“I don’t know,” Kylie said with a groan, turning to flop herself down on the bed beside Eliza. “Help me, Eliza. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Bestie powers activated!” Hopping up from the bed, Eliza rushed over to the closet and immediately began pulling clothes free. “Hmm. Too casual. Too Little. Too… I don’t even knowwhatthis is,” she said, pulling out a hoodie Kylie had stolen from Danny’s dorm over the summer. The sweatshirt was old and ratty with holes and fraying edges, but Kylie loved it.
“It’s comfortable,” she grumbled, jumping up to snatch the beloved shirt from her friend’s grasp.
“Uh huh. Sure. Anyway.” Turning back to the closet, Eliza continued her search. “Oh! This is cute!”
She pulled a dress free. Short, with a full skirt and a square neck, the pink satin shimmered in the light. A white ribbon wrapped around the waist and formed a giant bow that would sit right above Kylie’s butt. Everything in her longed to wear it, but…
“I don’t know. You don’t think it’s too Little coded?”
“So? She already knows you’re a Little. And I think it walks the line between Little and sexy rather nicely. Especially with these.”
Shoving the dress at Kylie, Eliza spun and hurried over to the duffel bag she’d brought with her. When she unzipped the bag, Kylie couldn’t stop herself from gasping with excitement.
“You brought me shoes!”
“I did indeed.” Grinning, Eliza pulled her favorite white stilettos from the bag and held them up next to the dress. “See? Perfect?”
“They really are.” For the first time since her rather disastrous spanking, excitement outpaced worry and embarrassment. “Danny and the professor aren’t going to know what hit them.”
Danny
Three hours after Kylie had kicked him out of her dorm room so Eliza could help her get ready, he was back where he’d started, staring at the dry erase calendar hanging on her wooden door. She’d added “date night” to the current date and circled the entry with a heart.
God she was adorable.
He reached for the doorknob but paused with his hand on the cool metal. Normally he just walked right into her room, but this wasn’t “normal” circumstances. They were going on a date. Together. And with Professor Renard.
Should he knock, then? Shit, should he have brought flowers? For her and the professor?
Why are you so bad at this?
He’d just about made up his mind that he should turn right around and head back to the gift shop for flowers when a familiar, smoky voice called his name.
“Hello, Daniel.”
Turning, he froze at the sight of her. She’d let her hair down, literally. The vibrant red lay in soft curls over her shoulders, which were left bare by the short, curve-hugging dress she’d chosen. Her skin seemed to glow, though whether that was from the deep blue of the dress or she’d done some feminine magic to give herself that glow, he wasn’t sure.
“Holy shit.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he wished desperately for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow him whole.
But Professor Renard didn’t seem to mind. Her lips curved up, a smile of pure feminine satisfaction as she raked her gaze down his body and back up. “You clean up well yourself, Mr. Hollis.”
He hadn’t put on a full suit, but since he didn’t know exactly where they were going for dinner he’d figured he should dress up a little bit. Freshly pressed gray slacks and a cream-colored button down that he’d left unbuttoned at the top because the thought of putting on a tie made him feel a little claustrophobic. When he’d left his dorm, he’d felt slick and put together, but next to her he just felt sloppy.
“I should, um, go put on a tie. Or… something.”
Still wearing that cat-who-ate-the-canary smile, Professor Renard tilted her head to the side, just a bit. But enough for him to feel like she was studying him, like she saw things he didn’t want her or anyone else to see. “Perhaps what you should do is trust that I would tell you if I wasn’t satisfied with your attire. Can you do that for me, Daniel?”
His breath tangled in his chest and he prayed with everything he had that she wouldn’t notice the erection tenting the front of his pants. “Yes, Ma’am. I think so.”
“Good boy.”
A whimper rose in his throat at her praise. Despite occasional trips to the Dungeon during his time at Rawhide, he’d never had those words hit quite so hard. Like a physical punch to the gut, one that had his knees trembling with the desire to drop down and worship every inch of her gorgeous, curvy body.
Hunger flashed in her eyes, leaving him again with that impression that she saw right through to the deepest parts of him.
