Subjugated by Jaid Black

Author:Jaid Black [Black, Jaid]
Format: epub
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc
Published: 2010-07-08T16:42:31.328000+00:00

Chapter Seven

Shannon frowned as it occurred to her that she hadn’t brought a change of clothes into the bathroom. There was no way she was putting back on the black cloak she’d worn throughout the long, exhausting trip. She’d spilt soda on it in the plane and muddied the hem somewhere between Customs and reaching Hani’s SUV.

She hesitated at the bathroom door, but there was no getting around the inevitable. She would have to ask her enigmatic husband to retrieve her suitcases for her.

“Hani?” Shannon called out, wrapping a white towel around her. “Hani are you out there?”

Silence.

“Hani?” she again inquired. Maybe he hadn’t heard her the first time. She spoke up quite loudly. “I need my suitcases. All my clothes are in them.”

Silence.

She pressed her ear against the door and listened for movement, but heard none. Uggh. Now what?

Shannon worried her bottom lip as she considered her options. She could stay in the bathroom until her husband returned only God knows when and fetched her suitcases for her or she could walk out of here and scurry to find something of his to wear until she retrieved her own clothes.

“I’ve got on a towel,” she muttered to herself. “It’s not like I’m friggin’ naked.”

The self-help pep talk brought her nervousness down to an acceptable level. Yeah, Hani was behaving strange and out of character, but then so was she. This virgin-trapped-in-a-maximum-security-prison-and-the-guards-have-been-overpowered bullshit mentality was not who she was.

Shannon frowned. Her husband was the only person on earth capable of making mincemeat of her brain. Thankfully he’d never put in an appearance at any of the trials she’d litigated, she thought dryly. The opposition would have won and she would have been disbarred for blatant stupidity soon thereafter if not on the spot.

In the past year, she had allowed Hani’s mere presence to reduce her to a simpleton who all but drooled in a cup. Well no more. From this moment on Shannon was back to being Shannon, she firmly decided. She squared her shoulders, reared her head and sashayed out of the bathroom with the forthrightness everybody but Hani was accustomed to seeing from her.

“Habibti,” she heard her husband say. She stilled. “This little white towel is much better than the long black tent.”

Shannon smiled as she turned to face him, the teasing lilt in his voice relaxing her senses. “Thank you,” she chuckled. “Maybe I can wear this on the trip home instead of that awful—”

Her turquoise eyes widened as she took in the sight of her husband. “…that awful…”

She swallowed against the hard knot in her throat. “…that uhh…”

Hani’s left eyebrow rose inquiringly.

“What the hell were we talking about?” Shannon breathed out.

Her husband was wearing nothing but loose, white, pajama pants that fell below the navel and contrasted against the golden olive of his skin in a sinfully arousing way. A thin line of black hair trailed down from his navel, disappearing into those pants.

Shannon’s gaze meandered over the length of him, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

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