Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Even Owner had to keep his hands to himself which was even worse.
It was almost an old-fashioned tragedy by the time we made it home. The only bright spot was waving to our neighbors next door as we headed inside. They were wonderfully helpful and only seemed slightly concerned to see my boring outfit.
It really was a startling change, but I was just grateful it would only be needed once in a while.
Owner looked at me as he led me around the side of the building to the private entrance to his apartment. When we were inside, he paused in his living room and looked at me. “Pretty one? Do the men next door actually own a body shop?”
Technically, yes.
“Yes, I got my car fixed there once. It got keyed.” Some men just could not handle rejection well. “They got the scrape out and it wasn’t that expensive.”
They’d done it at cost and I’d given their son a few private lessons as a tradeoff.
It was nice when small businesses could work together.
“Alright.” Owner was wonderfully smart and didn’t believe me for a second, but he decided it was better just to leave it vague. “I’m glad they did a good job on your car.”
Me too.
“Oh.” Just as he’d started to move, he went still and frowned. “Pretty one, I don’t have to worry about the men who run the body shop next door, do I?”
“No.” They really were very sweet and always knew a wonderful variety of compliments. “But you might want to be very polite to the owner’s wife. She’s…interesting.”
Luckily, she wasn’t around that much because she was a bit fiery.
“She does the books from home, though, so she’s not in the shop a lot.” Plausible deniability only worked if she never saw the cars that disappeared.
“Good.” Owner seemed like he wasn’t sure what else to say, but after a moment he took a breath and nodded to himself again. “Let’s go get you dressed in something more appropriate.”
That was a wonderful idea.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I sighed. “Yes, please. I don’t know how boring men do this all the time. Even if they’re straight, there’s no reason to be uncomfortable.”
Owner chuckled, rocking my head as he shrugged. “I don’t think they find it uncomfortable. I guess it’s what you get used to.”
Hmm, possibly.
But they really didn’t know what they were missing.
Skirts were so much better than scratchy denim that cupped me in all the wrong places.
“I will take your word for it, Owner. I think you know more boring people than I do.” I hadn’t meant it to sound rude, but when Owner giggled, I realized it could’ve come out that way. “You’re not boring, Owner, you’re creative. That’s drastically different.”
Everyone knew that.
He turned and kissed my head. “Thank you, pretty one.”
I had the sweetest Owner.
“Now.” Owner paused as we walked into the bedroom. “What kind of outfit should a pretty doll wear when an Owner is about to claim them?”
I also had the sexiest, most wonderful Owner ever.
He was going to keep me.
Chapter 24
Luca
My pretty doll moved to curl into my chest, looking up at me with a wonder and innocence I wasn’t sure was real or manufactured…maybe a bit of both, if I was reading him right. “It would depend on if you’re ravishing your naughty slut as you claimed your doll or if you were taking your pretty doll’s virginity. Your doll would look lovely in white either way, Owner.”
Hmm.
Those were very good options…and ones that would show off his acting range to be sure. He also did look good in white.
Kissing his head, I left him wondering what I was going to do as I headed over to the closet that was now briming with clothes. But I couldn’t complain because he’d somehow managed to organize all the bits and pieces in the work closets and I was pretty sure he was slowly adding to my wardrobe as well.
There were more than a few new things that I had no memory of buying, but every time I mentioned any of them he’d just smile and distract me.
Of course, his fee for all his help had been paid in several cute outfits he’d found in the mess out in the work closets and another tiara that had randomly appeared. I had no idea where it’d come from, but Emerson had claimed it, declaring it the universe’s way of telling him what a wonderful sub he was.
I’d tried to decide if he’d purchased it himself and hidden it in the closet or if he’d actually found it, but I’d given up. He’d been too genuinely excited about it for me to be able to read between the lines.
Searching through his outfits, I knew I wanted to find the perfect way to start our night…and the rest of our life together. Some of the lingerie was too blatantly sexual for what I was imagining and others like the long cotton nightgowns were too innocent.