There weren’t instructions for these sorts of things, and I doubted Nikolay could help me if I called for him.
I could only imagine the look on his face if I did.
I smiled at the thought.
My eye honed in on the hickey he’d given me, pressing my finger on it. It looked worse than it felt.
I grimaced.
I would have to try to cover it up. And the bruise on my face that was starting to take on a yellowish hue.
I ignored the makeup I didn’t know the function of and grabbed some foundation, lipstick, and mascara before walking back into the room.
I was going to ignore the rest until I figured it out.
Until then, I doubted Nikolay would be patient with me, and he might make good use of his threat and handcuff me to the bed.
I felt a small wave of heat moving down my body from the thought and wondered why I’d thought going out would be a good idea.
I shook my head.
Going out would be good. I was tired of being stuck in this house … this room.
I didn’t want to see it as my prison, but it was beginning to take on its shape.
I found a little black dress in the back of the closet. It was strapless and cinched at the waist before slightly flaring down to mid-thigh.
It was so pretty.
I had never worn something so revealing, and I thought it was perfect.
Smiling, I grabbed it and quickly got ready.