Page 19 of Her Sweet Surrender
Stripping out of her clothes, Brie picked up the dress and slipped it on, purring as the thin, silken material caressed her skin and slid down into place. What she loved even more about this particular dress was the way it swayed when she walked—so sexy and alluring.
Brie walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror. She was still as enchanted by the dress as she had been the day Sir gave it to her.
The simple white dress with a flared skirt had a modest style that was incredibly sexy because she wore nothing underneath it—just as she had that night in Venice. The dress had an air of innocence. However, the enticing way her nipples protruded from under the thin material was deliciously tantalizing to Sir.
She slowly brushed out her hair, remembering when she had danced with Sir in the flooded piazza of San Marco while wearing this dress. She’d never forgotten the way he had guided her through the shallow water in a slow waltz before an audience of bystanders. It was a unique and romantic moment she cherished.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Brie suddenly realized she had forgotten one important element. Searching through her drawers, she finally found the length of white lace. Using it as a headband to hold her hair away from her face, Brie teased her long curls until she was satisfied that she looked the same as she had that night in Venice.
To finish off the look, Brie applied light makeup to enhance her eyes and added just a blush of pink to her lips. Pouting seductively, she twirled in front of the mirror delighting in the feel of the dress as it moved.
Rather than completing the outfit with shoes, Brie chose to go barefoot in remembrance of their dance. Feeling utterly irresistible, she turned off the music and walked out of the bedroom, intent on seducing Sir.
“Well, hello.”
Brie stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Master Anderson standing there, holding Hope’s diaper bag.
Down the hallway, she heard Sir listing off instructions. “She’ll need to go down at eight. It’s totally normal for her to fuss a little. If you have any questions, I have everything written down in the instruct—”
The moment Sir walked into the room and saw Brie, he forgot what he was saying and stood there, staring at her.
“Babygirl…”
The look of desire in his gaze made her blush.
In a voice mixed with admiration and lust, he stated, “I stand in awe of you.”
Master Anderson cleared his throat beside her.
Brie looked in his direction, having completely forgotten he was there.
“Yes, that there is a mighty fine dress…” Master Anderson said gruffly. Turning to face Sir, he stammered, “I, ah…yeah…so, kid goes down at what time again?”
“Eight,” Sir replied, handing Hope over to him. “All your questions are answered in the instructions I gave you.” He put his hand on Master Anderson’s shoulder as he walked him toward the door. “If at any point you want to cry ‘uncle’ feel free to call my uncle and he’ll swing by to pick her up.”
Master Anderson chuckled. “I see what you did there. You want me to literally call an uncle if I can’t handle it. Very funny.”
Sir patted his back. “I have faith in you.”
“Sure you do.”
“Let me help you get her into the car seat…”
Brie watched the two men leave. She couldn’t believe that Sir had taken Master Anderson up on his offer to babysit, or that the cowboy had actually agreed to it.
Knowing the Reynolds were ready to act as his backup was reassuring for her, because she couldn’t begin to imagine how the next few hours were going to play out for him.
Hopefully, Shey would be there to act as moral support and help him get through the evening without incident.
Sir returned several minutes later and locked the front door.
“Now, where were we?”
Brie twisted where she stood, looking at him in anticipation.
Her Master stared at her hungrily, shaking his head in disbelief. “Looking at you tonight, it’s as if no time has passed since you first wore that dress.”
She bowed her head, gratified to hear it. “I love everything about this dress, Sir.”
