“Is that something you need, precious?” he inquired, his eyes warm. “Are you looking for a Dom who can help in that respect?”
I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Snowden. I don’t have to have it, but…”
“That’s something that would make you happy.” It wasn’t a question.
“It is,” I confirmed.
“Then that’s something I can provide you,” he said.
My heart swelled. I’d always been nervous to admit that I wanted something more than the average D/s relationship. I wasn’t completely on board with the whole Master/slave setup, but I would admit that I leaned dangerously close to wanting that.
Mr. Snowden moved away, retrieving my robe and helping me to slip into it. While I was securing it, he headed into my bedroom only to return a couple of minutes later.
“You’ll find what I’d like you to wear lying on your bed.” He moved in close, then leaned in and kissed me gently. “Now, I need to head down to the office. But I’ll see you shortly.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, precious.”
I stared at the front door for several minutes after he left. But then it hit me that I had to be at work in the very near future and the last thing I needed was to be late on my first day.
Grabbing my panties and bra, as well as my lukewarm coffee, I took a sip and headed into my bedroom. There on my bed was a mid-length black skirt and a sheer red blouse with a red silk shell.
I smiled to myself. The shirt was one of my favorites out of all the things they’d bought me.
Putting my coffee mug down, I grabbed the hangers and began removing the articles from them. It didn’t take long to pull on the outfit, pad into the bathroom to check myself out. My eyes dropped to my bare feet.
“Need shoes.”
When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed a pair of red pumps sitting on the floor beside the bed. They were sexy, and with the narrow heel, they only intimidated me a little.
A few minutes later, I was checking out the finished product in the full-length mirror.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
No, I wasn’t used to seeing myself dressed like this, but I wasn’t put off by the fancy getup. I looked nice, and quite possibly a little sexy.
The skirt was long enough to cover the tattoo on my thigh; however, those on my arms were visible through the sheer material of the shirt. There wasn’t much I could do about that, and since they’d already seen that I was decorated with ink, I figured it wasn’t a big issue.
Sometimes I thought back to the friend of mine who had convinced me to get all the artwork. Darla was a tattoo artist, so she did the work mostly in her spare time for very little, often for free. When I’d worked in her shop answering phones, a couple of the other artists had done some work on me when they were bored. Otherwise, I never would’ve been able to afford them.
I gave my face a good once-over in the mirror. I definitely needed to touch it up.
Something else I’d never been able to afford before…makeup.
At first, I’d been a little taken aback by the high-quality stuff Mr. Snowden had purchased. It was one thing I’d learned to live without because makeup was ridiculously expensive. And now I had access to all sorts of stuff. As I’d been applying it before Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker arrived, I had wondered if maybe Luci would give me some tips, because I was evidently heavy handed, hence the reason I’d washed it off once and had to try again. Being that I didn’t look like a lady of the night, I was happy with the finished product.
After a little dabbing, some swipes of mascara over my lashes, and another dusting of powder, I was ready. For anything.
After all, this was the first day of the rest of my life, and if the morning was anything to go by, I could pretty much bet it was going to be interesting.
*
By the time seven twenty rolled around, I’d been pacing my kitchen for at least ten minutes. By seven thirty on the dot, I was riding the elevator down to the thirty-third floor. I hadn’t been sure exactly where to go since they didn’t specify, so I headed for the same place I’d gone for the interview yesterday.
Jordan was there, a beaming smile on his face when the elevator doors opened.
“And there she is,” he said cheerfully. Within a second he was at my side, taking my hand and leading me toward his desk. “First off, I’m stoked that you took the job. Secondly, you look fantabulous. And last, but certainly not least, it looks like you’ve had a good morning.”
I laughed in an effort to hide my blush.
