Bedding his Innocent Mistress by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE BOX ARRIVED ON Saturday morning. Ivy was reading the news on the GBRTV iPad app, listening to Adele, and was on about her fifth cup of tea when the knock came.

Her heart leaped.

Rafe?

Ridiculous.

He’d been very quiet since their lunch the day before. He hadn’t asked her to his apartment, and she hadn’t offered. She might crave him bodily, but she was in control of her cravings and whatever they were.

She padded to the door, cinching her robe more tightly around her waist as she pulled it inwards.

“Miss Hennessey? Sign here, please.” The delivery man held a white box towards her, and Ivy took it, juggling it on her hip as she ran the stylus across the electronic pad.

“Thanks,” she murmured, kicking the door shut with the heel of her foot and moving back down the hallway. She pulled at the ribbon as she went, because she was impatient. She recognised Rafe’s scrawl across the front of the box and curiosity was chewing through her. She placed it on the table to finish, pushing the lid off and separating the tissue paper with mounting fascination.

A card was on top of black gauze.

Wear this tonight. Only this. And bring the rest. 8pm. And Ivy, you will be staying over because you’ll be too exhausted to move.

So far as romance went, it was non-existent. Good.

She frowned, pulling the black fabric out and gasping as a seriously skimpy and sexy negligee emerged. It was all transparent black lace, and she could tell just by looking at it that it would only just cover her bottom.

Mmm, she thought. Perhaps.

She bit down on her lip as she reached back into the box and her fingers gripped something cold and hard.

She lifted it and froze.

Handcuffs.

And not flimsy novelty ones, either. These were hardcore, impossible to break free of, police-grade cuffs. She pulled at them with a sense of growing awareness, and then stuffed them back in the box. They made a sound as they chinked against something else.

Something metallic.

Her frown deepened as she reached in and now two little clothes pegs came out, with gem-stones dangling from either end. Strange. What could they be for?

Wishing Lisette was there to ask, and also incredibly relieved she wasn’t, Ivy stuffed it all back into the box and carried it hastily up to her room. The Thames glistened beyond her little dormer window – the window Steve had used to love to look out of. She barely saw it. Her heart was thrilling.

Did he expect her to balk at whatever kinky night he had planned?

Ivy grinned.

Far from it. She couldn’t wait…

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