Page 71 of Over the Line

When he reached her vehicle, he opened her door and offered his hand.

Her heart fluttered as she accepted.

She couldn’t imagine Lewis ever behaving with such elegant manners. Had she judged Master Michael, and maybe others, too hastily?

“You look fabulous,” he said.

“I…” She pulled her hand away and nervously smoothed the front of her skirt. “Didn’t know what to wear.”

“This is perfect. You did bring the outfit that’s kept me up nights?”

“I wouldn’t dare forget it, Sir. It’s in my blue duffel bag.”

“I’ll grab it,” he said, opening the back door. “Anything else?”

“No. Everything I need is in there.”

He nodded.

“Jeb met me at the gate. Nice man.”

“He’s been on the ranch since before I was born. Couldn’t manage without him.” After closing both doors, he indicated that she should precede him to the house.

Before heading down the path, she glanced around. “Where’s the petty thief?”

“Chewie is annoying the hands who are checking the fence.”

“Better them than me.” But she didn’t mean it. She had already developed an affection for the miniature nuisance.

“I’ll take your bag upstairs,” he said as they entered the house. “Would you like to go with it?”

She laughed. “Was that your subtle way of telling me to change my clothes, Sir?”

“Actually, I was asking if you needed to freshen up. I was going to invite you to join me for a glass of lemonade.”

Lemonade? She blinked. What about sceneing?

“I thought it was polite to allow you to settle in before ripping off your clothes and bending you over.”

“Screw politeness. Sir.”

He pushed the brim of his hat back a little, far enough that she had a better look at his sizzling green eyes. “But now that you mention it…” He dropped her bag on the kitchen floor. The resulting thud echoed through the open space.

Under his scrutiny, she grew warm.

“What kind of panties are you wearing?”

Oh, yes. He was one hundred percent Dom. This was what she’d craved. “Boy shorts, Sir.”

“Like the first night?”

“Yes.” And as she recalled, he’d pocketed the panties and never returned them.

“What color?”

“Pink.” She smiled. “And this particular pair is my favorite.” The edges were lacy, making the stretchy material serviceable, but also cute. “Are you planning to add them to your collection?”

“That’s a hell of an idea.”