“A car will be by at eight to pick you up,” Daniel says. “We’ll be in it. And we’ll be checking if everything’s on properly.”
“So wear those panties unless you want to earn a spanking, honey,” Sebastian advises.
I’m so turned on that I cannot breathe. The idea of them making me lift up my dress in the car so that they can examine me almost makes my heart stop in my chest. And their threats of a spanking? I can’t stop imagining me bent over one of their laps, panties rolled down to my knees, being punished for failing to follow their very precise orders.
They must know where my thoughts are — I’m practically panting with lust into the phone. “Bailey,” Daniel gives me one last instruction. “Don’t masturbate. Wait for us.”
“Is that another order?” I sass at them, though I fully intend to obey. “Will I get punished if I don’t listen?”
“You absolutely will,” Daniel assures me. “And you won’t like it, so I suggest you do as you are told.”
The total dominance with which he says those words turns me on even more. It is going to be a herculean task to keep my fingers to myself while I slip those panties on.
At that thought, my face heats in embarrassment. I’m going to be wearing a sex toy during one of Daniel’s work functions? How very awkward.
How very naughty, my inner rebel reminds me, and I grin widely. Hey, it’s not my work event. If Daniel wants to play sex games at his company party, I’m happy to indulge.
* * *
They’d said there would be a car for me. When I heard the knock on the door, I assume it’s the driver, but no. It’s the two of them, and Sebastian is holding a bottle of champagne.
“Aren’t you late for your own party?” I ask Daniel. “And aren’t we all too old to get pre-drunk?”
“Hello to you too, Bailey,” he replies with a twitch of his lips. “You look lovely in that dress.”
“I agree,” Sebastian says. “Invite us in, honey. This isn’t pre-drinking. This is celebrating.”
I step aside. “What are you celebrating?” I ask them, heading into the kitchen to find some champagne flutes.
Sebastian pops the cork expertly and pours the shimmery liquid into three glasses. “I’m going to turn down the franchise deal.”
“Seriously?” This has been so important to him. “You were so enthused about it. What made you change your mind?”
We clink glasses and I take a sip. The bubbles tickle my throat and it feels very sensual. Add in the string of pearls that rub against my clitoris every time I move, and I’m incredibly aware of my body.
“I wanted the idea of it more than the real thing,” he replies. “So many nights, when I was cooking at one lousy restaurant after another in the early days, I dreamed of going back home one day and proving everyone wrong.” His lips turn into a grimace. “It’s a dreadful thing to live in the past.”
“And what prompted this revelation?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” he says frankly. “A feeling has been growing within me that this is the wrong thing to do. Then on Thursday, I saw the details of the proposal, and it was garbage. Juliette keeps saying that the terms can be reworked, but I don’t want it to be.”
“How has Juliette taken the news?” I can’t see her approving of Sebastian’s decision, and she doesn’t strike me as the kind that is going to roll over and play dead.
“She’s still arguing with me.” He dismisses her with a shrug. “Whatever. She’ll come around soon enough.”
“Sebastian,” I say, my voice earnest. She’d followed me into the bathroom and told me to stay away from Sebastian, all because he kissed me. In the face of outright defeat, I can’t imagine what she might do, but I know it won’t be pretty. “I wouldn’t underestimate Juliette.”
He tosses the champagne back and refills our glasses. “I don’t want to talk about Juliette,” he says. “Not when all I can think of is pulling up your dress to check if you are wearing a very sexy pair of panties. I’m going to taste you, Bailey. I’m going to get you keyed up and aroused, and tonight, every time I turn and look at you, I’ll know you are hot, swollen and ready for my dick.”