dawdling, but
I didn’t want to find out by having him bust into the room while I was shaving my
legs. I might cut a slit all the way up one side.
When I finished, I wrapped myself in one of the enormous thick towels and tried to
control my breathing. I felt like I’d been for a run this morning instead of spending
just ten minutes kneeling on the floor and then another ten standing in the shower.
After patting my hair until it was damp, I hung the towel on a hook behind the door
and spun around. What was I supposed to wear? Fear seized my stomach at the possibility
he intended for me to remain naked all weekend.
And then I spotted a silk pile I hadn’t noticed sitting on the other side of the vanity.
I padded toward the item and lifted it—a pale pink robe. Dainty with barely enough
material to cover my ass. I slipped it on, feeling decidedly sexy the second it touched
my skin.
I pushed my weird twinge of nausea back at the thought that another woman had been
here and worn this robe before. I even lifted the edge of the silk to my nose and
inhaled the scent. It smelled new. Who had brand new women’s robes lying around?
A Dom.
Did he have a dozen of them in different sizes for his various conquests?
I grabbed a comb from the counter and worked through my tangles a bit rougher than
necessary. After applying facial lotion, I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no
interest in putting on makeup. And besides, there was nothing like that in plain view.
I could have dug in the drawers, but I was afraid of what I might find.
If Riley wanted a piece of the real me, he was going to have to get used to the me
without makeup. I wasn’t the type to lie around on a Saturday in mascara and eye liner.
Outside the house, I had always worn a meticulous combination, but at home, I didn’t
bother. Did that make me feel vulnerable in front of this man I barely knew? Maybe.
Taking a deep breath, I exited the bathroom and headed down the hall toward the sound
of soft music and the smell of bacon and coffee.
I rounded the corner to the kitchen feeling cautiously shy.
Riley spotted me and smiled. “Feel better?” His gaze roamed up and down my frame,
hunger obvious in his eyes.
“Yes.”
He lifted a brow. That was his way of letting me know I needed to rephrase.
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded to the island behind him. “Take a seat.” He watched me as I shuffled across
the room. His gaze bore into my back before I turned to climb onto one of the many
stools around the island. I fought the urge to meet his penetrating gaze.
I held the front of the robe closed when it wanted to slide open. The belt was thin
and slick. It wouldn’t stay tight. Even in a knot, it would slip free. The more daunting
part was the length, however. I sat on my bare ass. The hem of the robe wasn’t long
enough to tuck under me.
A glass of juice sat at my spot, and I reached for it and quickly drained the contents.
Fresh squeezed orange juice. Heavenly. I was suddenly ravenous. I hadn’t eaten since
the quick microwave dinner I’d prepared before Amy and Cade arrived the previous night.
Riley turned around and handed me a cup of coffee. “Sugar? Cream?”
“Yes. Please, Sir.” The word was still foreign on my tongue. I wasn’t sure how I felt
about calling him Sir . It humbled me.
I supposed that was the point. “If I’m the submissive, shouldn’t I be the one preparing
the meal while you sit around with your feet up or something?”
Riley chuckled as he turned around again and set a plate in front of me. The steaming
pile of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast made my stomach growl.
“You aren’t a domestic slave, baby.”
“What am I?” I was truly curious. I reached for my fork and then hesitated, unsure
if I was supposed to wait for permission to eat.
“Eat, Cheyenne. Go ahead.” He turned around and grabbed another plate, filling it
with food while I took my first
I didn’t want to find out by having him bust into the room while I was shaving my
legs. I might cut a slit all the way up one side.
When I finished, I wrapped myself in one of the enormous thick towels and tried to
control my breathing. I felt like I’d been for a run this morning instead of spending
just ten minutes kneeling on the floor and then another ten standing in the shower.
After patting my hair until it was damp, I hung the towel on a hook behind the door
and spun around. What was I supposed to wear? Fear seized my stomach at the possibility
he intended for me to remain naked all weekend.
And then I spotted a silk pile I hadn’t noticed sitting on the other side of the vanity.
I padded toward the item and lifted it—a pale pink robe. Dainty with barely enough
material to cover my ass. I slipped it on, feeling decidedly sexy the second it touched
my skin.
I pushed my weird twinge of nausea back at the thought that another woman had been
here and worn this robe before. I even lifted the edge of the silk to my nose and
inhaled the scent. It smelled new. Who had brand new women’s robes lying around?
A Dom.
Did he have a dozen of them in different sizes for his various conquests?
I grabbed a comb from the counter and worked through my tangles a bit rougher than
necessary. After applying facial lotion, I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no
interest in putting on makeup. And besides, there was nothing like that in plain view.
I could have dug in the drawers, but I was afraid of what I might find.
If Riley wanted a piece of the real me, he was going to have to get used to the me
without makeup. I wasn’t the type to lie around on a Saturday in mascara and eye liner.
Outside the house, I had always worn a meticulous combination, but at home, I didn’t
bother. Did that make me feel vulnerable in front of this man I barely knew? Maybe.
Taking a deep breath, I exited the bathroom and headed down the hall toward the sound
of soft music and the smell of bacon and coffee.
I rounded the corner to the kitchen feeling cautiously shy.
Riley spotted me and smiled. “Feel better?” His gaze roamed up and down my frame,
hunger obvious in his eyes.
“Yes.”
He lifted a brow. That was his way of letting me know I needed to rephrase.
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded to the island behind him. “Take a seat.” He watched me as I shuffled across
the room. His gaze bore into my back before I turned to climb onto one of the many
stools around the island. I fought the urge to meet his penetrating gaze.
I held the front of the robe closed when it wanted to slide open. The belt was thin
and slick. It wouldn’t stay tight. Even in a knot, it would slip free. The more daunting
part was the length, however. I sat on my bare ass. The hem of the robe wasn’t long
enough to tuck under me.
A glass of juice sat at my spot, and I reached for it and quickly drained the contents.
Fresh squeezed orange juice. Heavenly. I was suddenly ravenous. I hadn’t eaten since
the quick microwave dinner I’d prepared before Amy and Cade arrived the previous night.
Riley turned around and handed me a cup of coffee. “Sugar? Cream?”
“Yes. Please, Sir.” The word was still foreign on my tongue. I wasn’t sure how I felt
about calling him Sir . It humbled me.
I supposed that was the point. “If I’m the submissive, shouldn’t I be the one preparing
the meal while you sit around with your feet up or something?”
Riley chuckled as he turned around again and set a plate in front of me. The steaming
pile of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast made my stomach growl.
“You aren’t a domestic slave, baby.”
“What am I?” I was truly curious. I reached for my fork and then hesitated, unsure
if I was supposed to wait for permission to eat.
“Eat, Cheyenne. Go ahead.” He turned around and grabbed another plate, filling it
with food while I took my first
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