Page 113 of Royally Redeemed
“I literally just confessed my love on camera for you and that’s your big concern?”
She cringed. “I am so bad at my job.”
“You are lovely. You made me look like a winner.”
“Well, professional me feels as though I’ve failed you, but girlfriend me is very proud of myself.”
I kissed her forehead. “You should be. Now, I need to change. We should go get dinner, right John?”
I turned, finding him twiddling his thumbs and trying to give me space.
“Yes, sir?”
“Dinner,” I answered. “I think we should all change, relax, and eat—somewhere chill.”
“Yes,” John agreed. “Sure.”
Eloise and I stepped inside the bigger guest room. We began to unravel.
“Wear jeans. Dress down,” I sat on the bedside to take my shoes off.
“You have rarely seen me in jeans,” she said.
“Well, I love you in one of those little I-mean-business skirts of yours, but I also love your ass in jeans. Please?”
Eloise approached, climbing astride me on the bed unexpectedly. “Are you going to be a good boy and continue to behave all the way back home?”
“You are… not helping, my love,” I said.
She bit my lip, then asked, “I said, “are you going to be a good boy?”
“I don’t know if I can… not like this.”
Eloise took my face in her hand forcefully in a way that cut through me.
“I said?—”
“Yes,” I promised.
“Yes what?” She asked.
“Yes, Mistress Mills,” I gasped.
She softened. “Good. I’ll let you worship me later, but I’m hungry.”
I smacked her ass. “Go on then, torture me.”
She giggled. “You are so easy to rattle.”
I continued changing into a pair of trousers and a short-sleeved shirt.
Eloise put on jeans and a blouse I fancied that gave a full view of her beautiful tits, “Did you mean what you said?”
“About what?” I asked. “About loving you? Yes, of course.”
“No, about… me… the suitability of me?”
“Yes,” I said. “Eloise, you’re perfect.”
