all day. It’s going to be the highlight of my week.
Chapter 8
Arianna
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I’m nervous as Dallas drives me to the estate after work. I’ve never been to the Wilde mansion. I’ve heard about it over the past two years, mostly as a mysterious place not many people have visited in recent history.
That’s changing now that Old Man Wilde is gone and his grandsons have begun to take over. Dallas and his cousins seem genuinely interested in revitalizing both the estate and the town.
Dallas reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “You’re fidgeting.”
“Mmm hmm.” I’m freaking out for a variety of reasons. For one thing, he insisted I change into the white cotton dress from last evening. The man followed me upstairs after I closed the library and ordered me to change into the white dress, keeping the white lace bra but not permitting me to wear panties.
The dress isn’t long. It was never meant for wearing out of the apartment. It’s one of many comfortable items I own that never see the light of day. I can’t believe I’m sitting in Dallas’s car so scantily dressed with my naked ass touching the seat.
Another reason I’m nervous is that I have no idea what Dallas intends to do with me at the mansion. I know we aren’t going to have sex because he’s made that clear over and over. He has a way of making me wet and needy with just a look, and I assume that’s going to increase tenfold as soon as we arrive. The thought of being aroused all evening makes me warm and tingly.
Also, I have the oddest, most irrational feeling that the mansion itself is going to somehow suck me in and never let me go. Claire went to the mansion with Ryder after her ex, Smith, harassed her, and she never left. That was only a few weeks ago, and now she’s married and pregnant.
Reagan also went to the mansion after she was harassed by Tiago’s ex-girlfriend. She never left either. Now she’s married and probably also pregnant. Does the mansion itself have some sort of pull on everyone?
I’m breathing heavily as Dallas approaches the elaborate gate. A man I’ve seen in town steps out of a little gatehouse, waves at us, and opens the electronic gate.
I glance back at him as Dallas pulls forward. “Do you need security?”
“Yes. We should have taken more precautions after Claire was attacked. If we had, Tiago’s crazy ex-girlfriend wouldn’t have been able to get on the property and harass Reagan. Someone staffs the gate at all times now.” He glances at me. “It’s three of the jobs that have been added to employ people in town.”
