tonight, too.
Cameron was waiting for her in the living room, primping in front of the mirror, and he turned at the sound of her footsteps. Raine braced herself, sure he ’d be pissed wi th her for making him wait so long.
“Sorry,” she said. “It took forever to find something to wear.”
He shrugged. “Whatever . ”
Cameron turned back to the mirror to check his reflection one more time before following her to the door. Raine knew she should be happy he hadn’t made a fuss about making him wait, but she wasn’t. H e didn’t even seem to care enough to notice they were running late.
“Remember, Reginald wants you to sit on Cameron’ s right when you’re at the club. ” Chloe’s platform shoes echoed on the marble floor as she walked alongside her. “And he wants lots of PDA s, too. Photographers are go ing to be snapping your picture the whole time you’re there.”
Raine ground her jaw. It was like a damn movie script . She was surprised her manager hadn’t given her and C ameron lines to memorize, too.
They drove to the club in silence, but as soon as they stepped out of the limo, Cameron’s arm went around her so naturally she almost believed they were as in love as all the tabloids claimed . If cameras weren’t flashing, she would have shrug ged off his embrace , b ut they were flashing, so she couldn’t. To fight the urge, she concentrated on smiling at the paparazzi as she and Cameron went into the club.
The hostess immediately showed them to a table — one that Reginald had picked out, she was sure. Raine ordered a chocolate martini , then sat back in her seat. Beside her, Cameron played the adoring fiancé by putting his arm around her again and nuzzling her neck.
Raine played her part, too, though with more difficulty. T he fact that Cameron hadn’t said anything about her keeping him waiting still irritated her. Logan wouldn’t have liked cooling his heels for two hours while she changed clothes. He would have stormed upstairs and reddened her ass for sure.
She almost choked on her drink. Where the heck had that thought come from?
Raine immediately tried to put the sexy artist out of her mind, but the man simply refused to go, damn him. And the thought of him spanking her for taking so long to get dressed was suddenly all she could think about. A week ago, spanking had no place in her imaginat ion, but since then it crept into her fantasies on a daily basis. Even now, her head was going places it shouldn’t. Rather than fight it like she should have, she let it play out. It was way more fun than talking to Cameron, that was for sure.
And so, right there in the middle of Hollywood’s hottest nightclub, while sitting beside the man she was going to marry, she closed h er eyes and indulged in a vivid sexual fantasy.
Logan wouldn’t have waited downstairs for her like Cameron had . I nstead, he would have come into her bedroom and demanded to know why she was taking so damn long. She’d toss yet another dress onto the already huge pile of clothes on the bed, then turn to him wearing only her bra and panties , and announce she had nothing to wear.
He’d lift a brow and regard the clothes on the bed for a moment before giving her a stern look and telling her to get dressed. She’d give hi m a sexy, little pout and again insist she had nothing to wear .
H is mouth would quirk in that sexy way that it did . “You’re looking for a spanking, aren’t you?”
“ Of course not ,” she’d tell him. T hen, to hide her blush, she’d busy herself with something else. Like brushing her long hair . With an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush.
Raine shifted a little in the club’s cozy booth , her pulse suddenly fluttering at the idea of being spanked with such a thing. A few day s spent with Logan, and she was turning into a complete spank oholic.
Back in her fantasy, Logan came to stand behind her . T heir gazes met in the mirror , and she stopped brushing, the smoldering look in
Cameron was waiting for her in the living room, primping in front of the mirror, and he turned at the sound of her footsteps. Raine braced herself, sure he ’d be pissed wi th her for making him wait so long.
“Sorry,” she said. “It took forever to find something to wear.”
He shrugged. “Whatever . ”
Cameron turned back to the mirror to check his reflection one more time before following her to the door. Raine knew she should be happy he hadn’t made a fuss about making him wait, but she wasn’t. H e didn’t even seem to care enough to notice they were running late.
“Remember, Reginald wants you to sit on Cameron’ s right when you’re at the club. ” Chloe’s platform shoes echoed on the marble floor as she walked alongside her. “And he wants lots of PDA s, too. Photographers are go ing to be snapping your picture the whole time you’re there.”
Raine ground her jaw. It was like a damn movie script . She was surprised her manager hadn’t given her and C ameron lines to memorize, too.
They drove to the club in silence, but as soon as they stepped out of the limo, Cameron’s arm went around her so naturally she almost believed they were as in love as all the tabloids claimed . If cameras weren’t flashing, she would have shrug ged off his embrace , b ut they were flashing, so she couldn’t. To fight the urge, she concentrated on smiling at the paparazzi as she and Cameron went into the club.
The hostess immediately showed them to a table — one that Reginald had picked out, she was sure. Raine ordered a chocolate martini , then sat back in her seat. Beside her, Cameron played the adoring fiancé by putting his arm around her again and nuzzling her neck.
Raine played her part, too, though with more difficulty. T he fact that Cameron hadn’t said anything about her keeping him waiting still irritated her. Logan wouldn’t have liked cooling his heels for two hours while she changed clothes. He would have stormed upstairs and reddened her ass for sure.
She almost choked on her drink. Where the heck had that thought come from?
Raine immediately tried to put the sexy artist out of her mind, but the man simply refused to go, damn him. And the thought of him spanking her for taking so long to get dressed was suddenly all she could think about. A week ago, spanking had no place in her imaginat ion, but since then it crept into her fantasies on a daily basis. Even now, her head was going places it shouldn’t. Rather than fight it like she should have, she let it play out. It was way more fun than talking to Cameron, that was for sure.
And so, right there in the middle of Hollywood’s hottest nightclub, while sitting beside the man she was going to marry, she closed h er eyes and indulged in a vivid sexual fantasy.
Logan wouldn’t have waited downstairs for her like Cameron had . I nstead, he would have come into her bedroom and demanded to know why she was taking so damn long. She’d toss yet another dress onto the already huge pile of clothes on the bed, then turn to him wearing only her bra and panties , and announce she had nothing to wear.
He’d lift a brow and regard the clothes on the bed for a moment before giving her a stern look and telling her to get dressed. She’d give hi m a sexy, little pout and again insist she had nothing to wear .
H is mouth would quirk in that sexy way that it did . “You’re looking for a spanking, aren’t you?”
“ Of course not ,” she’d tell him. T hen, to hide her blush, she’d busy herself with something else. Like brushing her long hair . With an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush.
Raine shifted a little in the club’s cozy booth , her pulse suddenly fluttering at the idea of being spanked with such a thing. A few day s spent with Logan, and she was turning into a complete spank oholic.
Back in her fantasy, Logan came to stand behind her . T heir gazes met in the mirror , and she stopped brushing, the smoldering look in
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