Hope you enjoy this excerpt from Refrain
I blinked my eyes open at the sound of a chime. Frowning, I looked around. There was a small clock on the bedside table; that must be where the annoying sound came from. I picked up the clock and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I noticed the time. Oh my. It was already seven o’clock. Quickly shrugging off my dress, I slipped my panties off and dropped them on the floor. No sooner had they landed on the white marble, when the cat, a pretty golden tabby, came out from under the bed and snatched them between its teeth and ran back under the bed. I had to laugh. As much as I wanted to play with the cat and retrieve my one and only pair of expensive Victoria’s Secret Cheekies, I needed to get ready to meet Lyric. I didn’t have much time.
After a quick shower, I dried off with one of the plush terry towels, eyeing the gorgeous stall and the shower I’d rushed through. I padded over to the closet to get the dress Keegan mentioned. When I pulled it down from the rail I smiled. A sheer chiffon in a solid, light green. As I slipped it over my body, I noted how the thin spaghetti straps complemented the low cut bodice that didn’t reveal too much of my breasts. The A-line skirt hit a few inches above my knees. And I bet … I giggled as I twirled around in a circle as the skirt fanned out around me. I’d always wanted a dress that would do that.
But wait. I needed underwear. I opened drawer after drawer only to find each one empty. I even checked the small suitcase Madame sent with me, but I only found makeup and hair accessories. The only undies I had were the ones I’d worn earlier and they’d been stolen by the cat. Crouching on my knees, I stuck my head under the bed and tried to coax that cat out, but the more I tried, the further it backed away with my Cheekies still in its mouth.
“Come on, kitty, those are brand new panties.” The cat stared at me with those big, green eyes that almost glowed in the darkness from beneath the bed, but it wouldn’t budge. “Please come out. You’re not helping, you know. I need those.”
“Just what is it you need from Baxter?”
The male voice startled me and I bumped my head on the side rail of the bed frame. “Ouch.” That was sure to leave a mark. I rubbed the spot on my head as I glanced to my left to see a pair of large bare feet in red flip-flops. Lifting my gaze, it roved past pale, hairy calves to a set of well-sculpted thighs barely covered by a pair of short, red gym shorts.
I didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. The rich, sexy Australian accent was my first clue. Realizing my rear end stuck up as if I were ready to be taken from behind and most of my own thighs were exposed, I hunched back onto my legs and climbed to my feet, finally standing in front of Lyric Rivers himself.
After a quick shower, I dried off with one of the plush terry towels, eyeing the gorgeous stall and the shower I’d rushed through. I padded over to the closet to get the dress Keegan mentioned. When I pulled it down from the rail I smiled. A sheer chiffon in a solid, light green. As I slipped it over my body, I noted how the thin spaghetti straps complemented the low cut bodice that didn’t reveal too much of my breasts. The A-line skirt hit a few inches above my knees. And I bet … I giggled as I twirled around in a circle as the skirt fanned out around me. I’d always wanted a dress that would do that.
But wait. I needed underwear. I opened drawer after drawer only to find each one empty. I even checked the small suitcase Madame sent with me, but I only found makeup and hair accessories. The only undies I had were the ones I’d worn earlier and they’d been stolen by the cat. Crouching on my knees, I stuck my head under the bed and tried to coax that cat out, but the more I tried, the further it backed away with my Cheekies still in its mouth.
“Come on, kitty, those are brand new panties.” The cat stared at me with those big, green eyes that almost glowed in the darkness from beneath the bed, but it wouldn’t budge. “Please come out. You’re not helping, you know. I need those.”
“Just what is it you need from Baxter?”
The male voice startled me and I bumped my head on the side rail of the bed frame. “Ouch.” That was sure to leave a mark. I rubbed the spot on my head as I glanced to my left to see a pair of large bare feet in red flip-flops. Lifting my gaze, it roved past pale, hairy calves to a set of well-sculpted thighs barely covered by a pair of short, red gym shorts.
I didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. The rich, sexy Australian accent was my first clue. Realizing my rear end stuck up as if I were ready to be taken from behind and most of my own thighs were exposed, I hunched back onto my legs and climbed to my feet, finally standing in front of Lyric Rivers himself.
