Then it came to me. Something I knew he would like.
It was August, two and half months after Knight claimed me for good because I let him. My spa was opening in a few weeks. My apartment was a full on mini-spa because that was all I did there. My stuff and some of my clothes were there but I didn’t need them since Knight had since totally spoiled me. New silky, lacy, satiny nighties. New jeans. Dresses to wear to Slade when we went. Shoes. Tops. He’d ordered me to, “throw all that shit away, babe, I catch you in any of it, you earn a red ass” meaning my underwear when I came home to bags and bags of seriously sexy undies.
And I had a new car. A two-seater Mercedes. Black. He said it was not flash, just class, but it certainly was flash to me. We had words. I refused to accept. Knight refused to accept my refusal. This went on a while. Then he got sweet and I couldn’t keep refusing. Then he bitched about how hard it was to give me “fuckin’ anything”. Then we had more words because I informed him a car wasn’t exactly “fuckin’ anything” it was, “a fucking car, for fuck’s sake, Knight!” (that was me yelling).
At this, he burst out laughing which made me angrier. Then he shut me up and swept away my temper by kissing me, though that only worked because that led him to doing other things to me.
So now I had a sweet crib, a sweet ride, sweet kit and a sweet day job.
And a sweet life.
And Knight.
Knight just had me.
And I didn’t know how to give him more.
Except this way.
So I’d planned. I texted him when he was already at work and told him Sandrine had called and we were going out. The truth was, I was out for drinks only with both Sandrine and Vivica. No dancing. No men. Just the girls in a back, corner booth, lemon drops (me), martinis (Viv) and cosmos (Sandrine). We’d cabbed it so we were safe.
Knight called four times which I didn’t pick up, and left two texts.
So I didn’t bite off more than I could chew, I texted him back twice too, telling him I couldn’t hear the phone ring over the music but assuring him we were fine and I’d get a taxi.
Then he sent one last text.
Ass. Home. Now.
That was thirty minutes ago. I was pushing it, I knew.
But I was being bad.
And I was hoping that I’d succeeded in not biting off more than I could chew.
I pulled my key from my purse at the door, inserted it in Knight’s lock, turned it and sucked in another calming breath, wishing I’d had one last lemon drop for courage before I pushed it in.
It barely clicked behind me before Knight, wearing dark gray suit pants, shoes and a tailored slim-fit shirt the color of the deepest, darkest raspberry, prowled out of his study.
I stopped dead when the vibrating heat hit me.
“You went out with Sandrine?” he whispered and it was sinister.
I commenced, or I should say continued the game.
I flipped my hand in front of me, starting to take a step and saying airily, “We were fine, honey.”
“Stop… right… there.”
I stopped and focused more on him.
“You went out with Sandrine?” he repeated in his scary whisper.
“Honey, seriously, we were –”
He cut me off. “Without a man on you.”
“Like I said, we were –”
Another interruption as he crossed his arms on his chest. “Did you get my messages?”
“I couldn’t hear them over the music,” I said softly then offered, “I got your texts.”
“So you know I wanted your ass home three hours ago.”
“Knight, we were –”
“Dress off, panties off, leave the shoes,” he growled and my belly dropped.
“What?” I whispered.
“Right there, take your fuckin’ dress off, your panties off and leave your shoes on. Then walk your ass into my study and position on my desk, ass to the door.”
My legs trembled and my womb contracted.
“Knight –” His name trembled too.
“You do not,” he clipped, “wanna make me say it again.”
I held his eyes and he held mine.
I pushed it, for him.
Then his arms started to uncross as his body started to move and I dropped my purse and keys to the floor.
Then, eyes still on his, I lifted my skirt slowly and hooked my fingers into my panties. Then I pushed them down, they fell down my legs, the silk and lace flitting across my already sensitive skin as they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them and curled my fingers in the black silk of my dress, biting my lip and pulling it over my head.
When it fell from my fingers to the floor, Knight barked, “Study,” turned and stalked away.
I walked on shaking legs to the study.
Okay, all right.
Okay, all right.