had changed up the game, and she didn’t quite know what to make of it.
Enjoy yourself and stop trying to analyze the situation.
“Where have you been hiding that hot hunk of male meat? Who is he?” Vidal squawked.
“Just a friend.” Solay had no intention of disclosing personal information.
“I thought you preferred the suit-wearing, corporate type. I didn’t know you were into thugs.”
“I don’t have specific type.”
At least not anymore!
“Mmm-hmm,” Vidal murmured doubtfully. “So where are you and your cute thug dining tonight at eight?” he asked with a smirk.
Solay chuckled and shook her head. “Mind your business, Vidal.”She went behind the counter and gave a sidelong glance at Vidal’s lazy posture. “Are you bored…nothing to do?”
Vidal straightened up. “Dang, are you running a sweatshop, now? Can’t a brother take a short break?” He finger-combed his lustrous hair and examined his glossy manicure.
Solay frowned at smudges on the countertop. “Wipe the counter.” Then she waved a finger toward the dining area. “And make sure all the tables are spotless.”
“I wiped everything off last night.” Vidal folded his arms and twisted his lips in displeasure.
“Do it again,” she said, reminding Vidal that she was his boss—not his equal. He had a lot of gall smirking at her and trying to be all up in her business. Smiling with satisfaction, Solay pushed open the swinging kitchen doors while Vidal huffed and puffed.
Melanee was slacking off, too. Solay caught her neglecting her duties and whispering into her cell phone. When Melanee noticed Solay, she nervously asked the person on the other end if she could call them back later.
Melanee was acting sneaky and suspicious. Solay wondered if her baking assistant was secretly upset about the Pink Panties addition to the menu. Was she plotting to leave Scandalicious? Solay could have easily flown into a full-fledged state of panic, but with all the baking she had to finish, she didn’t have time for that.
Besides, she was too excited about her dinner date to worry about Melanee.
Suddenly her brows furrowed together in worry. What was she getting herself into? Sex with Deon was off the chain, but they didn’t share any common interests. They were from entirely different worlds.
So what? I’m not looking for a husband; I’m having fun.
Deon was as safe or as dangerous as she allowed him to be.She told herself that she’d be okay if she kept her emotions under control.
Thank goodness Deon had decided to give her a freebie. He was not a cheap fuck, and her credit card was being absolutely abused.
CHAPTER 16
“M adam was pleased with you,” Colden mentioned as he positioned Melanee’s arms behind her back. The feel of the rope against her flesh sent icy shivers up her spine.
“Really?” Melanee had figured she’d made Colden proud. There was no other explanation for him putting in quality time. Just the two of them—the way it used to be.
“Are you happy?” he inquired in a low baritone. He could be such a loving dominant at times. Times like now…when Melanee deserved it.
“I’m very happy,” she whispered. It had been so long since they’d engaged in rope play. Colden tightened the knot, cutting into her skin vengefully. “Oh, God,” she uttered, wincing from the sweet pain. A wave of fear and excitement had her trembling violently.
“Your ass is getting plump. But not quite ripe for spanking.”
Disappointment was palpable. She’d been eating everything under the sun. Killing the cupcakes at work; feasting on fast-food. “But I gained five pounds,” she protested.
“I said your ass is not plump enough.” His voice was stern.
Melanee pressed her lips together, trapping further protests inside her mouth. “I’m sorry, Master. So sorry that I’m not worthy.” Aroused by that admission, her pussy throbbed, aching for attention. Yet Melanee had no idea if Colden would allow her release tonight.
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