“I know. I love how you want to take care of me and I’m sure I’ll live with it just fine most of the time. I love you too, gorgeous.” She grinned at just how much he wanted to take care of her and keep her safe as well her gorgeous label.
“Tasha, go to sleep or I will book a flight and we will be making love before you next go to bed.”
She laughed, but nodded.
As she reached for the computer, Jim said, “Leave it on and let me watch you sleep for a while. I miss watching you sleep.”
“It sounds a little stalkerish when you say that, but I like to think of you watching me sleep.” She turned her laptop around to face the bed before pulling her dress off and wearing just a red satin chemise she went to brush her teeth.
Upon her return she climbed into bed where Jim said, “Keep the sexy red number on in the morning.”
With a nod, Tasha stretched up to kiss the screen and turned the lamp off.
Chapter 32
It was half past ten when she woke up and Tasha was shocked to have slept in so late. She worked out that it was half past two in L.A. and smiled as she thought Jim would have no objections to her waking him up. Her phone suddenly rang. She needed to meet Mr Stewart at her local police station at three o’clock that afternoon to make her statement. She had a quick wash, brushed her teeth and hair before returning to the bedroom where she opened her blind and text Jim.
She piled the pillows up on her bed and grinned as she set up her laptop and suddenly he was there with her.
“You are looking very beautiful this morning, Miss Winters.” He smiled but she could see him scrutinising the marks and bruises still coming out on her skin. “Did you sleep well?”
“Thank you, you are looking pretty good yourself and I slept surprisingly well. Mr Stewart called. I am due at the police station at three o’clock,” she told him.
“I know, he called me too.” He quickly changed the subject, “Where is your present? Have you opened it?”
Tasha shook her head in the direction of the laptop on the bedside cabinet. “I thought I would wait for you.”
“Then let’s do it.”
She stood up on the bed and walked to the bottom of it, opened the wardrobe and stretched up to retrieve the box from its hiding place at the back of the highest shelf.
“Are you deliberately flaunting your white ass at me, Natasha?” he asked from behind her.
She turned with her package held aloft and laughed. “Oh, I am sorry, did I just expose myself to you?” she asked coyly, but clearly aware of her overexposure.
“I think you know you did, honey. Which is going to earn your ass a pink glow and some heat.” He grinned.
“I do hope so,” she giggled.
“I guarantee it, baby. Now, move the laptop so I can see you lying on your bed and then you can open the package.”
She did as he asked and nervously opened the large parcel she’d received a few days before. As the lifted the lid off the box she laughed and pulled out a very nice, red, leather, Prada handbag.
“James, I love handbags as much as the next girl, but as lovely as this is, it will not make me come.”
He laughed too. “You amuse me Miss Winters, but open the bag.”
Compliantly, she opened it and gasped as she saw several items held within it. Removing them one at a time Tasha held them up with disbelief. First, she held out anatural feelvibrator and as serious as she was trying to take this, she laughed. Next was a smaller, metallic, vibrating object, about the size of a finger or thumb. Then there was an even smaller one.
“What are they all for?” asked Tasha, feeling naïve in her clueless questioning.
Jim simply arched a brow and grinned.
“I mean specifically,” she said in an attempt to clarify her question.
