Mercedes had texted to let me know there was a showing scheduled for the afternoon, so I worked diligently to get the house in the best possible shape that I could. Although I would’ve preferred to wait until the house was officially on the market after the staging process was complete, Mercedes informed me it would be wise to show the house in the coming-soon stage. The potential buyers were extremely interested in the location.
Considering selling was critical, I took my best friend’s advice and put all of my energy to good use.
Zeke and I had just arrived home after making a trip to the storage unit when my cell phone rang. I had expected it to be Mercedes, so when I saw Trent’s name on the screen, my belly fluttered. I hadn’t heard from him yet today, and although I had done my level best, it had been hell trying not to think about him.
“Good morning,” I greeted, my mind flooded with memories from last night.
“It’s noon, sunshine. No longer morning.” His voice was like rich, dark chocolate caressing my entire body.
Wow. The time had flown by. “Well, then, good afternoon.” I held back the urge to call him Master. Hearing his voice made resisting damn near impossible, but I knew I had to.
He chuckled. “Did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I did.” I’d actually slept all night for the first time in months. With Trent in my bed, I’d felt safe, which had allowed my brain to shut off completely.
“It was hard not waking you up this morning,” he admitted. “But you looked so peaceful I refrained.”
Well, that certainly made me feel a little better.
“I’m calling to request your attendance at Dichotomy tomorrow night.”
“I would like that, Master.”
“So, no excuses this time?”
“No. None,” I said with a chuckle. I didn’t bother to tell him I’d already talked to Mercedes about going.
“That pleases me.”
My chest swelled and my pussy clenched. “Is there something specific I should wear?”
“Yes. Expect a couple of deliveries today. In the meantime, a car will arrive to take you to your appointment at the spa.”
“The spa?”
“Yes. As your Dom, it’s my job to pamper you, pet. This is my way of doing that.”
My entire body warmed at the sentiment. Plenty of women might’ve been turned off by the high-handedness, but it was exactly what I expected from a man like Trent. What I needed, in fact. “Thank you.”
“Oh, and tonight, we’ll be attending a fundraiser.”
“Tonight?” I’d seen him every day this week, so I hadn’t expected this.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “Troy and I will be there to pick you and Zeke up at seven.”
“What should I wear?” I asked, doing my best not to panic.
“Like I said, you can expect a delivery. And let Zeke know his tux will be delivered there as well.”
I peered over my shoulder to see Zeke stepping in from the backyard. “I’ll let him know.”
“I look forward to seeing you tonight, sunshine. Enjoy your day.”
With my heart fluttering, I managed to eke out a breathless, “I look forward to seeing you, too.”
Trent chuckled before the call disconnected.
“Something wrong?” Zeke asked.
“Nope. That was Trent. He said to tell you he’ll have your tuxedo delivered here.”
“Tuxedo?”
“For a fundraiser?” I thought for sure he’d know more about it than I did.
“Fucking hell,” he grumbled.
“Oh, and apparently I’ve got a spa appointment.” Not knowing how much time I had, I hurried to the bathroom, pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and hopped in the shower. After a quick soap and rinse, I dried off and put on clean clothes. After taking my hair down and combing it out, I returned to the living room to wait.
As though it had been planned, my doorbell chimed. I knew better than to answer myself, so I cast a quick look at Zeke.
When he opened the door, Trent’s driver—an older, heavy-set gentleman—smiled warmly. Evidently recognizing him, Zeke stepped back out of the way.
“Ms. Tinsley, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“Good afternoon, Kevin.”
The driver smiled. “I’m here to take you to your appointment.”
“Yes. Thank you. I just need to grab my purse.”
Kevin nodded, then stepped back to wait.
I went to get my keys and noticed Zeke was putting Tank in his crate.
“What are you doing?”
Zeke grinned. “Going with you.”
I immediately shook my head. “I… You really don’t need to go with me.”
“I really do,” he countered. “Remember, it’s my job. But don’t worry, girl, I’m not gonna sneak a peek at your pretty parts.”
I felt my blush creep up my neck and I pulled my purse onto my shoulder. Before I could get them, Zeke grabbed my keys and headed for the door, motioning for me to go out.
Kevin walked me to the waiting limo, then helped me inside before closing the door. Zeke climbed in on the other side as I was surveying the interior of the car. I noticed a chilled bottle of water had been considerately placed in the cup holder. I was far too nervous to drink it, but I appreciated his thoughtfulness.
