The next thing I knew, he reached for me. I tried to break his hold, but it was futile as he banded his arms around me and picked me up off the floor. My breath whooshed out when he tossed me over his shoulder like I was a bag of flour.
“I can and I will,” he said, heading for the door.
I gripped his shirt with one hand, holding on for dear life while pounding my other fist on his back. “Put me down.”
Kieran didn’t respond to me beating on him, he merely kept walking.
When he pressed the button to call the elevator, I panicked. “Fine. I’ll get dressed.”
“Too late for that.”
“Kieran,” I pleaded.
To my shock and relief, he turned away from the elevator as it arrived and marched back into the bedroom. He took the hall leading to my walk-in closet, then deposited me on my feet.
“You have five minutes.”
“I want to shower,” I told him, keeping a firm grip on the sheet as I backed away. “Please.”
His gaze skimmed the clothes hanging on the racks before he turned back to me. “Fine. But the trade-off is I select your outfit.”
“As long as it’s not a sheet,” I argued.
He smirked. “Go. Shower. You’ve got twenty minutes.”
I could make twenty minutes work. I had no choice, I thought as I marched into the bathroom.
Twenty-two minutes later, I came out of my closet wearing the outfit Kieran had picked out for me.
I’d been surprised to find the virgin-white panties and bra set, having figured Kieran was the type of man who liked his women to go commando. What hadn’t shocked me was the outfit. I had expected he would find the most sexy yet professional clothes that I apparently owned. The black skirt was made of sturdy material, pleated and resting at mid-thigh. It paired nicely with the long-sleeve white silk blouse with the deep V, embroidered with black beads and matching buttons running down the front. He completed the ensemble with a pair of knee-high, thick-heeled black boots. I took a few test steps to ensure I wouldn’t fall over and realized they were rather comfortable.
Knowing I’d gone past my allotted time, I headed out to find Kieran was standing at the elevator waiting for me. He had his phone in his hand, his eyes on the screen.
“Something wrong?”
His attention slowly moved to me, his eyes raking from my head to my feet and then back up. When he met my gaze, I saw approval there, which made me smile.
Kieran turned around and reached for something laid over the metal sculpture behind him. When he turned back, he held up a leather jacket, turning it so that he could assist me in putting it on. I hesitated.
“Vegan leather,” he said with a smirk.
“Are you sure?” It sure looked like expensive, genuine leather.
“Positive.”
What? Had Knox created a custom clothing line just for me?
As I moved to allow Kieran to help me with it, I smiled at the thoughtfulness and the gentlemanly gesture.
The material was buttery soft and smelled amazing, making me inhale deeply as it settled on me.
A few minutes later, we were getting into the backseat of the same Bentley that had brought us back from Delta June’s yesterday. Kieran sat quietly on the seat beside me, his focus back on his phone.
The car pulled away from the curb, working into the thick traffic.
“Is Knox mad?” I asked, looking over at Kieran.
He looked up. “He mentioned something about spanking your ass for delaying him.”
