Once free she replaced her trousers before starting to rub her wrists where she’d been bound.
He took her wrists and rubbed them for her then gently kissed each pulse point. “As usual, Tasha, you amaze me.”
“Enough that you’ll take back home to bed?” she asked optimistically.
“I’ll take you home, but not to bed, baby, but ten out of ten for persistence.” He winked as he took her hand and bent down to pick up the crop. “I think this should come home with us though.”
Chapter 27
Tasha had just stepped out of the dressing room and jumped when she saw Jim sitting on the bed.
“What are you doing here?” She clutched her chest, still rather startled.
“Well, this is my bed, in my bedroom, in my house,” he replied wryly.
“Haha. I get that. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I came to see you, but have obviously timed it badly; I was hoping to find you in your underwear, or less, although I seem to remember a very good night in London with that dress.” He wagged his finger, pointing at the taupe wrap over dress that had resulted in an amazing night for them both.
“I don’t recall,” she lied, turning to fix her hair up in a twisted ponytail.
“You, Miss Winters, are a liar,” Jim said seriously.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she protested with a half-smile.
“I mean, if you really don’t remember I will have no choice but to remind you, right now.” He returned her half-smile.
“But I am going out…”
“Not if you don’t remember how hot that night was you’re not.”
“I may recall a couple of things.” She grinned.
Jim said nothing, he simply stared at her with one eyebrow raised. “A few things.” His expression didn’t waver.
“Some, some things, lots of some things,” she admitted, somehow knowing that she had no chance of leaving the house if she continued tormenting him.
“Good. We will address you dishonesty later, but for now come here, and take your panties off. I have something for you.” His brow remained arched but he wore a happy smile now.
“James,” she began, causing a frown to crease his brow.
She shook her head at herself as she moved to the side of the bed and removed the nude coloured satin briefs she was wearing and hoped he wouldn’t insist on her stripping completely.
“For you.” He handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box.
She looked down at the lilac paper and pink ribbons then smiled. “You know it’s not my birthday, don’t you?”
“I do and it’s not a birthday present, so open it.”
“You don’t have to buy me things,” she protested.
“I know that, in fact, I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, now open it.”
She undid the bow then removed the wrapping paper to reveal a silver cube of about six inches.
Jim smiled as she frowned at the box and then at him. “Open it,” he said once more, possibly for the last time looking at his determined expression.
With the lid placed on the bed she looked down at the contents of the box with confusion. “What the bloody hell?”
