Dinnerwasabsolutelyfantasticand the dessert was even better. Another flight of all his best desserts - cheese cake, chocolate molten cake, and mini crème brûlées, that were all the perfect size. Halfway through dinner, Callum walked over and sat beside me, planting a light kiss on my neck just under my earlobe. He knows that’s one of my weak spots and was still trying to pay me back for not wearing underwear. If he keeps it up, I’ll never wear underwear again. Or clothes. He’d really lose his shit if I started going out in public naked!
After dinner, some music starts and a few people take to the dance floor, but I walk over to check on Lizzy.
“Girl,” she says, leaning back in her seat like a well-fed queen and slaps the table.
“Yes?”
“Your man.” She kisses her fingers.
I look around quickly to make sure no one is close enough to hearing.
“I looked first. Give a lass some credit.”
“Lass?”
“Fuck. I will be whatever. That was delicious.”
“It was very good.”
“Did you know he created one just for me?”
I smirk.
Her eyes narrow at me, causing me to chuckle.
“It may have been mentioned in passing, but he’s been a mess these last two weeks. So stressed out. When I do see him, we don’t talk.” I smile.
“Queen.” She rolls out her arm and bows her head. “Can you help me to the bathroom? I feel like I’m too stuffed to move.”
“Yes, darling.”
“It will be good practice for my wedding day. You will be my designated pee helper.”
“Such a distinguished title. How did I get so lucky?”
When we get into the bathroom stall, I lock the door, then turn around to unzip her dress and pause. “What’s this?” I say with a modicum of concern. There are marks across her back in an x shape and then one around her waist.
“What’s what?”
“Were you tied up with rope?” I ask, rubbing my fingers along the marks.
“Oh. Yea. That.” She laughs softly, then turns around to sit down on the toilet. I turn away, still stuck on the marks on her back. “So. When you told me about the sex club they used to own, I thought it would be fun to check it out. With Tony, of course.”
“Of course.” I was equally shocked and curious as hell. “Well?”
She laughed, “You kinky fucker. I’m surprised you haven’t been already.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It just seems like something you’d do or have done already.”
“That’s where you got the marks?”
“Yes.”
“So you were tied up with rope?”
“It’s called Shibari. It’s Japanese rope bondage.”
