I stayed strong, though. I did not.
Skye’s puppy is adorable and already a terrific playmate for Sasha. She’ll keep Annika and Christopher on their toes. I spend a few minutes playing with her and letting her lick my face before I head to my bedroom to shower.
My date with Skye for the gala tonight is still on, and I’ll be there at six as promised.
Once I’m clad in one of my tailored tuxes and in the car with Christopher at the wheel and a bouquet of bloodred roses and the plain black eye mask from New York sitting next to me, the nipple clamps securely in my pocket, I finally succumb. I’ll check Instagram. That will tell me what Skye’s been up to. I click on her profile.
She’s been busy. The first post is a selfie of her pretty face sans makeup and shiny with sweat after a yoga class.
Who loves yoga? I do! Check out the relaxing atmosphere at Wildflower Yoga. #yoga #treatyourself #youknowyouwanto
I smile. She looks so fresh and happy. The post shows a real person, not a fake Addison Ames clone in a posed post.
Skye is going to be good at this. Really good. Better than she can even imagine at this point.
The next post is Skye at a bakery in front of a display of baguettes. Her smile is addictive.
Need bread? Check out Le Grand Pain! Best baguettes around! (And if you need a special cake for your bachelor/bachelorette function, LGP can hook you up!) @LeGrandPain #sponsored #bakery #bread #baguettes #getyourglutenon #breadisgoodfood #soiscake
I smile at the hashtags. She’s on fire.
A new post pops up just then.
Damn. Skye, in the dress. The dress I had made. The dress I will most likely destroy again. Her makeup is flawless and her lovely hair is swept up into a messy bun that showcases that gorgeous neck of hers.
She’s not wearing the choker.
I grit my teeth. Did she forget?
Wearing my Cherry Russet lip stain by @susannecosmetics again. My go-to color is perfect for everything from a day at home to a formal evening! #sponsored #lips #kissme #formal #littleblackdress
The color is lovely on her sexy lips, but did she forget I asked for bloodred?
A not-so-subtle reminder of who’s in charge may be warranted.
Christopher pulls the car up to S
kye’s building. I grab the roses, secure the mask over my eyes—to give myself a little mystery—and head up to her place.
I try to eliminate the pounding of my heart as I secure the mask in place and knock on her door.
She opens the door.
Her jaw drops.
Though I’m tempted to drop my own jaw, I lock it firmly in place.
It’s not easy, though.
Skye looks devastatingly beautiful. The dress and the hairstyle I’ve already seen in the post, but she’s one hundred times better in person. Her long, lean legs are bare, and her pretty feet—toes painted red—are strapped into silver sandals.
I’m in a black tux. The plain mask covers my eyes, and in my arms I hold the bouquet of roses.
Bloodred roses.
They match her lips perfectly.
She changed her lip color.