Page 143 of Reign

Then I spot the subtle metal hooks recessed into the ceiling above it.

My attention drops to the frame. Something about its construction suggests hidden compartments beneath the polished wood.

Restraints?

Rope?

An entire collection of things from that questionnaire?

A little thrill moves through me.

Maybe he’ll tie me to it.

I’m still considering the possibilities when Luciano closes the door behind us. The quiet click sends another pulse of excitement through my stomach.

He crosses to the sitting area and lowers himself into a large leather armchair, legs spread, one arm resting casually against the side. Then he looks at me.

Really looks at me.

That’s when it occurs to me.

He’s never seen me naked.

In the bathroom at the wedding, my dress stayed shoved around my waist and my panties were pulled to the side. He touched me. He had me. But he never saw all of me.

Now he will.

The realization puts the smallest crack in my confidence.

It lasts approximately one second.

My body is great. He’s about to discover that for himself, and I’ve already waited three days for him to do something interesting.

Might as well get to the fun part.

I cross to the dresser, put down the water bottle, and reach behind me for the zipper of my dress.

“Wait.”

My fingers stop.

I glance at him over my shoulder. “I thought the lesson was nudity.”

“It is.”

“This is generally how that happens.”

He smirks. “So eager.”

“You’ve made me wait,” I say turning to face him.

“And somehow, you survived.”

“Barely.”

His gaze travels over me, slow and unapologetic, lingering until I feel the weight of it through my clothes.

“Let me look at you,” he says.