I pack up my bag and leave the coffee shop quickly. I’m going to have to think of a reply on this one, and also think about what I’m actually doing here. I should call Emerson to see what she thinks.
No.
I’m not telling her about this. She’ll just try and talk me out of it and I’m not in the mood.
I glance back to the café. Oh shit, I forgot to wait for my second coffee to arrive. I sit in the car and stare at my phone for a moment.
What do I write?
Okay. Let’s type.
From: Bree
To: Julian
Julian,
I would be willing to accommodate your off site request.
Forward me the details of the meeting.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree
I start the car and drive home with the goofiest smile plastered on my face.
I can’t believe I actually I had the guts to write that. I have to talk to Emerson. No, I can’t let her know anything just yet. There isn’t really much to tell, and besides, I’m not in the mood for a lecture. I want to have frivolous fun, lecture free.
I pull the car into the carport and my email pings. I scramble through my handbag to retrieve it. I frown as I open it. It’s an invitation of some kind.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 28th May
Time: 8pm
Place: Scarfes Bar, Rosewood London
Dress code: Slutty
My mouth falls open at the last line.
Dress code slutty! What the fuck?
I burst out laughing. What do you wear when the dress code is slutty?
I go over the invitation again and again, until I register the date. Hang on… that’s tonight.
My phone rings, an unknown number appearing on the screen.
I answer, “Hello.”
“Oh, hello, darling. It’s me, Frances.”
Julian’s mother. “Hello.” I smile.
“Julian isn’t able to get home from his conference tonight, he just called me. I will come and pick up the children at 6:00 p. m. and they can sleep at my house, if that’s okay?”
“No, you don’t have to,” I reply without thinking.
“No, it’s fine. I know you have plans tonight.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. That’s right. I’m inspecting the situation. Visions of Julian wanking flash through my mind, and I smile to myself.
Is this really happening?
“That would be great, thank you,” I tell her.
“See you then, darling.”
“Thanks.” I hang up and get back into the car with renewed purpose.
I’ve got to get some laser, a pedicure, and some serious slut wear.
The cab pulls up in the circular parking bay of the ritzy Rosewood hotel. My heart is hammering so hard in my chest, I have no idea how I’m not in the hospital already. As soon as the children got picked up, I started running around in a mad flap to get ready.
I glance down at myself and shake my head. I’m wearing a large trench coat and looking super serious to the outside world, but underneath is a completely different story.
He wanted slutty…. he’s getting super slutty.
I’m wearing a white, short, tight dress, with a red lacy bra peeking out. I’m in matching red stilettos, holding a matching clutch, too. I wouldn’t be surprised if you can see my red G-string through my dress. I’m cringing just thinking about it. I even got a spray tan to complete the whole look.
I look like a hooker-a cheap, dirty hooker.
My hair is down and curled, pinned back on one side, and my lipstick matches my shoes. I reapply my lipstick in my compact, and I smirk. I spent a fortune today looking this cheap.
He’d better appreciate it.
The driver comes around and opens my door, smiling at me as I get out. He’s probably hoping I will pay for my cab ride with a blow job.
“Thank you,” I offer.
My stomach churns as I walk into the foyer and follow the signs for the Scarfe Bar. I stand at the door and I psyche myself up. Should I take the jacket off?
Yes, you’ve come this far. You came to London to break free of your constraints.
Just do it.
I slide my coat off and give it to the cloak man, and he raises his eyebrows, clearly excited. I look at him deadpan. I don’t think so.
I exhale heavily, drop my shoulders, and then I walk into the bar looking for my date.
Wow, this place is something else. My eyes roam around the exotic space. There is a rosewood bar that runs the length of the large room, with different luxury velvet color stools lining it. Behind the mirrored bar there are shelves filled with every expensive looking drink you could imagine. There’s even a huge fireplace in here, as well as beautiful, big sofas in the same exotic colors of the bar stools. A piano is being played and the room is filled with people having Friday night cocktails. Their chatter and laughter fills the room.
Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m wearing a white dress and red underwear.
Help me! My eyes go over to the fireplace. I scan every chair, then I look over to the bar along the stools in search of him. Is he even here?
I glance at the tables just in front of me, and I see him sitting back in his chair, wearing a dark charcoal suit. His handsome face and big brown eyes are watching me, wearing a sexy grin.
He stands and comes to greet me. “Hello,” he purrs.
He kisses my cheek and the skin on my arms bursts to life. “Hi,” I whisper.
He stands back and his hungry eyes drop down my body. “Please, come and take a seat.”
Julian takes my hand and leads me to the table in the darkened corner he was sitting at. My heart feels like it’s seriously trying to escape my chest. I sit nervously, and he takes the seat opposite me. He leans back and rests his elbows on the side of the chair, his pointer finger trailing across his big lips as he smirks. “You look as sexy as fuck,” he whispers.
Oh man, I may not be able to take this night. It seems so weird seeing him in this context, and I smile awkwardly. I go to pull my dress down and he holds his hand up. “Don’t pull your dress down, I want to see.”
My eyes widen.
I sit back nervously.
A bartender walks past. “Can I please have a Blue Label Scotch on the rocks? And what would you like, Bree?”
“I’ll have a margarita, please.”
The bartender disappears back to the bar and my eyes fall back to Julian. “This is gorgeous.” I smile.
“Like you.”
“You make me so nervous,” I whisper.
His smirk grows. “You should be nervous. I’ve never been this physically attracted to a woman before.
I get a much-needed boost of confidence just as the waiter returns with our drinks.
“Thank you.” I smile as I reach for mine. I take a sip and lick my lips. “Oh, this is so good.”
Julian leans forward and cups my face in his hands, and I feel like I stop breathing. His eyes pierce mine, then he leans in and softly kisses my lips, and then licks his lips. “It does taste good,” he whispers.
My breath catches.
I have no words for how hot this man is.
He kisses me softly again and I feel myself lift from my chair.
“I have an offer for you.”
“An offer?” I ask.
“On these nights out, you can have my body, but you must know that my heart or my private home life isn’t up for negotiation. I will not discuss these nights at all with you in my home environment. You are a different person to me when you’re at work in my home.” He kisses me softly again and my eyes close.
Oh God, it’s the perfect kiss. Suction, softness, and a promise of what’s to come.
“I know,” I whisper.
“You need to think very carefully about what you’re agreeing to,” he mumbles against my lips. “I’m not wired like most men.” He dusts his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip as he watches me
He’s so fucking intense.
He pulls me forward, dropping his lips to my neck, and my head falls back as my eyes close in pleasure.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I’m in a bar with my red lingerie hanging out, making out like a prepubescent teenager.
“Do you want to dance with the Devil?” He bites my neck hard and I whimper.
His lips continue to roam up and down my neck.
“You need to protect yourself, because I can’t protect you from me,” he whispers against my skin.
I pull back and my eyes search his. “Are you warning me, Julian?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smile softly. “Maybe you’ll be the one who gets hurt?”
He kisses me again and smiles as he cups my face in his hands. His eyes have a tender glow to them. “Beautiful Bree and her enchanting optimism.”
An uneasy feeling swirls deep within me. He’s warning me that he’s going to hurt me-to run while I can.
And I know I should.
Alarm bells ring in the distance. Who am I kidding? There is no distance; they scream all around me. I know for certain that this is dangerous territory, but dancing with an honest devil sounds so much more appealing than sleeping with a lying god.
He kisses me softly, once more, and pulls back to lick his lips. “I would like to go upstairs to our room now.”
My nerves return and my eyes search his. “What’s the rush?”
“I need to get my tongue between your legs.”
What the fuck?
He smiles darkly. “I’ve needed to know how you taste for twenty-two days. I’m salivating, and I can’t take the suspense a moment longer.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Let’s cut to the chase and get straight to it then,” I croak.
He chuckles, and it’s a deep, sexy sound. “I’m not here to romance you, Bree, I’m here to take my pleasure from your body.” He leans forward and takes my face in his hands. “And I’m going to fuck you so damn good, no man will ever compare.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.
Run… run the fuck away, right now!
No man can even compare already and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He stands and holds his hand out for me to take. I drain my glass in one gulp and take his hand, and then the two of us walk to the elevator.
Once inside he rubs his thumb back and forth over the back of my hand.
My nerves are at an all time high.
What if he’s into kinky shit?
Anal.