“I don’t know if you know this but your club is pretty fancy. I don’t want to show up looking like I’ve been dragged through a hedge.”
“If I wanted fancy I’d be marrying a different woman. Leave your hair down, I’ll be braiding it later anyway.”
I swallowed, my breath catching. I remembered Kal braiding my hair with rope the night I’d let him tie me up. He’d barely touched me and yet it had been a singularly erotic experience.
Alfie’s arms came around me, his hand pressing against my stomach where my butterflies fluttered. “You’re nervous. One day you’ll just be excited. It’s only sex, Lola.”
“With extras.”
“Right. That’s not what's making you nervous though. Tonight you have to trust me. Really trust me. You’re not sure that you can.”
“I am sure of you. It’s just…” I paused, frustrated. I didn’t know how to phrase this in a way that wouldn’t start an argument. “You’ve split me down the middle, Alfie. I know I can trust you but you’ve also taught me many times that I can’t. It’s taking a while for my instincts to un-learn that.”
He pressed a kiss into my hair. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with this because of me. I’m going to fix it.”
We gazed at each other in the mirror. He looked so handsome in his tux, like an old movie star. I couldn’t believe he was mine. What I could believe is that when he said he was going to fix this, he truly meant it.
“I love the dress. I swear you shop for me better than I shop for me.”
“I spend more time obsessing over the lines of your body than you do.” He traced his fingers down my spine, making me shiver. “I love seeing the curve in your back, the turn of your neck.” His fingers travelled up and over, trailing a line down between my breasts. “When I make your breath catch, I can see it here.”
I reached up behind me, tracing my own line along his jaw. “And when I makeyourbreath catch, I can see it here.” His jaw ticked right on cue. I pressed into him, pushing myself up against his hardening erection, encouraging him to just lift up my dress and take me. When I thought he was about to do just that, he pulled away, leaving me aching.
“Sit.” He instructed, pointing at the blush pink pouffe. I sat and he knelt in front of me, holding the shoe box. Inside were a pair of red-bottomed black heels. I was going to struggle to walk in those tonight. I eyed my Alfie, wondering if that was the point.
“Is there anything you want to ask me about tonight?”
There were a thousand things. I wanted to know what precisely he was going to do to me but I knew he wouldn’t spoil the surprise.
“No. Well…do I have to call you anything?”
“What?” He laughed, sliding one shoe onto my foot.
“Like, do I have to call you ’Sir’ or, um, something.” I could feel my cheeks turning bright red. From the smile on his face though, Alfie was clearly enjoying it.
“Now, which dark corner of Pornhub taught you about that?”
I gave a little snort. Porn was not my cup of tea. Alfie knew that.
“I just did some research.”
“Research?” He repeated, barely hiding his grin. “On what exactly?”
“On all of this…stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Will you stop repeating what I say?”
This time the smile spread across his face, showing his teeth. I squirmed. I wished I hadn’t mentioned this at all.
“Find anything you like during yourresearch?”
“No.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Do you want to call me ‘Sir’?”
“Definitely not.”
