“I was… going to ask you about Imperial,” she called a moment later.
He shrugged, confused. “What about it?”
“Did you like it?”
“I think I was too pissed at Jillian to really care,” he said. “I saw some things I had no place seeing, I thought. But mostly I was pissed at Jillian.” He paused. “It was a beautiful building on the inside. If I remember anything from that night, it was that woman…”
“You liked her?”
He shook his head. “What’s not to like about leather and lace. But it was more than that. It was the way she walked across that floor, possessed with anger and she was absolutely. She knew who she was and someone had crossed her. She took steps.” He took a sip of the beer. “The outfit was just the icing on the cake.” He took a quick bite of his dessert, and didn’t want to think on that woman. She was an untouchable in a place he didn’t want to make a habit. And was tainted by Jillian. He turned up his lip.
“Would you go back?” Emmy asked, the question floating down the hall.
“I don’t think I will,” he said. “It was kind of a bad ending to a bad week.”
He paused, and looked at Emmy’s dessert. “I can’t say never,” he said. “But it was really bad night and I don’t want to think about it right now. It’s probably a very nice place for an interesting distraction.”
“Do you remember what she looked like?” Emmy called.
What is going on here? “Emmy, don’t tell me you want to go there.” She didn’t answer right away and he could feel himself cringing. He heard a heel click on the wood flooring and then another, then two more. She stopped just out of view. “Please, don’t tell me you want to go there,” he said.
“Well, no,” she said. “I was just thinking I could bring a bit of that here.”
She stepped out from behind the wall and Nathaniel dropped his fork loudly on to the plate, gasping. She was wearing the same black silver-button-up boots, fishnet stockings, garter belt, lace boyshorts and lace and satin bustier, opera gloves and the choker. Her hair was now up, and the only things missing were the whip and the crop.
He stared for a long minute, then stood up and walked over to her, where she had folded her arms waiting for some sort of response from him. He looked straight into her eyes. “It was you. You were there.”
She nodded once. “It was me.”
He felt his breath becoming heavy, as if he couldn’t get his lungs to work. She was gorgeous, standing there in a leather and lace fantasy. He felt himself getting very hard, and he swallowed. He could feel the air crackling between them and he hadn’t even touched her. Which he wanted to do, very very much.