Finding Lily. Vivacia Ahwen K.

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       Tell me about it.

      ‘OK. Can you just give me a wake-up call at nine-ish?’ I asked. ‘I’ve got my dance lesson at ten, and can be at Apollyon by noon. Will that work?’

      ‘Excellent.’

      I opened one eye and marvelled at the gorgeous man-creature towering over the bed. As much as I adored Dorian, something about ‘Mr Holder’ always thrilled me to the core.

      My boss.

      Today he sported a charcoal-coloured Brooks Brothers number, grey shirt and the gold tie of which I’d grown quite fond. His hair was tousled adorably, and he had just the slightest shadow of scruff. It looked to me like he might’ve overslept as well. We had, after all, worn each other out the night before. To say the least.

      Oh, right. I never finished that story.

      Here’s how the rest of our ‘date’ went down: so, after Master Dorian had fucked the living hell out of me and done what I can only describe as ‘ripping me a new one,’ he quickly shifted from post-scene elated into his full-on sweetest Dorian Being Concerned mode, ready to spoil his submissive little waif.

      ‘Lily?’ He lifted my chin. ‘You can look at me now.’

      Rather than wait for him to ask if I was all right, I reached out to rest a hand against his chest, and felt his heartbeat, fast and furious.

      We shared relieved smiles and he said, ‘Allow me to worship you, now, Ms Dewitt.’

      Yes.

      Dorian drew me close, caressed my skin, stroked my hair. ‘Just one moment, love. Time to clean up my dirty girl.’

       Wait. Did he just call me ‘love’? Oh, Lily, shut your lizard brain off for a few minutes, would you?

      I forced myself to return to the moment, empty my head, to just be …

      I lay on my belly while Dorian gave me a gentle, cool sponge bath (remember, I still was all sticky-popsicled up) and turned on a fan so the gentle breeze would cool and dry my stinging flesh. Everything that could smart smarted. Then there was a soft, soothing, light texture, rushing over my skin.

      ‘What is that?’ I mumbled. ‘It feels like fur.’

      ‘Feather duster. Ostrich. Am I being gentle enough?’

      ‘Perfect. It’s so … nice.’ I pictured crawling around his apartment in a French maid’s costume, using the very same duster, and decided I would have to make that happen. ‘Don’t stop, Dorian. Please.’

      ‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’ There was a note of amusement in his voice. ‘What kind of master doesn’t clean up his poor little sub after he went and got her so very, very dirty?’

      So, yeah, that was how the rest of our evening went.

      * * *

      ‘Hey. Sleeping Beauty. Trying to say goodbye here.’

      ‘Oh … OK.’ I pulled myself up and shook my head around, trying to clear my thoughts and become reoriented. ‘Gotta say, look even hotter than usual this morning.’

      ‘Knock it off.’ He ran a hand through his hair, bashful.

      ‘Just say thank you.’ I grinned. ‘You need to learn to accept compliments.’

      ‘Don’t tell me what I “need” to do.’ He paused. ‘All right. Thank you, Lily. Will that work?’

      ‘You’re most welcome, Mr Holder.’

      ‘I’ll ring you at nine, then?’

      ‘Please do.’

      Dorian brushed his lips against mine and asked, ‘What did you and Beezus talk about last night?’

      ‘Nothing,’ I said, which was kind of true.

      He must’ve checked his call history.

      ‘Good. Let’s keep it that way.’ He tugged at his necktie.

      ‘Or what? You’ll tan my hide?’

      ‘Don’t tempt me.’ He placed his index finger to his lips, then leaned over and touched mine. I tried to nip his finger, but he pulled away too quickly. ‘Be quiet, Lily. Go back to sleep.’

      ‘I’ll try.’

      ‘Excellent. You’ll be needing some extra rest.’ He winked. ‘I’m looking forward to lunch. Hungry already.’

      ‘Got it.’ I winked back. ‘See you soon.’

      ‘See you soon …’ He cupped his ear.

      ‘See you soon, Mr Holder, sir.’

      ‘Yes, you will, Lily Dewitt. Be on time.’

      With that, he left me, and – always the obedient girl – I closed my eyes and drifted off.

       CHAPTER 9

       Meeting of the Minds

      So I was surprised to find Joey Danforth, the too-cute-for-his-own-good ratfink, sitting at Beatrice Collins’s old desk. Was he the new assistant to Mr Holder?

      ‘Ms Dewitt,’ he said, not looking up from his computer. ‘Have a seat.’

      Would that I could.

      ‘I’d rather stand,’ I replied.

      Fact is, I was totally beat, even with a bit of extra shut-eye. My dance lesson with Dr Marly Gheiszler stole the rest of my energy – we only did barre exercises, but I was still so bushed from the Dorian Sex-A-Thon that she just about broke me. All I wanted to do was flop down on the waiting-room couch, leaf through a magazine and conk out for another couple hours. Had it only been a few days ago when I was in this same room, waiting for my first one-on-one with Mr Holder?

      It felt like a lifetime ago. Dorian Holder fucked away my entire sense of time and reality.

      Dude was intense, I’ll give him that.

      Though I was dying for even a whiff of gossip, and knew from experience that Joey Danforth held all the cards, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking what I’d missed since Monday. Instead, I said, ‘So why don’t you page me in, Joey?’

      This time he deigned to look up at me, and his eyes widened.

      ‘Sorry, is something wrong?’ I asked, though from the way he took in my entire appearance, head to toe and back, I knew damn well what was wrong. My killer new makeover, that’s what СКАЧАТЬ