Surrendering Series Box Set

“It’s two people having sex and dinner and dessert and spending time with one another. Not necessarily in that order. Sometimes we don’t get to the dinner part.” I had a feeling tonight was going to be one of those nights.

“You’d better get to my dinner. I slaved away at that for you, bitch.” Another pillow followed the trajectory of the first.

“Okay, okay. Dinner before sex. I got it.” I put on the outfit that he’d first met me in, along with the red pumps, and slicked my hair back into a bun. The only thing that was different was the underwear, which was another Sloane creation, this time in red that matched the shoes, with green vines twisting all over it and even snaking up the straps.

“You promise?” she said, getting up and glaring at me from her height.

“I promise. But I can’t make any promises for Lucah. Once he decides what he wants, he sort of goes for it.”

“Well, you’ll just have to stop him.” I sighed and looked at the clock.

“He’s going to be here soon.” I still had a lot to set up, but I wanted to do it when Sloane wasn’t here.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving.” She backed out of my room and then got her purse and an overnight bag. “Have fun. Enjoy the food and when he leaves tomorrow you have to call me and give me details.” I agreed and gave her a hug and she slapped me on the ass before she left. So violent, that girl.

I got all the food set up and looking fancy. I didn’t even bother pretending that I was responsible for it, because there was no way I could take credit for Sloane’s cooking. She’d outdone herself with a sweet potato bisque, a fruit salad and steak wrapped around asparagus, with roasted red potatoes. Everything was ready and keeping warm in the oven, and she’d set the table for me as well. I lit some candles and then went back to the bedroom to get everything ready.

Ten minutes later, my phone vibrated and I dashed out to the door to buzz him up.

I unlocked the door and tried to arrange myself in the sexiest possible pose, but ended up feeling like a moron, so just leaned against the counter with my hand on my hip.

A knock on the door made my heart leap and I lowered my voice.

“Come in, Mr. Blaine,” I said in what I hoped was my Sexy Voice. I didn’t really know what that meant, so I worked on emulating the sexy voices of women from old movies. Mae West had nothing on me.

He opened the door and took in my attire. Ha. Speechless. That was what I was going for.

Lucah didn’t look bad himself in a pair of fitted black pants and a white button down shirt. I’d asked him to wear something nice. He shut the door and crossed his arms, and shook his head.

“It’s a miracle I didn’t take you during that job interview. I had to keep adjusting myself so you wouldn’t see me getting hard whenever I looked at you.” I hadn’t noticed.

Slowly, I walked forward.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Blaine?” I’d made a button and pinned it to my shirt and I could tell he was trying to read it.

“Aurora Clarke, Sexcretary? Is that what that says?” He asked, coming closer and leaning down to read it. I put my finger under his chin and moved his head up so he was looking in my eyes.

“Tonight, I work for you. So, is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Blaine?” I clasped my hands behind me and stuck my boobs out.

“Oh, that is a very, very long list, Miss Clarke. But how about we start with dinner? I don’t know how Sloane got my number, but she texted me that if we had sex and let her dinner get cold, she would never forgive me.” Freaking Sloane. I shook my head and walked to the kitchen and started getting things out of the oven.

“Please sit down, Mr. Blaine and let me serve you. Would you like some wine?” I had a few bottles to choose from because I didn’t know which he’d like.

“Yes, please, Miss Clarke.” His gaze burned over my skin and I really wanted to forget the dinner, but I didn’t want to incur the wrath of Sloane.

I handed him a glass of wine and he reached out and pulled me in, his hand reaching up my skirt and caressing my panties.

“You are a remarkable woman, Aurora Clarke. I don’t know why you came into my life, but I’m damn glad that you did.” I smiled down at him and I wanted to kiss him, but if I did, then it would turn into something else and then Sloane would kill me.

“Same here, Lucah Blaine. Now sit there and I’ll get your dinner for you.” He removed his hand and I made up his plate and carried it over and then made up mine. We’d never eaten dinner at an actual table. It felt formal.

I made sure to keep a napkin in my lap and eat carefully so I didn’t get anything on my shirt.

“How is everything?” I asked.

“It’s really good. You weren’t lying about her cooking skills.”

“She’s one of those people who excels at whatever she decides she wants to excel at. It makes me kind of hate her sometimes, but she’s the best friend I could ask for, so I can’t hate her too much.” We stuffed ourselves and afterward I tried to clear the plates, but he wouldn’t let me.