Darkly (Follow Me 4)

But I let my personal life interfere with business.

I made the wrong choice, though I can’t quite bring myself to regret it.

“Sorry,” Dimitri says. “Here I’ve been buzzing in your ear for more responsibility, and you give me what I want, but I can’t get this deal done.”

“It’s okay. You deserve the responsibility, Dimitri. Don’t worry about McCain. I’ll be at the meeting tomorrow.”

“It’s at eight a.m.,” he says.

“I know. I’ll be there.”

Now, to tell Skye. I shove the phone into my pants pocket and leave the office but then make a detour to my bedroom. I head to the mahogany wardrobe, open it, and then pull open one of the drawers.

I grab a silver chain and smile.

I’m getting hard just thinking about what this will do to Skye. I adjust my groin and then walk back out to the living area where I find Skye sitting on the sofa.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I have to fly back to New York.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have left early. My bad.”

“Oh.” She frowns, and for a moment, I imagine giving my entire fortune never to see her looking sad again.

God, I need to get a grip.

I stalk toward her. “I seem to make questionable decisions because of you, Skye.”

She says nothing. Just shivers.

“I want you to think about something while I’m gone.”

She shivers. “What?”

I push the silver chain into her hands. “About wearing this to the gala on Saturday.”

She wraps it around her neck and secures it like a lariat necklace. “All right. It will go nicely with the black dress.”

I laugh. One of those serious laughs that just erupts before I can stop it.

She smiles. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s not a necklace.”

She reddens and then removes it from her neck and holds it out to me. “What is it, then?”

“Those things on each end are nipple clamps, Skye.”

Her jaw drops as she examines the baubles on each end. They resemble tiny clothespins with a screw-on device like old-fashioned clip-on earrings.

I’ve been imagining Skye in nipple clamps since I first noticed her amazing tits.

“I control how tight the clamp is,” I say. “And when I give the chain between them a good yank… Well, you can imagine.”

She hands the chain back to me and clears her throat. “I’ll…think about it.”

I lower my eyelids slightly, my whole body heating. “Think about it a lot, Skye.”