His Submissive (Boston Doms Book 2) by Henry Jane & Archer Maisy

Author:Henry, Jane & Archer, Maisy [Henry, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2016-06-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Hillary twisted her neck back and forth, appraising her appearance in Matteo's bathroom mirror. She sighed. Her skin was pale from too many days stuck indoors, she had circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, her sundress was wrinkled, and her hair, without the aid of her trusty hair products and blow dryer, was a mass of unruly platinum-blonde waves with an inch of auburn roots showing at the top. But it was as good as she was going to get.

Life lesson: When the hot dominant in your life tells you to pack a bag and head to his place, don't start mentally squealing and picking out your sexiest lingerie. Instead, ask the important follow-up questions, like, "How long will I be on lock-down, Matteo?" And, "When should I tell Tony I'll be back to work?" And, "You do have a hairdryer, right?"

Why had she assumed that a man who had barely two inches of hair on his head would have a hairdryer?

Why had she assumed that a man so obsessed with her safety that he insisted she routinely lock the door behind her when she went out in the hall to check her mail would be remotely reasonable after she'd received all of those text messages and that… gift?

The blindfold and cuffs had been horrifying. If not for Matteo's constant reminders to focus on her daily rules and to trust him, she would have made herself sick imagining how the gift had gotten to be on her mantle. Had Marauder or one of his friends been inside her apartment, touching her things, looking at her family pictures? She wasn't sure if she felt better or worse once Matteo had tracked down the truth—that a guy claiming to be an old friend of hers had handed it to her dad to bring in.

Marauder had handed it to her dad. Had talked to her dad. He'd been near her family.

Hillary shuddered.

Still, that had been over a week ago, and he hadn't contacted her since. Wasn't it likely that he'd given up? Wasn't it, maybe just maybe, time for Matteo to lighten up a little bit? Having Matt or Slay or one of their friends escort her every time she went to Stop and Shop had gotten old. She'd missed so much work that her bank account was crying. It had been nearly impossible to keep her absence a secret from her sister who practically lived next-freakin'-door, and, oh yeah, her sexy, sweet dominant had been a bossy grump with a perma-frown for days.

Definitely no need for the sexy lingerie.

Fortunately, she'd remembered to pack her laptop, otherwise things would have been really desperate. Hillary might not have had any need for lingerie, but she'd managed to channel her sexual frustrations into her writing, and her characters had been finding a thousand new and inventive ways to get it on. In fact, her first novel was closing in on a happily-ever-after.

How pathetic was it when you envied fictional characters?

"Tink!" Matteo's impatient voice was accompanied by a brisk knock on the door.

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