Page 43 of His Runaway Mate

I smirk to myself as I go into the bedroom.

She is there, in a towel. She turns to me with a sassy look on her face. “Oh, it’s you,” she says.

“Are you disappointed?” I smile. “Hoping for another round with Fescue?”

“No,” she says, though her expression says yes.

“I wanted to see how you were,” I say, reaching for her and drawing her into my arms. “Last night was intense.”

“Yes. It was,” she mumbles into my chest. I run my hand down her back in a soothing caress and tap her ass gently. I feel her wince. She’s tender. A small smile passes over my lips. I am glad about that. She needed to be punished. She seems settled today.

“You were good for me,” I murmur in her ear, rubbing her ass gently over the towel.

“I had no choice,” she mumbles back. “You made me be good.”

“I did, didn’t I.” I smile down at her. “And you are going to be good for me today. Keep out of trouble while I have meetings, go and get the orientation tour with your friends, and I will join you after work.”

I don’t get to hear her response to my request for her to be good, because Fescue is already back.

“I have something you might find more acceptable to wear,” he says. “I trust it is colorful enough.”

He has brought in a pink jumpsuit that last saw the outside of the pack closet sometime in the ‘80s. Her eyes widen, and then she grins broadly.

“That is so cool!”

“Yes. I thought you might like it,” Fescue says. “I have a pair of crisp white trainers to go along with it.”

“I love it,” she says. “It’s so cute.”

Fescue turns away so he can hide the roll of his eyes from her. I catch his eye and nod to him, a silent appreciation for finding something she will like wearing.

“It’s got teal stripes,” she grins. “Oh, my god, it’s so cute. We could never make things like this now. I’m going to get changed.”

She rushes off with the suit under her arm, heading for the bathroom.

“You said you were in meetings all day, sir?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

“She’s going to have the house torn apart by then.”

“See that she does not.”

“Sir, I am many things, but one of them is not a babysitter for spoiled young mates.”

“Do it for me, as a favor, would you, Fescue? I have to attend to several important meetings today, and she likes you.”

“How can you tell?”

“How can you not?”

He looks faintly annoyed by my vagueness, but he nods his head. “Very well, sir,” he says with a resigned sigh that almost remains internal.

“Look at this!” Nicky comes out of the bathroom wearing the jumpsuit. It’s very retro and quite cute. I think she would look good in anything, and even better out of it.

“Do you like it?” She does a little spin and an aerobics style kick.

“Tonight you will be dressing formally,” Fescue says. “I will allow this nonsense in the interim.”