Henry also opens the car door for me, and I sit down. I try to do so as elegantly as possible, but as elegant is not in my repertoire—it feels as strange as it can get.
I bite my lips as I glance at Victoria, and the way she looks at me causes a heated wave to surge through my body. Her eyes pour desire from them, and her lips part slightly. Apparently, I have made her speechless.
I am, too. I don’t even know what I am doing here. So I just grin to myself. Like the idiot I am.
Henry starts the car, and we take off.
I avert my eyes to stare outside. I am not good at handlingsilence, so I try to distract myself. I feel her eyes on me, and at some point, I can’t anymore.
“While I appreciate the gesture, you shouldn’t have—“ I begin, but I am interrupted.
“Silence,” she says, and I close my mouth and fall silent like hexed. Time passes, and I don’t dare issue another word.
“Do you like being told what to do?” she asks me after a while.
I stay silent.
“You may speak now,” she adds.
But I don’t know what to say. Because I do—and what does that say about me?
“I wish to get an answer,” she says, her tone stricter.
“I…um—“ I begin and glance nervously at Henry in the front. He’s listening to everything I say.
“He is paid for his silence,” she says as she follows my gaze. “So, answer. Do you like being told what to do?”
“Yes,” I say, cheeks flushing red. “But it makes me feel bad.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Because I feel less, and judged.”
“What if I tell you following my orders is what I see as the highest form of respect and trust, and I am absolutely captivated by it?”
“You are?” I blurt out.
“Very,” she says. “All you need to do is let me.”
Unbearable heat flushes through me from my pounding heart.
“Okay,” I say and bite my lower lip to keep a smile from spreading over my face. One she has already seen, because a glowing shimmer flickers through her eyes.
“There will be one rule for the remainder of this day,” she says. “You will do what I tell you to, no discussion. I am promising you nothing will hurt you, and you can always set a hard limit. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Very well,” she says, a wonderful smile on her face. “Now, tell me, do you like the clothing?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Good,” she says. “You will be with me today. In private and public. You will not be required to interact with anyone. I will do thetalking if it comes to it, I will take care of everything—there is no need for you to do anything but enjoy the day, do you understand?”
Her words sound highly cryptic to me. Usually, my personality would force me to try to find out what is about to happen; it would make me argue with her, stop her by all means, but I am not allowed to, and it is as if a heavy burden is lifted off my shoulders.
“Yes,” I say.
She smirks.
