His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) by L.C. Giroux Page A
Authors: L.C. Giroux
Tags: Contemporary Romance
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couldn't resist you this morning. I'll try to show some restraint next time."
"I wasn't complaining, not that it would have made any difference if I did." If she smiled any harder she was going to sprain something. "Did you call for anything in particular?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay. Any chance of dinner tonight?"
"Michael, I'd love to see you but... I don't know if I can..."
"Just dinner, promise. Well, I do have a little gift for you."
His voice stroked across her as if it were his touch. She knew she shouldn't be this aroused just by him talking to her but in the state she was in even the shower this morning felt like a caress. It was as if her sensuality, having been dormant for all of her twenties had come alive and was demanding satisfaction.
"Why does the promise of a gift raise the hairs on the back of my neck?"
"Don't you trust me?"
"You know I do."
"Silly Kitten, if I were there I'd pet you and make..."
"Okay, I get the picture." She was having trouble breathing and being any more aroused at the moment was going to be the death of her. "What time do you want me there."
"Shall we say around 7:30. I'll make reservations for 8:15."
"We aren't going to eat in?"
"No, I'd like to show you off, if you don't mind."
"Oh, Okay. I'll see you then."
"See you then."
After she hung up with Michael she needed to get through the rest of the day which unfortunately included a meeting she needed to actually participate in. At least she wasn't wondering how she was going to get through the week till she saw him again, like she had when Allyn walked in. She had forgotten to ask Michael what kind of place they were going to. Hopefully the skirt and blouse she had on would be okay because she wasn't going to have time to go all the way home and then back to Michael's in time.
She looked down at her clothes, wishing they were something other than the boring, conservative, but appropriate things she always wore. Would Michael like her in more sensual clothes? He didn't seem to need get ups or costumes to be aroused. He insisted on her being naked in his apartment so maybe he didn't care what she wore the rest of the time. Still, he had said he wanted to show her off and in the outfit she had on, she looked like the well off secretary she had led him to believe she was. She felt a little guilty not being utterly truthful about what her life was like but being an heiress had scared most men from even asking her out. At least this way he would get to know her before having to deal with the whole Bellows Foundation legacy thing, that wasn't so bad was it?
It was 7:15PM and she was sitting in her car in his parking garage. The meeting had been horrible. Actually the meeting was fine, she had been horrible. Figuring out which of the areas they wanted to focus on for the next round of grants was always difficult. There was only so much money and there was a whole world of worthy causes to spend it on. Trying to narrow it down to those areas they could do the most good, have the greatest impact was gut wrenching. She tried to stay focused but knowing she would be with Michael tonight even if it was just for dinner made it hard to think clearly. The fact it was just for dinner actually made it worse. This was their first real date, which in light of the weekend they had had seemed crazy but then so was falling in love with your doctor.
Now the big question, panties on or panties off? Michael had been pretty clear the other night but how into this dominance thing was he going to get? If she left them on and they didn't have sex would he even know? He had said he'd check but what the hell did that mean? If she took them off, she'd feel exposed all through dinner but it also made her smile thinking about having a secret. Since they weren't having sex she could tell him on her way out the door when she left and let him think about it for the rest of the week. She smiled and shimmied out of her panties and stashed them in
"I wasn't complaining, not that it would have made any difference if I did." If she smiled any harder she was going to sprain something. "Did you call for anything in particular?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay. Any chance of dinner tonight?"
"Michael, I'd love to see you but... I don't know if I can..."
"Just dinner, promise. Well, I do have a little gift for you."
His voice stroked across her as if it were his touch. She knew she shouldn't be this aroused just by him talking to her but in the state she was in even the shower this morning felt like a caress. It was as if her sensuality, having been dormant for all of her twenties had come alive and was demanding satisfaction.
"Why does the promise of a gift raise the hairs on the back of my neck?"
"Don't you trust me?"
"You know I do."
"Silly Kitten, if I were there I'd pet you and make..."
"Okay, I get the picture." She was having trouble breathing and being any more aroused at the moment was going to be the death of her. "What time do you want me there."
"Shall we say around 7:30. I'll make reservations for 8:15."
"We aren't going to eat in?"
"No, I'd like to show you off, if you don't mind."
"Oh, Okay. I'll see you then."
"See you then."
After she hung up with Michael she needed to get through the rest of the day which unfortunately included a meeting she needed to actually participate in. At least she wasn't wondering how she was going to get through the week till she saw him again, like she had when Allyn walked in. She had forgotten to ask Michael what kind of place they were going to. Hopefully the skirt and blouse she had on would be okay because she wasn't going to have time to go all the way home and then back to Michael's in time.
She looked down at her clothes, wishing they were something other than the boring, conservative, but appropriate things she always wore. Would Michael like her in more sensual clothes? He didn't seem to need get ups or costumes to be aroused. He insisted on her being naked in his apartment so maybe he didn't care what she wore the rest of the time. Still, he had said he wanted to show her off and in the outfit she had on, she looked like the well off secretary she had led him to believe she was. She felt a little guilty not being utterly truthful about what her life was like but being an heiress had scared most men from even asking her out. At least this way he would get to know her before having to deal with the whole Bellows Foundation legacy thing, that wasn't so bad was it?
It was 7:15PM and she was sitting in her car in his parking garage. The meeting had been horrible. Actually the meeting was fine, she had been horrible. Figuring out which of the areas they wanted to focus on for the next round of grants was always difficult. There was only so much money and there was a whole world of worthy causes to spend it on. Trying to narrow it down to those areas they could do the most good, have the greatest impact was gut wrenching. She tried to stay focused but knowing she would be with Michael tonight even if it was just for dinner made it hard to think clearly. The fact it was just for dinner actually made it worse. This was their first real date, which in light of the weekend they had had seemed crazy but then so was falling in love with your doctor.
Now the big question, panties on or panties off? Michael had been pretty clear the other night but how into this dominance thing was he going to get? If she left them on and they didn't have sex would he even know? He had said he'd check but what the hell did that mean? If she took them off, she'd feel exposed all through dinner but it also made her smile thinking about having a secret. Since they weren't having sex she could tell him on her way out the door when she left and let him think about it for the rest of the week. She smiled and shimmied out of her panties and stashed them in
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