Chapter Eighteen
‘Such a sour puss.’
Despite being dripping wet from the shower, Kai pulls me into his arms.
‘I’m just wondering what mischief has been done to my underwear now.’
‘You make it sound like a perversion. I’ll have you know I just have very efficient staff.’ His hand reaches out, brushing the wet locks from my shoulder. ‘And there are certain advantages to being without.’ His voice is husky as he strokes a finger down my chest, dipping it into the towel and tugging. I allow myself to be pulled forward in small increments as he moves backwards, heading for the bed.
Much like my resolve, my voice trembles as I whisper, ‘Be good.’
‘I’m always good,’ he answers, mouth dangerously close to my ear. Fingers slide from the towel to my shoulders before he pushes me against the bed, laughing softly. ‘But heaven forbid I should distract you.’
Stepping away, he leaves my body vibrating and my mind momentarily confused. He opens the door to a large, ornate cabinet, removing a dry cleaning bag, which has a gift bag looped around the hanger
‘Thongs,notfor your feet,’ he says, placing the items on the bed next to me. ‘Unmolested, obviously.’
I frown at the clearly expensive undies, the second set in a row. I wonder if he’s stockpiled them in there, knickers for floozies for all sizes and occasions. Shaking away the ridiculous thoughts, I wave the tiny scraps of lace at him.
‘There are names for people like you, you know.’
‘Blame the laundry service,’ he says, throwing his hands up in defence. ‘Though I quite like the thought of you wearing something of mine. My shirt, my underwear...’
‘These would never fit you,’ I say giggling. ‘I might not be a size—’
‘You’re perfect.’ A sudden jolt of pleasure shoots through my limbs as he pushes me down against the bed, climbing over me, his knees either side of my hips.
‘I was thinking about you yesterday, waiting for you to arrive. Wondering what you’d be wearing.’ Running his hands over my shoulders, he watches my face carefully. ‘Will she be wearing a skirt or a dress cinched in at the waist? Can I guess what colour her underwear will be? And heels, fuck me, it’salwaysabout the heels.’ I giggle as his eyes flare comically. ‘But then, there you were. In front of me; a little flustered, but so pretty. And all I could think about, despite my best efforts, was ruining the perfection. Running my hands all over you. Defiling you. But, honestly? Buying you underwear is quite the opposite.’
‘You want me to keep them on?’ My brow furrows; he’s not making a lot of sense.
‘I suppose I do.’ His smile takes on a curious edge. ‘More specifically, I want to watch you put them on. Who’d have thought a reverse striptease could be so erotic?’
Kissing my forehead, he moves onto his back, sliding his hands behind his head and stretching out. ‘Go on, then.’
Slipping from the bed, I open the bag with shaking fingers.
‘Hmm,’ he groans, eyes fire bright. ‘Obscene.’
Stepping into a wall of blinding light and solid heat, I pop my sunglasses onto my head. It’s another hot Dubai morning.No change there, then.As the valet steps from a very flashy car and drops the keys into Kai’s palm, my head does a double take. I’ve known girls who are total rev-heads, girls who drool over bodywork, engine sizes and aerodynamics with a zeal I don’t understand. As far as I’m concerned, cars get you from A to B, but I do recognise Kai’s car. It’s a Bentley, a coupe in thunder grey.
Walking me to the passenger side of the sleek machine, he holds my hand to aid my sliding in.
‘So this is the car that reflects you?’ I ask as he tucks his long frame into the bone-coloured leather. ‘Car reflecteth the man?’
‘What’s that?’
‘I can’t imagine what kind of kinks a machine like this has,’ I answer, thinking back to that conversation and not quite believing I’ve brought it up.
Foot, meet mouth. Mouth, you know what to do.
‘Oh, they’re there,’ he replies with a smirk, pulling away from the curb. ‘Deeply embedded and somewhat binding.’
The driver arrives on time for my appointments, and after a morning of prodding and examination, I feel like a pin cushion as he drops me back at school. Hurrying past Huda’s office, I hope I won’t be called in to further explain. As admin head, she has no authority over me, but she seems to conveniently forget she isn’t theactualboss.
‘Ha! I see you, running in late!’ Her voice booms from her office, despite my tardiness being authorised.
‘Yeah, the traffic getting back wasabitc—a bit bad.’
