I pad into my kitchen, make myself a latte with some penis foam art, and grab my phone from the sofa.
Max:Don’t wear any panties.
I smile, my mind already racing with the wicked possibilities.
Me:Is that an order?
His response is immediate.
Max:Yes.
Another message follows shortly after.
Max:I’m looking forward to seeing you.
My cheeks flush and my heart hammers against my ribs. I tap out my response.
Me:You’re only human.
I bite my lip, anticipating his response.
Max:Brat.
I smile and toss my phone aside, sipping my latte while I continue to get ready.
Max never mentioned where he was taking me tonight, but I’m assuming since he’s sending a car, it will be somewhere fancy. Pulling open my wardrobe, I eye the row of lace, silk, and leather, smirking to myself when I spot the perfect dress.
Tight, black, slit up the thigh. Eat your heart out, Max Browne.
My phone rings at seven o’clock on the dot.
I slide my thumb across the screen to answer. “Hello?”
“I’m downstairs.”
My heart does a stupid flutter. “Okay. Coming.”
I will myself to breathe in, hold for four seconds, and release for six before heading out.
When I reach the bottom of the building staircase, I spot Max through the glass door and my carefully controlled breathing turns to shit.
He stands beside a sleek gray SUV with tinted windows. He’s wearing a simple black suit that does everything to showcase his incredible frame. Tall, dark, and commanding.
I step out into the frigid air and make my way over to him.
“Hi,” I say, keeping my voice light and even.
He gives a lopsided grin. “Hi.”
As I move closer, his eyes scan me from head to toe, and he shakes his head. “You’re devastating,” he says.
He offers his hand, which I accept, feeling the warmth of his fingers close around mine as he helps me into the car, sliding in after me.
I cross one leg over the other. The slit in my dress runs all the way up my thigh, revealing just enough freshly shaven skin without risk of exposing my vag.
His eyes track the movement, lingering just where I want them to.
“You look beautiful, Gemma,” he says. His voice has a slight roughness to it.
