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Grace picked up the tray full of food feeling a little better after talking to Beth. She still had no idea what to expect from tonight, but her boss was right. Things would work out the way they were meant to, good or bad.
At three thirty Grace said goodbye to Beth and Tommy and made her way to the store before heading home. She had a lot to do before Alexander picked her up. After showering and shaving, she went to her closet to find something to wear. She didn’t want to disappoint her new Dom.
Grace tried on a handful of outfits before settling on the same fitted leather skirt she’d worn the week before and a white top that dipped low in both the front and the back. Because of how it was made, Grace wouldn’t be able to wear a bra. If Alexander was anything like her husband had been, he would like that.
The doorbell rang a little before six and she raced downstairs as fast as her three-inch heels would carry her. Figuring it was Alexander, she opened the door without looking, only to find her sister staring back at her with her eyes about to bug out of her head, holding her niece. The look on her sister’s face had her wanting to cover up.
“What are you doing here?”
It took Gabby a moment to answer. “I tried to call, but you didn’t answer.” She gave Grace a long once-over. “Now I know why.”
This wasn’t a conversation Grace wanted to have standing in her doorway, so she took a step back and let her sister inside. “Sorry. I was probably in the shower.”
Her sister scanned her surroundings, and then met Grace’s gaze with a smirk on her face. “Are you waiting on your doctor?”
She started to say he wasn’t hers, but stopped herself. He was hers. At least for the time being. “He’s taking me to a club.”
“Oooo. Dancing. Fun.” Her sister placed a single finger in the center of her top and pushed down, revealing more of Grace’s skin. “No bra. Nice. Someone’s hoping to get lucky tonight.”
Grace batted Gabby’s hand away. She could already feel her blush starting. “You said you called?” She really needed to get her sister’s attention away from what she was wearing and how she was going to be spending her evening.
Gabby repositioned her daughter on her hip. “When I picked Taylor up tonight, her babysitter told me she had a death in the family and won’t be able to watch her tomorrow or Monday. Mom said she can watch her tomorrow while I’m at work, but I was hoping you could cover Monday.” A sly grin appeared. “That is if you’re not spending your day off with your new man.”
“I can watch her Monday.” Grace chose to ignore the rest of what her sister said.
“Great! We’ll talk more Sunday.” Gabby gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before heading toward the door. “I’ll get out of your hair so you can finish getting ready, but I’ll expect details.”
Grace tried not to groan, and waved goodbye to her sister. Every time Gabby had asked her about Alexander in the past, Grace kept insisting there was nothing going on between them, that they were just friends. It wasn’t as if she could claim that anymore. They were definitely more than friends now. He was her Dom. Everything else? Grace wasn’t sure about that herself. She had no idea how she was going to explain it to her sister.
With Beth it had been easier. Beth wasn’t going to ask for a blow-by-blow, as it were. Gabby would want to know when things changed and why Grace had been holding out on her. It made her want to call her mom and tell her she wasn’t going to make it over this week. Of course, that would only put off the inevitable.
She heard Alexander’s footfalls on the porch and opened the door before he had a chance to ring the bell. He was dressed in black slacks and a greenish-blue shirt that buttoned down the front. Her heart rate picked up at the sight of him.
It wasn’t until he came inside that she realized he had his cane with him. “Is your leg bothering you?”
He raised an eyebrow and she realized her mistake. Not a great way to start the evening.
“Sorry, Sir.” She lowered her gaze to the floor as he closed the door.
Grace wasn’t sure what she was expecting his reaction to be, but she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand on the back of her thigh. “Easy, gattina.”
She bit down on the inside of her cheek and told herself to breathe.
He gave her a moment, and then eased his hand up under her skirt and ran his fingers along the seam of her thong. “Very nice.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His hand remained on her ass as he moved to stand in front of her. He lifted her chin with his free hand, his cane dangling only an inch from her breast. “I approve of your top as well.”
She swallowed, not saying anything as he ran the back of his hand down her neck to the hollow between her breasts where the material of her shirt pooled. But unlike her sister, he didn’t tug at her shirt to confirm she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then again, he didn’t have to. Grace could feel her nipples pressing against the silky fabric, trying to get free.
Grace was so focused on her body’s reactions she almost missed his next words. “It’s going to be a big night for you, and as I said before, there will be no running. You will be by my side as my submissive and you will conduct yourself as such. If there is a problem, you will tell me immediately.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They stopped to have dinner. He’d sat beside her again, but this time he kept his hands to himself. She didn’t know if that was due to the fact that the restaurant was crowded or if it was because he could tell how nervous she was.
When they arrived at the club, he helped her out of her coat and handed it to the woman behind the desk in the lobby. “Thank you, Ali.”
