I smirked.
“There’s a lot about this city you don’t know.”
He leaned forward. “Take me there then. I’m willing to try anything to save our marriage.”
His voice lowered to a low rumble. “Anything.”
The lewd offer stood there, waiting.
What was the best way getridof this man? He was not getting the hint.
“I”m into dominatrix and pet play.”
A muscle twitched in his jawline.
“What the hell is pet play?”
“How would you like wearing a collar and barking like a dog?”
He swallowed hard.
Oh, I knew that would get the old bastard thinking twice.
I smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
I reached into my purse and waved the divorce paperwork at him, then pointed to where I’d signed my name with a flourish. Paloma Di Pietro.
“Sign here.”
“No. I want a second chance. I’ll try it.”
“Try what?”
“The pet play stuff.”
I glared at him, trying to figure out what kind of game he was playing at. Apparently the old bastard wanted to play chicken with me. Well, I’d play chicken right back. He’d break soon enough.
“Fine,” I said as the limo slid past the gates and into our long driveway.
“What do I need to do?”
“Tonight you must address me as Mistress and say Yes, Mistress to what I request.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
As he opened the door for me, I stifled my irritation at his low, hungry voice, the obscenity of his eagerness.
“And you must let me put a collar around your throat. You are my pet to play with for the night.”
He instantly reached for his tie, and my eyes narrowed as he pulled the knot out, popping the top button and baring his strong throat.
“I’m ready, Mistress.”
“Now, go inside and wait by the door.”
I went to my closet and grabbed the steamer trunk I’d hidden way in the back, and grabbed a few items that would come in handy, as well as a black leather dress, fishnets, and high heels.
And, of course, his dog collar and leash.
