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“Do you think the person who sent them might be dangerous?”Iris sounded more curious than worried, and he couldn’t blame her since it seemed unlikely so far.
“Since there hasn’t been follow-up or anything else weird going on with her, I would say no.”Law shrugged.Hopefully, he’d figure out why it bothered him.He smiled at Iris.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to derail the conversation.”
“That’s okay.What’s your favorite kind of flower?”She rested her hand on her chin as she watched his reaction.
Law was taken aback.He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had asked him what his favorite flower was—ifanyone had ever asked him.
“Uh, well, I always liked gardenias.”A little smile curved the edges of his lips.“Though irises are nice, too.”
“I like irises, but I get a little tired of them.I’ve always loved lilies and orchids.”Iris smiled back at him.
The conversation was interrupted when the server appeared to greet them, but Law tucked the information away—lilies and orchids, not irises.She’d probably received a lot of irises over the years, thanks to her name.He’d much rather give her the flowers she wanted.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Iris
Waiting for their food, the conversation flowed, and Iris slowly relaxed.Being with Law was easy, even fun, though that was not a word she would have used to describe him when they’d first met.It turned out, when he wasn’t in charge of a class, he had a lot of funny stories, a wicked sense of humor, and was only a little bossy.
Hell, Iris liked it when a man was a little bossy.They were so much easier to annoy.
Not that she was trying to annoy Law tonight.That wouldn’t be a smart move since they were scening right after dinner.But in general.She’d once heard Andrew’s friend, Angel, say she’d married her husband because he was the person she wanted to annoy for the rest of her life, and that had resonated with Iris.She remembered her mom teasing her dad a lot, and Kate definitely did that with Andrew, although when he was growing up, he hadn’t been as serious as he was now.
A lot of things changed after her mom died.
Still, Law was the serious one, so she would be the annoying one.It worked for her and would give him an excuse to spank her now and then.Not that he needed an excuse.If he wanted to spank her, he would, but Iris liked to think she was earning it.
Underneath the table, she slipped her heels off and found his foot.Law turned his head, raising his eyebrows as he met her gaze.Iris smiled serenely as if she wasn’t exploring his ankles with her toes.The leather of his shoes was hard, but the fabric of the pants he was wearing was far softer.There were socks, too.
Playing footsie wasn’t exactly erotic, but it was fun.She could see him trying to decide whether or not to stop her.When her foot skated up the inside of his calf, past his knee to his thigh, he stopped mid-sentence to pin her with a look.Iris blinked innocently.
Finished eating, she wasn’t bored, but she couldn’t help wanting to tease him.
“Is this your way of telling me you’d like to go straight to the dungeon and miss the show?”
Iris blinked.“Is that an option?”
It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in the show, but she’d seen plenty of scenes during the month she was ‘volunteering’ her services at Stronghold.Sure, the scenes at Marquis were more elaborate with a lot more pageantry, but right now, she was far more interesteddoingthan watching.
“Keep up what you’re doing, and it will become one.”
Iris contemplated the threat for all of thirty seconds while Law took the last bite of his steak and put his fork down.She slid her foot along his thigh right up to the… oh my.Yup.The very hard bulge at the front of his pants.
Maybe playing footsie had been a little more erotic than she realized.
Quick as a whip, Law reached down and grabbed her ankle, making her shriek in surprise.There was no way to yank it back and pretend she hadn’t been doing anything.Her foot was now pressed against his thigh, her toes still touching the hard ridge of his cock.
And the expression on his face was pure Dom.
Oops.
Maybe she’d miscalculated.Not scared, though definitely apprehensive, she hadn’t meant to piss him off.
“Okay, naughty girl, if that’s how you want to play.”
Iris shrieked again when Master Law scooted to the edge of the booth, dragging her with him.The hem of her skirt slid up to her waist, and she didn’t have time to drag it down before she found herself upended over his shoulder.
“My shoes!”
