wax, but some people feel weird about having no hair.”
“I’ll trim.”
“Fine. What will you wear?”
“A dress? Whatever I wear to work is what I’ll wear to his house.”
“Nope. Bring a change of clothes so you’ll be fresh. In fact, let’s go shopping Thursday when you get home. A new outfit will boost your confidence.”
“I like clothes as much as I like food. Let’s get dinner too.”
Once the plans are made, I spend the rest of my night doing homework. I have three tests this week and haven’t devoted much time to studying. Damon and work are a distraction.
After three hours of writing and test prep, I pick up Bound and climb into bed.
The agreement between the characters heads in a kinky direction with him being the dominant and her the submissive. I finish the fifty pages, close the book, and ponder their situation. How much would I put up with to be with the person I want? Is it true there is a fine line between pain and pleasure? Can pain become pleasure? It’s an interesting question.
Chapter Fifteen
My leather bags arrive, and I’m excited to fill them.
Trevor gets me a large, empty room with several tables to assemble the gift bags. I line one row with the bags and use the other tables to organize the donations.
At noon, I race upstairs to collect my kisses.
Lunch has become my guilty pleasure. I get an uninterrupted hour with Damon, and we get to snuggle and kiss.
“I hear the gift bags you’re assembling are incredible. How did you get so many companies to donate in this economy?”
“I’ve been taking charm lessons from Damon Noble. He’s really talented. I’m sure he could charm the pants off anyone.”
“I only want to charm the pants off you. What do you think the chances are of me getting you out of your pants this weekend?” He rubs my thigh; the heat from his touch burns my skin.
“If I were a betting girl, I’d say the odds are in your favor. I may not have a lot of experience, but I want you, and I’m willing to be the student if you will teach me.”
He places his chin between his thumb and his index finger and looks at me through hooded eyes.
“This might be an awkward question, but just how much experience do you have? I only ask because it will influence how we approach our first time together.”
“I’m not embarrassed by the question. I always try to remain open and honest about my life.” I fumble with the hem of my shirt. “I’m not a virgin, but my experiences can’t be described as extensive either. Unfortunately, it was like waiting for fireworks and finding out I got a dud.”
“I’ll do my best to show you fireworks,” he whispers with his warm breath grazing my neck.
A chill runs down my spine. “I know you can ignite a fire in me, but with these lunches and your kisses, I’m liable to burn up before Friday.”
“Go back to work, and I’ll pick you up at seven for book club and dinner.”
He swats my behind as I walk toward the door.
I pace the living room floor waiting for Damon to arrive. After our touchy-feely lunch, I’m full of tension and can’t sit still. When I see his Mustang pull around the corner, I am in the car before it rolls to a complete stop.
“I would have gotten out and opened the door for you, Angel.”
“I know, but I’m eager to see you.” Once I’m in his car, I lean toward him and pucker my lips.
His press firmly against mine, causing my heart to skip a beat.
“Now I’m Angel?” He hates calling me Kat, but as long as he chooses the nickname, then it’s okay?
“It fits you.” He touches my cheek. “Angelic face, cupid lips, saintly eyes, and hair that shines like a halo.”
“It’s sweet. No one has ever called me anything other than Kat.” I hear him grumble at the mention of my nickname. “What’s so bad about the name Kat?”
“We’ve talked about this before. I guess I’m a traditionalist and like to call people by their given names. However, since everyone around you insists on calling you by a nickname, I at least gave you one that fits.”
“Fair enough. I’m happy to be your angel.” I buckle in. “Where are we eating?”
“A quiet little steakhouse in Manhattan Beach, and then we’ll take a stroll along the shore.” I hold his hand until we arrive at the restaurant.
Tucked into a corner