“Things will be better next time. You’ll know exactly what I expect.”
My stomach does a little flip. The words hold a lot of meaning. He didn’t say I’d know what to expect. He said I’d know how to behave, and his tone implied there will be discipline if I don’t meet his expectations. My nipples harden despite my reservations about how this is playing out.
I don’t have time to talk to him about it because he drops me off at the salon, which is really a spa.
“C?” I say when I realize that the woman standing at the glass door is waiting for me.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure about this? I think it’s too early for all this.”
He gives me a brief kiss, and then the door opens.
“Good afternoon, Mr. McCann. I’m Miranda. I’ll make sure Zoe’s well taken care of.”
Holy hell, I think. Is it my body? Or his?
* * *
Zoe
I practically float back to the room. I’ve had two glasses of champagne, a plate of strawberries, a foot massage, and a manicure. I’ve been waxed, exfoliated, buffed, and slathered in a vitamin C lotion that has my skin baby soft and smelling like oranges.
Miranda carries my shoes in a small fabric bag, along with a host of products. My feet are in slippers that match my robe and that someone possibly went out to buy expressly for me.
“We hope that everything was wonderful,” Miranda says at the door to the suite.
“Beyond wonderful.”
“Oh, good. Everyone will be pleased to hear it.”
I have no idea who everyone is and never get the chance to ask because the door to the suite opens and I’m delivered back to Connor.
He takes the fabric pouches and listens as I babble on about what a great time I had.
In the bedroom, he takes my robe and slippers and tucks me in between the softest sheets I’ve ever felt.
“Alone?” I ask. “My skin is buttery soft. I don’t know how long the lotion will last.”
“Your skin’s always soft, beautiful.”
“Not like this,” I say, running his hand over my belly.
He strokes my skin, then his hand moves lower to the petals of my sex. He cups me gently. I ease my legs apart to give his fingers more access, but he removes his hand.
“Sleep awhile.” He turns off the lights.
I’m asleep within moments.
