Dom-Sub

As if he couldn’t stop touching her, Brett washed her from head to toe. Then he dried her with a towel and wrapped her in a new robe of embroidered maroon silk with feathered sleeves. He finished by pulling a pair of similarly hued drawstring silk pants out of a drawer for himself.

"Don’t I get panties?" She asked, thinking about her drawer of sexy underwear.

"No. There’s a phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen. Hit speed dial one and tell the man who answers that I want him to pick up double my usual dinner order from Katrich."

"All right." She headed out to the living room and made the call. Then went in search of Brett.

She found him in his home office, a room she haven't been in before. She didn’t get a good look at the space at first because the only lighting came from an angled picture light on the wall and a lumen lamp on his polished wood desk.

Plus her eyes were more interested in focusing on him. He looked utterly sensual and compelling sprawled in his big black lea