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I sucked in a deep breath. He just had to go there, didn’t he?
“I didn’t ask to be here.”
“No, you didn’t.” Surprise, surprise. He agreed. “But you’re here now, and we both know the ultimate rule: You obey my instructions. There’s no way around that.”
What could I say that sort of thing? Was there anything to say?
He had only reiterated what I already knew—that I was stuck here. With him. So, it was more in my interest if I kept mute and complied.
I exhaled.
Egor nudged his head toward the dress on the bed. “Now that we’ve finally agreed, take this and get dressed.”
He’d been gone for a full week. Anna said he moved around a lot for work, and now he just appeared like a lightning bolt in the sky and demanded I put on a dress? This man truly was crazy. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t ready to go anywhere but decided not to bother. It was pointless and would certainly lead to another baseless argument where he’d exercise his power and prove who was in charge.
I took cautious steps, side-stepping away from him to lift the dress. It smelled new and was as expensive as it appeared. When I caught a glimpse of the price tag attached to it, I gulped down my protest and backed away under his watchful eyes.
I frowned at him and motioned toward the door. Why was he still inside? “Uh, you’re going to have to give me some space, you know that, right?”
The smile fell from his face, and he raised a thick brow at me, issuing a silent query or otherwise insinuating that I was somehow mad for even daring to suggest it.
“You’re changing in front of me, Freya.”
He’d called my name.Again. And a stupid flutter started in my chest.
I bit down on my tongue, holding back a curse. If I let it loose, he wouldn’t give a second thought to having my mouth sealed with duct tape. The more I tried to see the gentleman in him, the more intensely he projected the no-nonsense rogue that always had things done his way.
My fingers went down to the rope, keeping the robe on my body, and I summoned all the courage I’d managed to build up over the years to finally convince myself that it didn’t matter if the crazy man in front of me was on a mission to strip me of my dignity. I was going to keep my head held high no matter what.
I looked at him, and he stared back at me, his motive clear. Lust. This man clearly lusted after me. And as much as the idea strangely gave me butterflies, I would use it to my advantage.
With his intent gaze trained on me, I untied the knot, shimmied the fluffy robe off my shoulders, and let it go. It dropped to my feet with a soft plop, and I stood before him in nothing but my sheer underwear.
His eyes went dark—hungry and dangerous—and he raked my form from head to toe, drinking in all of me. His look was so intense that my heart skipped a beat, and tingles ran down my spine. My skin sizzled and rose in gooseflesh. Whatever was happening wasn’t normal. The room felt ten times smaller, and heat climbed up my neck.
I flexed my legs and ran my fingers through my hair. I’d seen videos on the gram and other social media platforms. I knew it triggered men when they were shown the detailedlengths of a woman’s body. I readjusted my thong, placed one hand on my hip, and then looked back at the dress.
Without a second thought, I shook my head. “It’s not going to fit. The neckline is too low for the bralette.”
His growl-like answer came in a heartbeat. “Then take it off.”
That shook me, stirring something warm between my legs. Like the heat of a tiny flame, slowly but quickly spreading throughout the rest of my body.
My eyes met his, and the furnace in them would have scorched me if I hadn’t braced myself. He was dead serious. I was going to strip fully before him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Slowly, my fingers hovered over the bralette strap on my back. I inhaled, and with a flick, the strap came off. I eased off the sheer fabric and let it pool at my feet, and my nipples hardened underverywatchful eyes.
I tried to convince myself I was just changing. This wasn’t meant to be erotic.
But watching his muscles tense, his nostrils flare, and his jaw tick setmeon fire.
My breath was coming out in small, shaky puffs, and he didn’t even touch me. Just sat there, feasting on me with his eyes, curled fingers, and a clamped jaw. His carnal reaction should have been fairly ridiculous if my body wasn’t tingling all over.
I walked over to the wardrobe to snatch an adhesive bra and grabbed a hair dryer to work on my hair.
The fix on my hair took under ten minutes, and it was time to wear the dress. I was nervous. I’d never had a man literally watch me get ready for anything.
I slipped on the dress and let the fabric glide over my body, but the zipper got stuck halfway. Muttering somethingcolorful under my breath, I walked over to the full-length mirror beside the dresser to try and reach for it. I almost gaped at my reflection.Ihad to admit I looked gorgeous with minimal effort, and it struck me that the man behind me had gotten the exact fit.
