Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I carried the box over to the kitchen counter and set it down. “But, what did the man look like? The one dropping off the package.”
“Oh. Tall. Some muscle.” Raymond remained in the hallway. “Black shirt and pants. All designer I’m sure.”
Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest. “And could you give a proper description for a police sketch?”
“Scarlett, relax.” I shook my head and returned my view to the box.
“You want me to relax?” Scarlett sighed. “You have not talked to a guy this year, so who could this be but some psycho crazy—”
“I met someone tonight.” I grabbed the top off the box and lifted it.
Tissue paper fluffed up.
“Thanks, Raymond. I’ve got it from here.” Scarlett shut the door and rushed to me. “Who did you meet, and why am I just hearing about this?”
“You greeted me, yelling about a serial killer being in Paradise. I felt like that was way more important.” I moved the tissue paper to the side and spotted a white card lying on top of red fabric. It had black letters written in cursive.
“Forget about the serial killer.” Scarlett grinned. “I want to hear about the rich guy you just met.”
I picked up the card and read it.
Nova,
I am thrilled to see you tomorrow night at 8pm. Be downstairs. My driver will pick you up.
By the way. . .the mere thought of being in your presence ignites a fire in me that cannot be contained.
As a symbol of my burning impatience, I have enclosed a small gift for you.
Inside, you will find the most exquisite red dress that I have personally selected for your breathtaking body.
The color will perfectly match your alluring beauty.
I cannot wait to explore. . .
I raised my eyebrows.
Explore what? Us? Or. . .is he talking about something else? Maybe. . .I’m over thinking it all.
Scarlett held her hand out. “I need to read this card. I’m super nosy and also on guard. Nobody better not ever mess with my girl.”
I gave her the card and reached my hand into the box.
Scarlett shook her head. “I am shocked you gave him our address. That’s not like you.”
“I didn’t tell him where we lived.” I pulled the red dress out.
“Wait. You didn’t tell him?”
“I didn’t.” I assessed the dress.
It was an explosion of red as if someone took a vat of red paint and threw it on a blank canvas and then added every shade of red imaginable.
I checked the size and confirmed that it would fit.
How did he guess my size? So odd.
This dress would perfectly hug my curves. Plus, the garment screamed super expensive. Never had I worn something so nice.
Scarlett finished reading the card. “Wait. You have a date tomorrow?”
“I do.”
“Well, damn.”
I turned the dress around. “And. . .apparently, I am wearing this.”
Chapter Five
The Burning Woman
Sitting in the back of my Bentley, I watched as Paradise City slowly retreated into the distance.
The neon lights and towering skyscrapers passed by like ghosts in a dream. The bustling streets gave way to small homes and sleepy suburbs, where the dim glow of street lamps marked the spaces between houses.
For miles and miles, nothing but darkness consumed the landscape, showing no sign of the serene countryside that lay ahead.
Charles, my loyal chauffeur, steered us through the darkness. His reflection shimmered in the rearview mirror.
My thoughts, however, were fixed on Nova and what her reaction would be to the surprise I’d left at her building.
It was a simple gesture, nothing grand—a note and red dress.
I could almost feel Nova’s hands trembling as she opened the box, her eyes widening at the sight.
The dress was breathtaking. The ruby red fabric was stunning. I’d admired its plunging neckline, the flattering silhouette, and its folds falling gracefully down.
And although the dress was beautiful, on her it would be flawless.
I should make her cum while she wears it.
I imagined Nova draped in the lush red of the dress. In my mind, her dark hair swirled around her exquisite face, and her brown eyes gleamed with a passionate intensity that shimmered brighter than the fabric surrounding her.
Surely the red would accentuate her radiant brown skin.
Did she like the gown?
And more important, did she understand that she was to wear it for our date tomorrow night?
And that wearing the gown would be her first test in obedience?
I was a dominant man, and I expected her full submission.
Will she pass my tests?
My heart raced with anticipation.
My cock twitched as I considered what I planned to do to her tomorrow.
The thought of peeling away the fabric, finding her naked and vulnerable beneath it, filled me with a hunger that could not be contained.
I wanted to ravish her, to make her gasp with pleasure in all the ways I knew how.
To make her body quiver and tremble for my every touch, my every command.